Good To Be Home

After almost 7 weeks of enduring the hellish kickoff of the second semester, I am finally home once more! I will never get tired of home. Home is where my heart is - like, really. It's my favorite place in the whole world; it's my sweet escape.

But heniway, I'm not here to be all mushy, I just wanted to share some pictures from last night's party. See, I got on a flight home with Dad last Friday (Dec. 18), and I had no idea my parents were hosting a Christmas party for the Iligan Rotary Club the following day, Saturday. In other words, hindi ako frefared, kamown. But that doesn't mean I wasn't in the mood to party! The pictures below should prove that. Haha! Pa-pa-party everyday! 'yun lang! Bow. (Could you tell this is just a quick post? Haha.)

Get  the party started

Carolers

Dinner time

The Rotarians have a fun jingle game

Practicing

My Ate (Mykee) and Lola

My Mom, our personal master interior decorator

My Kuya (Champ) and me

I love this tree

Us girls

Touring the house

My Fab Mom

This part of the house looks like Santa's workshop :)

Playing Hep Hep Hooray: Dad won!

Sexy ladies

Sabby's going crazy with all the strange people around

Another hep hep hooray to end the party

No Filipino party is complete without a gay old time at the karaoke

Luigi and Dad

We are family (yeah-ee-yeah-ee-yeah) ♥

Our festive house (hats off to Mom! :))

I totally love Mom's new camera, a Canon Ixus. It's almost as good as an SLR. I'll be posting the entire album soon in my multiply site.

Happy Holidays, everyone! 4 more days 'til Christmas! Spread the love! :)

Number 65

So, last Friday, Daddy decided to make up for coming home very late for the past two days (remember my I-haven't-seen-my-father-for-two-days dilemma?) by taking all of us out to this new bar, Atmosfera, which was co-owned by one of his colleagues at work.

We were supposed to go right after dinner, but had to wait for our youngest brother to finalize his enrollment. Apparently, his university had gone overtime to accommodate all the students. It was past 9pm when he finally finished, and we were right outside the gates when he came out (excited, much?).

Atmosfera was a quaint little bar, blown up by the enormous mirrors that were placed on all the walls. The blue light and freezing temperature reminded me of an aquarium; it felt very cozy.

Heniway, Dad ordered all of us a couple of drinks to start with, and then he just kinda laid back and talked to us like we were just strolling in the park or walking along the beach. :) My drink, Infinit in strawberry margarita flavor, enticed my Mom and younger brother immensely; before long, I found them filling up on the same drink, and abandoning their barely-touched beers.

It was an absolutely superb evening. The parentals got a little tipsy, so we had to go home at around 11:30pm, but not before laughing at their cute helpless ways of trying to prove that they're still sober, especially Mom who was so enthused. I forgot to bring the camera; these pictures are all taken by my phone.

We also played a game of coming up with a name we would call our bar if we were to put up our own. Suggestions included: MCKL, Wiwid's, Leng's, New Palm, Luigi's, and Number 65. Daddy says he won't sign a lease unless we come up with a common name, so we all know that's never gonna happen, hahahaha. Of course, we were missing our sister, our Ate, who's off somewhere making millions. :)

All the same, it felt good to just sit and drink and talk. It feels as normal and natural as breathing: just can't live without it. And I can't live without these crazy people around. :)