jinx

I am the official jinx back at home. Nothing leaves my jinxy hands safely. In hokkien, they call me suay. I never got to hold my sister's new phone until it wasn't new. All because anything could happen to that poor new phone once it's in my hands. The lights at home, let's talk about those lovely lights we have at home. Anyone with half a molecule of general knowledge would know that bulbs do go out in time to come. You know, new bulbs become old bulbs when the time comes. They burn out. I was officially tagged JINX because of those evil-plotting bulbs. Pa almost had a dogtag, JINX engraved on it, done for me to wear it around my neck for the rest of my life.

That not-so-fine day, I skipped happily into my room, and tried to switch on the light. Alas! It flickered. And flickered. And flickered. And it went on flickering. There was no other way but to tell Pa that the bulb wasn't going to make it. And it really was coincidence that I was the one again to break the dreary news to him.

" You really suay! It had been ok all the whille! Everyone else had no problems with it. But the moment you came back and tried to switch it on, it blows! You're really good at making people angry ah!"

See. I was just an innocent little girl who bumped into a fused bulb in my own room. Thus, ever since that day, I have been labelled JINX. People who knows about it thinks my Pa is ridiculous. Yet amazingly, I am more amused than offended. I find the whole idea of being a jinx hilarious. I am the jinx of the family! Some status!