The Number 3 and The Rose

Something really strange happened today. I was walking to work, passing through the corridors of the SMRT building at City Hall when this dude stopped me. I thought he might have been asking for directions or something at first. He subsequently introduced himself and said he was from India, and start rambling on about how he could tell by looking at my forehead, what kind of person I am. All the time that he was talking to me about my character, he never looked me in the eye, but was looking at my forehead. I didn't really listen much, but I did remember him saying that if there's one thing that's bad about me, it's how brutally frank and honest I can be, if I'm for example, sitting at a table talking with a bunch of friends.

So he goes on and asks me if I know about astrology and the stars, and I said I've heard of it. Then shit started to get real weird from there. He took out a notepad, wrote something on a paper, crushed it and asked me to hold it in my hand. He then asked me to tell him a number from 1 to 5. I picked 3. He then asked me what my favourite flower is, and I've always liked roses, so I told him that. He then asked me to unwrap the piece of paper I was holding.

"3. Rose."

I was like WHOA WTF. He then told me that this coming year, I'll have 3 opportunities or instances of very good luck, or something good will happen, and that business will be good. After that, he shook my hand, and he walked off.

This was just weird, but I more than welcome that little fortune he predicted for me, for I sure could do with some of that good fortune right about now. Heh simply amazing.