Th1rt33n

October 13 was Friday, the day in which everyone gets to have a stroke of bad luck, and a day which supposedly brought some resistance against the bad energy for the chinese people. As luck would have it, I'm no chinese (which I kind of wish I was). That means, I'll still suffer torment at the hands of life.

What's with friday the thirteenth that makes every occurence of it hellish? Who the hell had marked this day as a day of catastrophes, disasters, calamities, destrution, crises and, to simply put it, misfortunes?

The universe really has a warped sense of humor.

Anyway, many bad things happened to me on friday the thirteen. But nothing worse than the friday the thirteen I experience every day of my life (and everyone else's).