Missrep

On our ROMniversary this year, my weekly cleaner broke the wedding cake topper that I keep as momento.

It was not the first time, so the damage was pretty bad.

Both bride and groom decapitated. Hands and arms broken on each.

Bad omen? I definitely wondered. However, putting it all together again with superglue felt strangely therapeutic.

A reminder that marriage takes work.

Anyway, good as new now.

Well, at least now it is.

On Tuesday night, I had the craziest dream.

I dreamt I was having a face-to-face conversation with a beautiful Beyoncé looking tenant with a full afro. She was moving out and taunting me about not planning to clean the room she rented. I was super certain she had seriously trashed the room.

For some reason, in my dream, I had the guts to tell her to either clean it up or pay the bill for cleaners I would get. Anyone who knows me knows I do not have such guts in real life.

She then made some snarky remark, which I can’t recall now, but I got this huge wave of rage, and I lunged at her with both my hands to choke her neck and I did it IN REAL LIFE too!

So I ended up JABBING some part of Jason who was sleeping next to me!

He naturally “WTF?!”-ed me and I woke up.

I could actually feel my upper body lunging in real life and my nails digging into his flesh!

I apologised to Jason and told him it was a dream. I had to explain I wasn’t attacking him, but doing it to the dream person.

After Jason fell back asleep (really quickly, cause he’s chill like that), I checked the time and it was 2AM.

The terrible Hauntu night dream was about 2:30AM also.

I started to think about how the timing was so similar. Which led me to think that maybe I kena rasuk by an evil spirit out to kacau me, or Jason, or me via Jason since I love him. Let’s just say my mind is able to reach these levels of crazy, haha.

First thing I did on Wednesday morning was to WhatsApp my mom the entire incident hoping she will pray for me. This is why I call myself agnostic and not an atheist despite how often I declare religion is a bane to society.

Bless my mom because she told my dad and both of them called me before noon and offered to take me to temple.

We went all the way to Ampang temple for prayers. Brought flowers and amulets back home to mandi bunga also.

After I did all that, I felt soooooo relieved. The smell of the burnt amulets were soooooo comforting. 😂

I know all this is in my mind, so I’m glad I did all this. Haha.

I. AM. NEVER. VISITING. A. HAUNTED. HOUSE. AGAIN. EVER.

Hauntu

Last Friday, we did a small firm event which was organised by the lawyers for fun.

The young’uns chose an immersive horror house experience at the Linc in KL called Hauntu, followed by dinner at De.Wan.

I naively thought that as I approach my 40s, I have matured enough to handle some “scary” stuff (I watched a few seasons of AHS recently OK, don’t mess 😂). So I did not become the spoilsport partner that vetoed or did a no-show for Hauntu.

I think I was semi-respectable during the visit (there were 8 of us after all) and only let out a scream or two. 😂 The creepy set itself was really well done in most places but the illusion was lost whenever fake bodies appeared. Their mannequins just couldn’t compete with the realism of wax figurines at Madame Tussauds which I’ve seen before. Hauntu should really consider dialling down on fake heads and introducing some dry ice smoke or fog effect instead.

I think the way I look with curly hair was more scary than the mannequin they used.

Hauntiu

Post-Hauntu, I really struggled to fall asleep cause each time I closed my eyes, I would picture myself alone back at the worse parts of the set. Like standing in the 50s bedroom or the metal caged utility closet area.

When I finally fell sleep, I dreamt I was back in the freaking set and it was one of those damn dreams where you can’t move your muscles or make a sound until you finally burst scream/cry aloud in real life. Jason had to shake me awake and say it’s just a dream. This was 2:30am. Jason promptly fell back asleep but I didn’t go back to sleep until 7am when it was brighter outside. I had to listen to my audiobook and a podcast to get through those 4.5 hours. 😅

Since the kids were sleeping over at my in-laws for 2 nights, we booked a one-night stay at Majestic KL on Saturday. This is before we learned that Hauntu was hotel themed. I refused to cancel because we’ve had 2 unsuccessful attempts at a staycation there (Covid-19 quarantine then fully booked)

Anyway, as we were checking in, I really needed to pee but the hotel doesn’t have a toilet in their lobby! Guests have to go to the second floor. Since Jason was still busy with the receptionist, I decided to go on my own, I walked to the lift, pressed the lift button, and walked straight back to the reception. Haha.

Apparently, Jason already knew when I walked off that I couldn’t heck it alone and would come back without peeing.

When we got to our room and had just shut our room door, I heard bells jingling in the corridor. Like a possessed woman, I damn loudly said “Why are there bells ringing?!”, aggressively swung the door back open to “scare” and “verify” whatever was outside…

It was a little toddler wearing sandals with light and sound effects and her father mid-unlocking their room door and staring at me with fear for his innocent offspring. 😂