Agliophobia, the fear of pain, reminds me of aglio olio. I am hungry again. Just a few days ago, I was suffering from Ankylophobia, the fear of immobility of a joint. It took me a visit to the sinseh and some smelling like nonsense to get rid of that fear. But it is worthwhile. It's great to be able to turn and toss in bed all over again! That man also told me I cannot eat peanuts and so I've been living on ham and cheese for breakfast. That sucks! I just bought a bottle of peanut butter! It is almost brand new and comes with 20% free! I can't wait to eat crunchy peanut butter again. Even if I were to become Arachibutyrophobic, the fear of having peanut butter stuck to the roof of the mouth, after, I wouldn't mind. At least I wouldn't risk the third bottle of peanut butter being infested with molds again. It is the third time something happens to stop me from eating crunchy peanut butter!
You know in Alaska, you can see the northern lights every night? I saw on Animal Planet that those igloos are actually built by man. Fine, I'm ignorant and dumb. Seriously I thought igloos were made by polar bears or penguins. I thought igloos were built by animals, like how an orang utan or bird or insect constructs her own nest. I am very wrong! Igloos are man-made, yo! People live in them! Talking about nests, I raided an insect's nest outside my window last sunday. I used one of those wooden chopsticks that come with your packed char kway teow to excavate the clump of sand, only to find a few larvae inside. Some were green, while others were yellow. I totally freaked out! Yikes! I thought it was an empty nest since nothing flew out when I poked it. You know like if you disturb a beehive, a swarm of bees would actually attack you? Well, nothing of that sort happened. So I was happily digging and digging... Eewww! Anyway, there's a certain group of people who are Auroraphobic, fear of the Northern Lights. Are they crazy? I remember Felily and Lu4 dying to make a trip to Alaska. But I reckon the people in the olden days sure believe these Northen lights bring the demon, or something.
My whole family is definitely suffering from Batrachophobia- Fear of amphibians, such as frogs, newts, salamanders, etc. Or rather Lizardophobia, because we were screaming when my mother discovered a lizard at the door of the washing machine. There was once this lady (my aunt's neighbour) who blended a lizard together with her laundry. Imagine the bits and pieces of lizard stuck in the pockets of your favourite pair of jeans! No more buying of nice washing machines. Those machines which have a glass door that can allow your rubber duckie to take a nice peek while bathing with your clothes. I bet the lizards think it looks fun too. There is no food in the washing machine. There is no other reason why a lizard would want to risk its life being blended if not for the fun of peeking out from a spinning world.
I suffered from Didaskaleinophobia, fear of going to school, when I was in Primary 1. The Primary 5 Indian buddy I had then was the horriblest of the horribles. She honestly bullied me by making me buy not just my own food, but also hers. I had to eat my meals all by myself in the company of her other lousy friends! I wonder where were her friends' buddies but that didn't bother me much because they blabbered the loudest tamil ever and all I thought was to escape from her evil clutches! If there were to be trophy for the worst buddy, she will win it hands down. I ran away from her so often that she complained to my teacher so much that she even complained to Mrs Lim, the principal then. I was scolded by the principal right in front of half the Primary 5s and Primary 1s. I remember Cheryl telling me she remembers vaguely a girl being scolded by Mrs Lim after recess. My parents couldn't figure out why I hated school so much and probably thought I was possessed. I was like a baby suffering from colic. I cried so very often. My parents still do not know of this today. (I think I blogged this before, but I cannot remember so who cares. I like telling this story. It is one of my heroic moments.)
The longest fear ever is the fear of the number 666, Hexakosioihexekontahexaphobia. It is already a feat to say that you are Hexakosioihexekontahexaphobic. What nonsense phobia is this? How do you even pronounce it?
//I am just finding things to do
\\I took 2 hours and 52 minutes to write this post
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