I remember shopping for my Chinese New Year themed party in Chinatown with my boyfriend. I was so excited thinking that this finally would be my year!
“I’m a tiger“, I excitedly told a lady at the shop in Chinatown when she asked why I was so happily filling my basket with all the embellishments of what would surely be the most stylish Chinese New Year themed birthday party EVER. Suddenly, the lady looked grim. Firmly, she educated me, “Tiger, Year of the Tiger is no good for you if you are Tiger. Bad year. Tough year. Many hardship. Difficulty. No good luck.”
My face fell like a souffle in a fighter jet. I know the truth when I hear it- even from a stranger. And the lady did not lie.
Within 72 hours, my boyfriend (also known as, the Love of My Life) abandoned me during my birthday party on my birthday. He gave no reason and has refused to speak to me since.
I wanted to die. But call it fortitude or too-chickenshit-to-cut-myself, I am still here.
2010: The Year of the Tiger. Eff you. *SMH* Thank god it has come to a close.
