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Currently reading Catherine Lim’s “Unhurried thoughts at my funeral”.

You know sometimes, you don’t remember your dreams right after you’ve awaken. Instead, it slowly come to you when you are randomly slacking or daydreaming. Somehow it just, like, POP, appears in your mind?

Yeah. I dreamt of life after death. I remember Celine was in the dream. Somehow, reincarnation was kinda like a good thing in that dream. There weren’t any heaven, and either you idle and bore yourself to second death, or you reincarnate.

Celine died first and I watched the process. She was like on this ledge, about the height of 1, 2 metres? You had to jump down, but you float, not dive down and die again. During this time, do whatever you want.

Pray to God, last words to your families said to yourself, whatever. Once you touch the ground, you’ve to get ready. There would be a burst of white light rimmed with red, a beautiful sight really, surrounding you.

I kinda forgot what happens then, but after that you will find yourself lying on the ground, and you NEED to keep your mind free of thoughts and shut your eyes. Kinda like a dead person. Ok, well, you ARE dead. Whatever.

Apparently, Celine reincarbated as Celine, and she told me about what to do. Then it was my turn to die.

SADLY. I was unable to keep myself free of thoughts. I was thinking, “Oh, shit. I better keep my eyes closed, cos I totally don’t wanna wander. I wanna reincarnate!” BIM BAM BOM. My fate was sealed.

It was terrifying lah. Like a scratch card, or like some video game, I somehow saw the words, “Sorry, you are not reincarnated” infront of me. I think after that I wandered around some random place. Can’t remember anymore of this dream.

Kinda cool yeah? Some omen? I remembered it out of the blue when reading Unhurried Thoughts at my Funeral in the library.

I believe in tooth fairies. I still do. Past, present, future.

I remember once, when I lost my tooth, I wrote a note to the tooth fairy and wrapped up my tooth with it and slipped it under my pillow.

It went something like this:

Dear toothfairy,

Thank you for visiting my house and using my tooth to make fairy powder. Please give me a skate scooter. You can put it next to my bed. But if you are unable to do that, please give me a Ken doll.

Thanks and goodbye (:

The next day came extreme disppointment. No skate scooter, no Ken doll. (Although I got both some time after, cept not from a toothfairy)

Even my parents did not exchange my tooth for a dollar coin or something.

Sheesh.

I sorta figured that the tooth fairy might be busy. They can’t possibly go to every kid who lost their tooth, right?

Riight.

As I grew older, my belief was mixed with doubts, confusion. But somehow it came to a halt, and now I KNOW that the tooth fairy exists. Yes she does, she does she does she does.

That tooth went down the drain pipe when I was washing it :
Years after that incident, my sister, aged 6-7, lost her tooth.

I think she believes in tooth fairies too. That night, Kejun and I extracted that bloody, filthy white thing and slipped a dollar under her pillow.

The next day, she was all, “Wow, cool”, when she saw it.

It was damn sweet, knowing a child’s belief is like, you know…

UNTIL !!! UNTIL UNTIL she went, “Oh, I think I actually saw a little bit of the tooth fairy!”

Did I mention my sis is a big fat liar? She is also horrid at lying ):

Me: Oh, reeeeaaally? How did it look like?

Sis: Um… she can fly, and she has a wand.

Kejun: Does she know you saw her ?

Sis: Er… no. I was pretending to sleep.

Me: Oh, yahh, right. But I thought toothfairies like to bring children to play?

Kejun: yeah

Sis: Oh, actually, I bluff you one…the toothfairy got talk to me.

Me: Then leh?

Sis: Then… then she fly away.

Kejun: Never bring you up to sky to play meh ?

Sis: Oh… have! Have…

KJ and Me: (mutters) liar.

Sis: (Obviously fabricating her famous big fat lies) And she hold my hand and we fly up to the sky and she gave me alot of sweets…

Me: To decay your teeth more? How ironic.

Sis: …and I saw the other toothfairy the queen toothfairy yadda yadda.

KJ and I: -_-

I’m not afraid of cockroaches. One crawled over my face before.

I’m not afraid of ghosts/horror flicks etc. None, zilch, they don’t even make me gasp.

Guess what I’m mortally afraid of…?

Lizards. Writing that gives me goosebumps. Lizard is such an apt name. Sounds zippy and gross. I absolutely despise lizards. They give me the willies. Okay, maybe not despise, but more like terrified of.

I can’t stand wriggly things that move fast, not to mention in jerky movements. Imagine the traumatising time I had watching Monster Inc, with Randall (the huge purple amphibian-lizard monster) in it. I was horrid. ):

I scream whenever I am trapped in an enclosed area with them. One night (2am, upon touching them, I screeched my head off: ” MAMA JIU MING AHHHHH ! ” A couple of lights were switched on from the apartments of the flat a block away and I’m not exaggerating.

Took a thorough shower (at 2am-_-) in order to wash off all lizard fumes/filth.

BIRDS they freak me out from a close distance. From far, it’s alright. They are too flappy and fast for my liking. Way toooo flappy… -__-

Overall, they’re pretty much harmless, flies away if anyone is within a metre’s radius from them. Pigeons. Ah, they are the problems. Fat, flappy things. Icky.

BUTTERFLIES Honest. Why you don’t believe me? WHAT? I’m a wimp? No I am NOT. I ain’t ! I ain’t ! I ain’t ! They are MUCH TOO FLUTTERY ! Notice I hate flappy, fast, fluttery shits ? Uh-huh.

I’m generally quite okay with them now, but if caught off-guard and one sweeps down near me, I seriously will freak. And scream. LOUD.

THUNDERS I’m not REALLY afraid of them, or at least I’m too embarrased to tell. I used to loooove them grand, clapping sounds, laughing at cowardly screaming idiots who yell everytime the thunder sounds.

Uuntil one fateful night….

A night of real thunderstorm. Blinding flashes of light, lashes of lightning pelted out mercilessly on Earth, piercing the ground, deafening great BOOMS !!! It was an indescridable night.

(Siao bor? Write compo huh?)

Couldn’t sleep the whole night, startled by every lightning and thunder. -_- embarrassing.

The next morning, found out that a teeny army airport (so near that it was in view of my window) being struck down.

Gah. From then on can’t appreciate the magnificent works of Mother Nature without jumping up in fear each time.

Sway.

At last. the moment we’ve been waiting, I’m finally gonna make a serious post. Not exactly, but more my standards…. yeahh.

I’ve asked several people the same question (yes, I love asking random questions) :

If you can be anyone for a week, who would it be?

Britney Spears?
Jolin Tsai?
Some princess?
me??
Lindsay Lohan?

Not surprisingly, 90% of people replied, in syncronised unison, “Paris Hiltoooon.”

Yup. I certainly thought of that hooked-nose rich blonde when I think of my own answer. But after some consideration, I decided I’d rather be a starving child in Africa.

Yes, you heard right. A starving poor kid in some ulu rural area.

Think of it. If I am Paris Hilton, partying my day away amidst chardonnays and vuittons, palm trees and cute boys, party nights and posh hotels.

One week is up aaaand POP. You are back to plain old self. You’ll get depressed, pine for the days of Martini and Prada. It will totally suck.

But if I’m a poor kid, I’ll suffer throughout the week. Appreciate my joy and bliss that i have at home.

I know it sounds damn cheesy, like what, “Appreciate what you have in life, for it could be worst”

But, yeah. I really think that way.

Bye