I once confided to my bestfriend that Scorpio is not usually a good time for me. And from experience, I have a good reason to believe that.
Whenever Scorpio is ushered in, it means that my birthday is just around the corner. And as far as I am concerned, this is also the time of the year when, for various reasons, my financial resources deplete rendering me unable to do a sort-of “bunggang bunggang” way to celebrate it. To illustrate the point more clearly here are three stories.
I withdrew (dropped) a programming subject to “protect” my scholarship. I sought permission from the scholarships office and they allowed me to do so after deciding that my reason is valid. But it was not without a cost. I had to reimburse the scholarships office the cost of tuition of that one subject to the tune some double digit thousand pesos! I have a valid reason, don’t you worry, but i know it’s not exactly how I would have wanted my Graduate studies to play out but that’s another discussion altogether.
The next blow came in the form of a slowdown of my mobile reloading business. Several big clients suddenly found a reason to stop or at least minimize the need to buying prepaid credits from me. Some have gone postpaid, one established her own reloading service, and a couple got a good break and their employers have provided them mobile phone lines at their disposal. Good for them but not so for Butch’s Fast Mobile Reload Service.
The third one came on All Souls’ Day. As I was dressing up for a meeting I noticed a familiar sight on the butt part of the short pants I pulled out from my closet. My heart pounded a million times and my mind switched on the “No way!” button. But there it was: termites have found their way to some of my most prized possessions… some 20 years worth of legal documents, old journals, letters from friends and former students, bookmarks, and other mementos of my past. It was a gruesome sight with all the crawlies, a whole colony of them, chomping up every available fiber in every box. I wasn’t able to deal with it until the next day though as I was already late for my appointment. The aftermath saw three big plastic bags of live termites and bits of paper about to shipped to the the dumpster.
I know this is not Ondoy-level but it was a great deal just the same. Oh, Scorpio the scorpion. This has to stop.
They say it only comes in threes. I am crossing my fingers.