It has finally come, the year of the tiger. It's my year, and apparently whenever it's your year, you can expect a lot of mishap and bad luck. Oh boy, I don't need any more of those.
My day started off with a bang. Not a good bang, a really bad bang actually. It was the sound of our garage door falling apart. The moment my mother woke me up at 8 am to tell me to fix it, I knew I was in for some trouble.
I tried everything, and have now resorted to trying to pretend the problem doesn't exist. If I am blogging about it, it means I don't have to deal with it, right? (I realize how delusional that may sound.)
I am sure that today will not reflect what will happen to me for the rest of year. I don't know where that superstition came from, but I refuse to believe it. I'm going to have a wonderful year... even if I have to make it happen. :)
P.S. Happy Valentine's Day! I sometimes wish I was in elementary school again. They days when you got cards and candy. Oh, the simple pleasures that comes with being a kid... :D
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