Last time when I was in primary school, I think primary 4, a
praying mantis fell on me and decide not to leave my back. I turned
to ask my friend to brush it off my back but my friends run off
screaming all the way...
Wah biang!! So scary!! What kind of 'friends' you've
got there?! 
Never help but run away first.
I still remember this incident in Primary 2. I thought I
felt something crawling up the back of my neck, and I grabbed hold
of it through my uniform. It felt long and hard... I thought
it was a centipede and cried and cried and refused to let it
go. The I)&*)@#(&@!#!!! Mandarin teacher asked
me what's happening cause I was crying and I yelled "Lao
Shi!! There's a centipede crawling on me!!" All this while, I
never let go of the 'centipede'. Blardy lao shi didn't do
anything but continued teaching!! 
FINALLY, towards the end of the class, the sadistic
like-to-watch-children-cry devil woman came over and tried to
help. The whole class laughed non-stop when they found out
what my 'centipede' actually was... it was the black string
necklace that held my religious Taoist amulet!! I remember
feeling soooo embarrassed with the lao shi scolding me "Ben4 Dan4!"
I also remember that that was the first
incident where I started to hate my Taoist gods because in my
little mind, I was thinking why my gods abandoned me and allowed
this centipede incident to traumatise me! 
