If only good luck does not come in packages.
I greeted 2005 with a feeling of being "special," what with my life falling into place with a series of coincidences and serendipitous encounters. Yet, February has been quite an unlucky month. If superstitions are true, then I must be destined to borrow money the whole year because I had to cough up valuable bukos just to remove fluid from my lips on Chinese New Year.
In order to transform back into human form, after looking like a frog or rabbit on February 8, I had no choice but to undergo a root canal procedure the next day. It wrecked havoc on my carefully budgeted allowance. For a short, yet vivid narration of my experience, please refer to the "Autistic Thoughts" section of this blog. Nothing inspires writing than genuine emotions.
I have also been ripped-off by two business establishments, both at the most inopportune times. Feeling so helpless, I wished them bad fortune and ill fate. Eight or nine days later, the first one was bombed. Although I am not eager to see what will happen next, it will be the last time for me to curse someone. I do not believe in the power of curse, nor do I see life as a predetermined existence devoid of freewill; yet, guilt was the feeling I felt for though the unfortunate event coincided at the time when I wanted to exact vengeance, it was too much vengeance unwarranted. This was not the first time such fulfillment happened.
I am okay now. Cost-cutting measures, which impelled me to forego simple pleasures in life, are finally yielding its fruits. Just a little bit of patience and I will be fine. If past events were to give me any clue as to what my future brings, then I suppose that these are foreshadowings of some sort for bigger things to come. The lesson that I have learned in this experience is that I need to have the discipline in maintaining an "emergency fund" to cushion myself from unforeseen events.
I am rewriting this post in times of soberness. Until now, I never knew how a blog could be such an effective catharsis.