I used to tell myself I was alone every year, with my head stuck in the stratospheres of childhood fantasies. There were just preferred alternatives that were not an option, mingled with a required annual stocktake of general life progress deemed unsatisfactory.

But this year, albeit like every other year is different. And better.
Because tweleve months ago, 2010 was this unchartered land full of failures and triumphs.
And I may not be where I want to be physically, but I am not alone. Sure, I'm not cleaning up vomit either, and just sitting in underwear that I would not want an unexpected intruder to see because I would embarrass them, but I am just so happy. With myself. With not just myself. Especially happy with not just myself(but it doesn't detract from the self-worth).

I look out the window and the fireworks stop. I'd curse for having opened the blinds, leave the general window area and then again. The shelling resumes, relentlessly assaulting the skies with joy and colour.

I am not lamenting.

(I may have fucked up, a lot. My uncondoned 3.5 stressful days of demi-coastal bliss came with it a parental-sanctioned demotion. My loss of an entire semester. My loss of important people, and my lack of achievement in any field.)

So instead of saying, New Year, New Me, I say ... something along the lines of retaining my previous character and positively building upon it in the coming 12 months and beyond.

Happy New Year kids.

So pokémon is pretty cool, yeah?
Yeah.

My brother likes pokémon and thinks he is the best at everything.
My manbag likes pokémon and was in a fucking pokémon ad. I think he's the best at everything.

Once he realised Manbag doesn't mind a bit of the pokémon, Rah pretty much planned out this pokébattle. He made a facebook event for December the 1st what, four or five months ago. I argued for the advanced planning allow time for preparation (and ensure I actually got some attention). Now Rah gets a little excited about his pokémon. Having no one to battle in this nature for awhile, poor unassuming Manbag was roped into what Rah calls 'the ultimate test of skill'.

I don't mind a bit of my pokémon either.

I get addicted. Bad. Pretty much, if you want a Porygon without being rat kid and just buying the coins, I'm your girl. I get really into things, as some may have realised, and I'm not too happy when I see this:


Manbag secretly eyelash-wished (yes, my most holy-of-holies) for me to win cause I was encourntering a frustratingly high amount of Squirtles, Staryus, Pikachus and Cherries. (Darn!)
And then I instantly won! I would've played the pokéflute (bodyslam? seismic toss?) then and there, but of course, it was the three of us on my bed, playing pokémon. But I was still very very happy with my three 7s. I'm way too easy to please.

Yes, I do hook up my Game Boy to my speakers for some surround sound pokémon action.
Well anyway, I'm off to the Game Corner.

Play again? ►yes
Bet how many coins? ►3
Start!
lined up!

Won 15 coins!
Play again? ►yes