shoot first

My cousin told me this funny little story during a family dinner a few nights ago.

My mum’s a pretty superstitious person. She’s really, really into feng shui and praying to all the different Chinese deities and stuff like that. So, a few years ago, my mum invited this Chinese feng shui master she knew from China over to the site of my aunt’s future home, to give advice on whatever feng shui elements that should be incorporated into the building plans and stuff like that.

After that, my mum got the feng shui dude to tell our fortunes. I wasn’t there, but my cousin was there with my mum and my aunt, so she heard everything that the guy had to say. I haven’t made up my mind on whether I believe in all that stuff, who knows right? Maybe there are bona fide seers out there. But this guy – heh – I don’t think so.

See, what he told me mum was simply too ridiculous and almost completely out of the realm of all possibility. He said that I, believe it or not, would be married by the age of 23.

WAT.

Well, I’ve got 514 days (as I’m typing this down) until I’m 23. Truth be told, a lot can happen in 514 days. So, I’ll reserve judgement till then. If you receive an invitation to my wedding within the next 514 days, you better believe that THAT SHIT IS REAL.