the skamama year-ender special

I fall weak; I rise strong.

And who would have imagined Bea falling? She with the strong guts - as strong as Popeye's muscles in spinach overdose. She with the devil-may-care attitude. She with the brawny resolve in everything extraordinary - so brawny her High School gang is now convinced that she's gone lesbian. (Blah..Had to chuckle on that one. It's my sorry attempt at self-deprecation)

Well surprise motherfucker, even heroes run out of much-revered potency and sugar and spice and everything not-so-nice.

Call me conceited. But it's the time of the year when I pat myself in the back. I tell you it's hard. I'll start taking acrobatic lessons.

The year that was 2007 was a proper mixture of ups and downs - mainly downs. But I've been better.

The 2007 work-related blunder actually opened new and exciting doors for me. I've been promoted from Supervisor to Assistant Manager and Head of the Central Accounting Unit (side-lining as the head of the Central Clearing Unit). It's hard reclaiming self-confidence after much bruhaha. At the end of the day, it feels good. I hope every downfall goes that way. Inspiration out of perspiration.

I've been blessed with wonderful families. (Not sounding bigamous there)Firstly, I have my almost-biological family who, ever since I came out the rheumatic womb of my mother, has been proud of me. Oh when they brag about me being an honor pupil since kindergarten. Oh how they would shame me with praises in front of old family friends and the friends of my late mother. And then there's the office family. It delights my heart that I am considered important in the group as much as they all are important to me - except for some self-serving mofos, mind. The trust given me makes it all easy. And yes my friends. Friends...how many others have them? Friends...ones you can depend on. Friends...who takes all of my bossy prowess to great heights i.e. Lignon Hill and KawaKawa. Friends...who would never tolerate a cheating boyfriend but would call the druglords above to get you to try shabu (our local coke). Hahahaha. Oh yes friends! Lastly, but cliche-ey certain not the least, I have met a new family in Bleatherland - the place for scrabble-loving, dope-smoking, booze-adoring, tattoo-worshiping fucktastical people. The internet philosophers can say what they want about people mixing internet with real life but what the fuck are you doing in the Net anyway?? Heh.

Welp, two bombs after and I'm already frazzled. I'll do the rest in bullets.
1. I have been more organized this year than the last 25 years of my life. I now know where I misplaced my favorite skirt - not on the shoe rack but under the bed, silly!
2. I have improved my public speaking skills. But I have yet to talk to Bleatherites.
3. I have polished my leadership potentials by bossing every single one of my nieces and nephews.
4. I have verified my incredibility by drinking from 4 in the afternoon to 4 in the morning and still be happily awake 'til 4PM. (For an anemic, that's an accomplishment.)

And yes, this year, I still smoked, drank and swore. I had to check my 2008 New Year's Resolution for that. And yes, again, I haven't had my self a tattoo yet. Now that's frustrating!

But it seems that no matter how almost perfect every life story has become, there's always that one thing which makes it fucked up, or should I say spicy.

Gian coming and going into my life was one big Enchanted Kingdom space shuttle ride-all-you-can edition. Many crying-over-dumbness-nights after, I have learned to turn off the switch engine with my telekinetic powers and lease the ride badge to some other adventure-seeking person.

But then again, we are entitled to our own little love story which won't-probably-see-silverscreen-showing-but-who-cares-anyway-I'm-a-20M-worth-character-actress. It's more of the indie films that NORMAL people love to dislike. Lurb and peas and beans and poop and beer and ska and cartoon and kape always go well together like the ying-yang force. Thank you, Max, for making me feel loved and important. Much lurb for concocting the kape of my dreams. Let us hope that this will not be another good love story gone to scriptwriters. Rather, let us make this the ultimate cartoon tale which will make everyone who has ever messed up with our sincere hearts flinch with shame.

Many camera-ready smiles, humongous mugs fulla beer, buckets of tears, red-filtered ciggies and early mornings after, I'm still ok. Actually, better.

I fell weak; I rose strong. Now fuck off.