So this morning, over the radio while having breakfast, I heard some guy talking about feng shui. I suppose these things are popular now that the Chinese New Year is drawiing near. I’m not the biggest fan of astrology but I sat up and listened when he talked about those born in the Year of the Monkey. Good year for career, for business, for travels abroad– and my best compatibility match would be with someoone from the Year of the Horse.
Because we are all secret stalkers at heart, I checked the friendster of this guy I had just met yesterday and found out he was born in 1977, which makes him one year short of being a 1978 Horse baby. (And I ALSO found out from my blockmate that he’s married so… so much for that.)
Feeling bummed out over that latest “information” (cute kasi sya talaga, at smart, at leftist, and one of those very rare breed of lawyers with absolutely no air of self-importance), but more likely because I was bored, I decided to go to the Kamuning thriftshops to look at the knickknacks there. I love doing that. And I love that it’s just two minutes away from my house. The guy manning the store was a man in his late ’60s or even older, who mumbled to himself and wasn’t particularly interested in helping me.
I saw this small vintage transistor radio and thought the price was good. While I was about to pay for it, the guy suddenly tipped over this small brass thing and it fell to the floor. I picked it up and saw that it was a tiny horse. Yeah, i know there are probably a gazillion of those, and my overactive imagination is reading signs that aren’t there, but still, i thought it was FREAKY. I asked the grumpy old man how much it was and he said “P50.00” (hehe, cheap taiwan-made knock-off).
So yeah, now I have a completely useless horse thingy sitting on my dresser… all because one random guy was born one year too early to be a Horse and decided to get married before having met me. 😦