Running with my DECEMBER...

There's no month like December-my December.  While writing this, am wishing with my seemingly gleeful smirk that its December (wake up call! its still June; i have 6 more months to count).  IKR, you also love this month hence comes lots of VLs (yay!vacation leaves for us who are working with our aching backs and getting psyched with the humungous digits of sales), gifts duh??? its Christmas and for me its my month. 

Back in my renegade elementary years, anyone with cha-ching ($$$) in your class will celebrate birthdays in the classroom (dunno how our homeroom teacher/s squeezed it in with our academic sked).  Either have food prepared or if they are soooooo overly abundant with the cha-ching they have what we call a program.  So I had it instilled in my head that it should be that way once your birthday is up, but sad to say my burthday (yes you should enunciate it with an air popping out as the tip of your tongue touches the upper teeth; just like most Brits do;LOL) is really way back, yes back end, back door, second to the last as we say or let's correct it third to the last dates of the freakin' DECEMBER.  So most of the time, its unknown to my classmates but I don't have to worry I grow less old with my batch mates (yay! 86-ers TIGERS;we rawr n we rock;rolling of the eyes). 

So much for my novel length explanation for my back door (this is now the official term for loooong anticipated dates) burthday (don't forget the air in the tongue;good;wink).  Oh well, my December 2011 BOOMED like no other:

For the very first time of ancient history (yes its ancient coz i preferred it that way), that I've agreed to host our company's Christmas Party (you might be thinkin' that the crowd went silent DEAD while i was laughing in the middle of the stage;your definitely havin' second thoughts there).  Well,  its not a one woman show though, were like four (thank goodness or I'll be like a dead log amidst the crowd).  Our theme was Mafia.  More of guys going for sleek hairdos and girls going pin ups.  Please take note that I've as well been multitasking here, I'm also one of the participants in our dance showdown in which our concept was MJs tracks (yes, I've made my AWWWWW! moves minus the moon walk and the gravity thing).  To tell you honestly, back in the days were I was a geeky, bookish --ok let's just cut off the crap NERD back then-- I'm amused watching cheerdance, anything that are performed using our body (yes; it always gives me the pink cheeks).  That sort of dream-- came true when I started working---I've been a cheerdancer (give me an L-O-L;LOL!), hip-hop dancer (yeah!SWAG it) and just last year an MJ let's say back up of the back up dancer (AWWW! for that ey-gen). 

Capo De Capei Party 2011

After the smoky (not only my eyes back in the party) Christmas Party, Ken2x, Amy (ey-gen;are you seeing now the pattern?) and I joined Earth Run but were not running (lazy bones) but were one of the Marshals on the said event.  We had the opportunity to be tied up with some known sponsors like ETC 9 (this is the channel that broadcasts your American series here in Phils. for free).  We've invited James a.k.a TM (that's his alias for being a person with multimedia tendencies) and Sunshine a.k.a Sanchai (yes that's Daomingso's chai) and a.k.a Girl @ d back (that's another of the Daomingso kind of thing but his not Dao; i know your confused right now;just leave it as is).  We had fun waving the flags and assisting runners early in the morning, well, actually it was still in the break of dawn.

EARTH RUN 2011

And came forth my burthday (winks).  Ken2x had prepared and loaded layer after layers of SURPRISE revenge for me (his learning from the wise JEDI;winks).  He gave me a handful of books---my fave Stephy books (very good source you've got there Ken2x) and on the next day he treated me to St. James (sort of circus thing with rides).  In which I can't definitely forget the black tide or was it pearl or pirate (i forgot the name of the ship ride) thing, my soul literally separated from my body the very moment it swung its way from side to side hence Ken2x was the one who suggested to be seated at the very tip of the boat.  I think he did it on purpose--my insides are coming out (i can still hear my scream the very moment I'm writing this part of the post).  On the very day he surprised me with a cute cake with a candle and eventually the next day he gave me his ULTIMATE gift ---- PONY (nope its not the live, kicking and neighing thing;its a pair of SHOES) but this time its his share of epic fail coz the size was way too big for me.  He gave me size 8 (am no big foot/yeti).  Good thing, with the receipt still on hand--we can still change it with a different size but same style (thank you sales man; i wouldn't have worn my dream pair of shoes if not for you;pat on the back).  The effort and lots of effort was undoubtedly seen and appreciated by my meek ♥.  THANK YOU KEN2X (with a gusta smile).

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P.S.

The next rawring (instead of roar;bleh lion) chapter will be underwater.