Zelda Rubinstein

I normally prefer to wake up naturally but this morning I was glad that Frantisek woke me up: I was having a nightmare and I was having my high frequency panic-breathing followed by too long a pause.

I was screaming in my dream. I would like to think if I am scared enough to be screaming in my dreams, a certain amount of sympathy is warranted from loved ones, however trivial the cause is.

What happened was I saw the psychic lady in Poltergeist Zelda Rubinstein in my dream, walking down the staircases that led to my family's old apartment in Macau. She was smiling at me and I started screaming. I thought I would be sucked into the TV.

Frantisek did not think that was scary enough. Well, he did not see the Poltergeist.

Tick tick tick

There is a new Canon camera commercial on TV. It features a 20-something male photographer chasing a tiger in a jeep in some wide open field, trying to take snaps of it. The photographer looks like a mixed blood, half Caucasian/half Oriental, rather handsome and determined looking. Instead of having a lot of inappropriate thoughts towards this object of desire, I am thinking whether my future son would look like that, and whether he would find a girlfriend that is matchingly beautiful.


Talk about bio-clock.

Joanno