Anyone knows that I am a picture of poise and grace.

But it seems bad luck and jinxes came too much this year as if it's making up for lost time.

I have this superstition that whatever you end up doing at 12mn on New Year's Day, you'll end up doing it for the rest of the year.

When barely a few minutes before the clock stroke midnight on January 1, 2009, I accidentally pricked my finger on a sharp metal protruding from my mobile phone as I was grabbing my phone from my back pocket. Needless to say, I led a trail of blood from our roof deck to my parent's bathroom. I greeted my parents and siblings holding a cottonball to my finger.

Two months later, at the beginning of March, I was at Fiamma meeting some friends. It was soooo crowded that someone had to do the whole "She's with me!" drama so I could get past the velvet rope. Finally, I started up the stairs wearing my hottest black dress and sexy gold pumps. With my gold clutch in one hand and a Hpnotiq 7 in the other, I somehow missed a step and fall forward. I managed to brace myself on the step but my left knee took most of the brunt... and of course, my left shoe went flying. I got up, trying not to look at how many people were looking at me (and if there were anyone holding up placards depicting my scores for my Olympic dive), went down two steps to retrieve my shoe and the bouncer was kind enough (or pitied me) to help me put it back on (meaning, I held on to him for balance while I put on my shoe). I walked away as if falling on my own two feet in public was a daily occurence. Of course, it was only later on that I realized I was bleeding! Hahahaha! I also discovered that despite falling, I didn't spill my drink! My glass was still half full! I guess the alcoholic in me subconsciously saved the drink by, I assume, holding my drink up!

It took me a month to nurse my poor knee. It scabbed like a rowdy second grader's wounds and I had to generously rub Sebo De Macho to avoid scarring. When, a month later, as I was leaving Il Ponticello, I tripped while crossing Valero! And the sad part is, I may have had a lot to drink that night but I left sober. The worse part was, I was with one of my highschool's heart throbs! The casualty was my poor knee again. The same old one that took the brunt in Fiamma. The exact same spot. So now my old wound has a wound. Poor knee. I just realized that same knee, that same spot took the hit too when I fell off my bike years ago. Poor, poor knee.

An acquaintance told me not to worry about the fall because I can carry it. That made me laugh. Whuuuuuttt? Falling flat on my face suits me?! He clarified that I can still manage to fall with grace. So I'm a Miriam Quiambao in the making, huh? :)

So now, I'm turning into a natural klutz. I'm becoming a threat unto myself. :(

But a good friend said it best that maybe this is fate's way of telling me it's okay to fall because one day, someone will be there to catch me... :)