I had my year 2007 forecasted by a trusty reliable source lately.
Not much of a horoscope fan or anything related to divination (so Harry Potter) but it definitely helps whenever the middle of the year makes you think why the universe suddenly has these forces that you cannot manage to handle lest alone hold in your trusty mug of Coke Light. A few whisks of a series of controversial deck of cards they call the Tarot and a buhaghag-haired woman to set the mood plus aromatherapy and gong music as personal effects. I was smitten.
3 cuts later. Things will happen that seem directly related to your past. A very good reason to clean up your act, finish unfinished business and practice fidelity. And no, she didn’t say this with a menacing tone and a convulsive pair of eyes to match.
“You remind me of something that makes me realize that I have a good shot of making this right this time.”
Insert audible gasp here. Xenia going, “He is so like $@#@!! Do you want the same thing to happen again? This is history repeating itself in its worst form.”
“But this time I’m making it right.” I told her or rather, I told myself. “And I never cheated on any of them.” Okay, Insert kilat here.
Is this my year? Relationship status — You’re definitely moving towards cohabiting later in the year. Ideally, it’s in a new abode where you can start from scratch.
The biker is a Gemini. It’s perfect attraction.
Marriage (um, let’s not go there)
The lady: “Home ownership is an option.” Home plus cohabiting plus new abode equals disaster. What the hell are we learning Math for?? I wish I was making this up. Or I could just be reading this off any local magazine that some dreamy Pinay concocted or a battered up newspaper I saw on the sidewalk. I wish.
“Please value yourself. Men shouldn’t be treating you as a sex object.”
“You are special “
“Just because I’m angry doesn’t mean I don’t love you.”
And flashback to the Hunbun series… blank.
Till the next chance…
…the next cosmic event that the universe will conspire with us.
…the next lifetime.