December 2011
37 posts
Leaving for Vacation
It seems like I can’t publish my queues sooner at this moment. Oh, well. I’ll have belated posts when New Year comes.
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.
Reblog if you're ending the year single.
Sort of an achievement for me, I guess. Well, I don’t actually mind. *.*
Reblog if 2011 was a rough year for you too.
Christmas Party 2011
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
End of Midterm Exams
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. :)
Aah, I’m really feeling the Christmas air. <3
