Isn't she lucky?

Hopefully I am.

I went to Polhena Beach today, and, unsurprisingly, was the center of attention.  People even yelled out, "NIIIIICE, sha!" and whistled.  Yeesh.

Okay, so this is also an outdated photo ... but hey, nothin' special.  Just a girl in a bikini.

This poorer woman, selling peacock feathers, came up to me and asked me if i wanted my fortune told.  I offered her my left hand (more or less):


You are very lucky.  You are born on a male auspicious time.  You have the chance to go abroad to England three times.  You will bring fame to the family and you will make your parents happy.  You are good to your mother's side parents but not to your father's side parents.  You don't get support from your dad, he's just there to give you his name.  You do get support from your mother, though.  You are going to have three children.  You have two brothers, one is really mean, but he is good.  Your mother and father are always worried about you.  You will have one long and happy marriage.  Your mother-in-law and father-in-law are good people, they will take you in as a daughter and not as an in-law.  You will live until you are 81.


So, half of this does not make sense.  I am probably not going to go to England, except perhaps to visit?  I guess I am only good to my mother's side parents because I've seen them the most...?  I used to hate my grandmother on my father's side, that much is true (and his father is dead).  I really don't like to think that support from my dad thing isn't true, even though it feels like it at times.  The two brothers thing?  I definitely do not have two!  I have one, and he is just good.  :)  Unless there's some sh!t I don't know about ... loool.  And of course my mother and father are always worried about me (isn't that what parents do)?  And I am totally okay with the last three sentences of this "fortune."

It's funny how generic this fortune is, yet how applicable parts of it are.  Heh.  Fortune tellers.  Well, the first thing she said is that I'm lucky ... and I suppose in a sense, yeah, I am HELLA lucky.

And then, to further confirm my luck, something more amazing happened.  I was reading a sign about donating blood (written in sinhalese) when suddenly... SPLAT.  I get hit in the face with something cold, slimy, and wet.  Ew.

A bird pooped precisely on my face... like ... inbetween my glasses and my face precisely.  Oh, and all up in my hair.

APPARENTLY this is a symbol of such luck over here that those who get a birdy gift from above (only on right shoulder, but ESPECIALLY if on the head; left shoulder is bad news) are encouraged to buy a lottery ticket.

HAHA.  It's nice to know that I'm lucky, although I guess I've always felt that way...

More b!tchy things to come.

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