Just realized I’d overworked myself since three in the morning yesterday upon deciding to attend my last faithful respect to the 9th Misa de Gallo. It astounds me how great the determination I have to accomplish the entire nine haggard days of waking up few hours before sunrise. And mind you, it’s my first time attending religious Catholic traditions such as this. It makes me want to hug myself; I’m so proud.
Will post more about my Christmas later with pictures. I’m tired to death right now.
I surely had a blast during III-Maroon’s epic Christmas party last December 19, 2011, where our dwelling was transformed according to the theme of White Christmas. And might I say, we definitely had a blast!
I wasn’t sure if I’d attended a party much more memorable than this one. This one is not the typical organized one where we first have intermission numbers, have our lunch, then come to the last part of exchanging gifts. This party is more like an impromptu event, wherein we would just suggest something fun to do and we’ll ride through it. Though the party program wasn’t planned, there were no entitled prizes for our games (which I’d thought then would be a lame idea because nobody wouldn’t join, but I was wrong), and not more than half of the class brought foods for us to share together (which made me go frustrated the moment I arrived in school), it was no excuse for me, or for us, to have the time of our lives. We only had a single meeting last week, and our proposed theme was the only main topic we’d come to discuss. The rest were made in a fuzzy preparation that I only have to announce it on our group page. And I wouldn’t deny it, the moment I stepped into our undecorated classroom, I braced myself for a party I’d regret going. But then, there was that sparked-up hope in me during that dismal situation saying that, “Spontaneous parties might be good, just let us have the good time of our own.”
We started off putting layers of newspapers throughout the whole boundaries of our classroom, including the side walls and floor. Our schoolmates were probably gawking at what they’d thought to be a pathetic picture our classroom makes of. I could laugh, that’s for sure, at how it’s draped in a not-so-neat way, but to recount the reason why it’s there made the anticipation in me grow wild.
Being part of the coordinators in this party, I suggested we blast some music in our small yet surprisingly loud speakers. We started off into old love songs from the 1900’s and up, where everyone swayed through the music.
My musically-addicted friend, Francis Ladera, suggested himself to be the DJ for the day, playing nostalgic-worthy songs from 1900’s.
And this is where the integral populace of the room starts its enjoyment.
What better way to spend this party than go back to kiddy-style? We bought eleven pairs of bottled bubbles the day before to be used for instant entertainment for ourselves during the party. It was a mixed proportion of being a kid once again and being a completely different party people afterwards. And that is what I love most about this party: so spontaneous, yet still… should I say, grandiose.
Ensuing this, we changed into our white attire and filled twenty-two water guns with neon poster paints-dipped water. We threw each other minimal sprays just enough to taint our attires, and a spray or two directed to our faces.
Through the most unexpected times, my favorite part began with me having a clueless mind as to what they’re up to. The next thing I knew, pastes of various neon colors were slapped all over my body. It’s a kind of a “mess-me-up” thing, where everyone is free to ruin your preciously-prepared attire; thus, the use of obsolete white shirts. Of course, killjoys (those who badly does not want their hair nor their dress to acquire severe coloring damage, duh) proceeded downstairs where they spat our being immature and waited for our time of fun to end. For me, it was a chance to scream and run wild in circles, slapping the backs of other people, and show how grateful I am to ever participate in this. Surely this is nowhere close to the parties I’d had before.
And the final product: savored souvenir from this year’s Christmas party…
I laughed so hard just watching this picture where I could name less than half of the people consisting it. It was actually a bad idea to use dark-colored paints because we kind of resemble Jake Sully from Avatar. Later on, I realized I was a shame after running a dozen times in circles outside our classroom and yelling, “I look like crazy!”
Later, we had a hard time stripping off colors found all over our body that we had to scrub hard a multiple time. Good thing I brought facial scrub, as regular wash soaps were definitely insufficient to peal off everything.
Games were ensued right after all the exasperating scrubbing of faces and funny complaints of its insistent stay all over our faces. There were no prizes for winners during the game except the howling remarks and unexceptional laughter. What truly mattered to us then was to have some enjoyment despite the lack of some corporeal materials.
Next up, we had a jovial dancing over the dance floor where one person dances at the center and everybody else follows. I was overjoyed to see that even teachers were enjoying the dance, and even cooperated with the importunes of my fellow classmates.
Lunch was served afterwards. Mango float rocks!
The end part of our celebration was, of course, exchanging gifts. Our two teachers without advisory class joined our exchanging gifts, and we were glad to have an amazing time with them. Before handing over our gifts, we dance at the center first and turn it over to them. I received my most wanted gift that time, which was a Passion book by Lauren Kate! My utmost gratitude was spilled over to my friend, Geraldine Balbino, who spent her money regardless the book being very expensive. I love you, Dine!
Because we had to be out of school right after the party, we decided to have a continuation at Villas Magallanes. I had a blast despite not having to swim in the pool.
Underwater pictures that I really envy!
This is the first time I experienced a not so extravagant Christmas party, yet this one had been the best so far. So many things happened that I cannot comprehend how good this day could get. Thank you for an unforgettable Christmas party, Maroon <3
I’m so relieved that our exams have ended already. Three more days and we’ll be on Christmas vacation already! I needed a rest, really. We’d decorated our room yesterday for our party this Monday, bought poster paints, and cleaned the entire room. Now I’d have to worry about what gift to buy, what to wear, and hopefully I’d get some money left so I could buy gifts for my friends. :)
Regardless my status of being “single 4 life”, with no cooperative love life to go along with this Christmas season, I still feel way lonely to comprehend. Besides, they say Christmas is not Valentine’s Day, so being single is not something that matters. But only then to realize that even my friends are not frequently with me to celebrate this holiday, it makes the loner in me grow fond of its situation. Sure, our nearing Christmas party is such a thrill to wait on, and alongside our anticipation for its commencement is the fun we’ll get to have, in many ways, I still feel lonely.
For many long years I wanted to do something new on a Christmas season. Something perhaps I get to spend with either my family or my close friends. Maybe not something so fabulous where we get to spend our annual savings, no. Perhaps something where we get to spend each other for a lengthy time, just talking and storytelling, little chips and drinks, huddled together in a huge blanket like we used to, playing guitar, and singing off-pitched songs.
I’m so sick of having fights with someone. Sometimes all I want is us to be like best friends, but then everything turned otherwise and it’s like saying our times being together were worthless. I wish you’d know how I’m really dying to talk to you. Not that I mean something to you, or you mean something to me. It’s just that whenever I’m around somebody I’m less comfortable being with, or even if it’s just about talking, it pains me knowing that we used to talk like such great friends. I’m only giving you space, that’s why. If you’re ready to explain why you’re being like this, I’m always free. I’ll listen, so then I’ll know the reason behind your stupidity. And mind you, it’s not about us. It’s about everyone else around.
The entire cast of SDLC’s school production to perform onstage the Mulan stage play was entirely put up in a ground of huge success last December 10, 2011. From dancers to main cast - though the rehearsals made were impromptu as it was - stood onstage to exhibit different talents which led to the whole success of the play. It was, indeed, another unique experience I’d encountered.
Though rather exhausted from the previous day, I had my alarm clock ringing at exactly 2:00 in the morning for double checks and costume preparations. It was announced in advance that main cast would stay at school overnight so as to lessen the time implied for drastic makeovers. We, otherwise, had to come to school before sunrise. And to think of it, we only equal to the amount of time needed to put up our hair dresses, overly white foundations, and Chinese dancers-inspired makeups. Nonetheless, our complains were subdued and so we have to arrive on time.
My father had to accompany me at the street corner to hail a tricycle, and to have me safely brought to school. Ian Ray, one of my friends who is also a play participant, was together with me as well. Together we shared how we disliked taking baths with such dreaded coldness in it.
We arrived to see a few of the main cast washing their faces outside, wherein they turned to greet when they saw us. And to say that he* was the first one to greet me had me a kilig to the bones sensation all over.
This picture explains our being at school early in the morning just before 5:00 AM. In this, we were on our way to having our makeups on. That’s me on a yellow suit shirt, cool huh. Was rather irritated by a few people around the room - and not to mention, ordered statements they do that I do not find so pleasing - so my morning was a bit off to a grueling start just coping up.
Regardless the entire irritating moment I had, upon arriving at SM Cinema 1 (where we seem to find delight knowing we are like VIP passers, opening the stores at an untimely hour for costumers), I felt the surge of excitement and nonstop mild nervous breakdown behind my neck.
Everybody was busy spinning around backstage. Even some fully made-up participants had to do a bit of fixing up to look their best for the show. We, on the other hand, decided that it’s too short of a time to just hang around doing nothing while waiting for our turn, so we took memorable photos all along.
The show started in a massive haste, alongside the crowd waiting for us outside. First show didn’t really go well because our nervousness had taken us by surprise. Luckily enough, few High School onlookers were there as the rest had been scheduled to arrive by afternoon.
While waiting for our scene…
I’d grown very dear to my fellow dancers, most especially those who are at the Ancestors Dancers. Maybe because they’re a year younger than me that we could truly relate to each other, compared to my Seniors. Nonetheless, I realized I’d met some new friends once again on this new experience.
And during the show…
To say that the stage play was nice is an understatement. Where the cast worked together for the fulfillment of this show, I reckon it deserved a well-given gratitude. Though I admit that I made a few mistakes up the stage, and that embarrassing moment that I won’t mention during our Ribbon Dance, the best shots were still what mattered most.
My best friend Geco Ludivese visited me backstage right after the show ended. Too bad I didn’t get to take any picture, but that heartwarming moment where I get to see him once again just made my entire day. Thank you, best, for spending a fraction of your time just to see me that day. :)
At long last, we exited the cinema and went short strolls around the mall with friends. My best friend was with me for a short while where we get to talk as of old once again, and what I could account of as the best moments that I could ever reckon being with him. We have to detach from each other, though, sad to say, for a reason I cannot very well forgive myself. He’s the best, though. I swear.
I actually had to edit this photo because my face looked all too haggard. My eye bags were clearly noticeable, so I had to edit that as well. Let’s just say Photoshopdoes make some wonders…
The remaining of my time was spent once again with my awesome guy friends, Jasper Gerarman and Noel Mordeno, alongside my best friend Phya Barrientos, talking at one of the food court seats. Ensuing our talk, we strolled the mall afterwards.
My hair was messy, yes, because I couldn’t afford a time to properly fix it as it was. And this was the closest I could find to somewhat okay with our gimmick pictures altogether. No, actually, these are the only pictures where we seem to be together. -.-
The latter part of my day was pretty dismal and, once again, irritating. However, to sum up everything altogether, I think my day was just what I thought I’d like it to be. Everything was just pure fun. I seem to be the luckiest girl to be with them throughout the night.
We went home at almost 10:00 in the evening, and the mall was paraded with long lines of V-hire and taxi riders. We had to suffer the long wait just so we could finally be home.
“The best part of falling in love is the mystery and excitement of not knowing. The worst part of falling in love is the mystery and agony of not knowing.”—Gayle Hayes, Summer Solstice (via 500daysofkissingmypillow)
For the most parts of my day, I’m always literally thinking that I should get something posted here in my blog as it is getting dead for a few weeks now. But unfortunately, my crazy and hectic schedule is just beating up to me, so still, until now, I haven’t got my Project 365 posted yet. I’m even planning my second Year -End Thank You post, with my last one from last year being here, but I just can’t get it done with abandoned concentration.
As to what I’m up to lately, I’m into catching up bunch of assignments, rehearsing for the stage play every single day for this Saturday’s two-time show, arriving home with overcome fatigue, bracing myself for the upcoming Sportsfest, Mid-Year exam next week, baking for our TLE, new applicants to be trained for in CAT, planning for our Christmas party, and whatnot. All these I’m trying to juggle for this past few weeks, and you cannot blame me for the complete absence of my blog’s content.
I really wish I could have a day or two of self-holiday. My classmates and other schoolmates are lucky to have three days out of school because we had to rehearse for our stage play, and there are plenty of participants enough to accommodate an entire building of classrooms. Luckily, I found just the right motivation to continue my being a participant because my inspiration is there. Thank God, because without him, I wouldn’t be able to survive this arduous practices. It’s quite a burden to my part, as well as to their part, because the nearing show day makes the work double. This is enough to ensure the watchers of the show that we’re doing a fine job having them entertained during the day.
K. That’s all for now. I’m sorry to fill your dashboards with schedules you won’t even bother to read, or consider for me, but then it’s most likely a reminder for me as to why I’m doing all this right now. It’s maybe because I wanted to keep myself busy and distract myself from not-so-important things, or I’m trying to build up confidence for the next year.
PS: I’m sad we only have four more months to spend together. I really wish you’re not graduating yet. :(