Stranger Than Fiction.

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Strange things have been happening to me or around me lately. For example, a male celebrity who is following me on twitter (strange that he's following me) liked one of my tweets: "Happiness is a pack of caramel popcorn and a glass of full cream milk."

And then today, my Dad texted me. That is strange. Very strange. I haven't heard from him for more than three decades. I replied anyway. Then he texted again. I replied again. We exchanged more than 20 text messages. That was, perhaps, the longest conversation I ever had with him.

Stranger still, I got an FB message from my half-brother who was supposed to have died when he was about six or seven (I can't remember now). And because I'm a strange person myself, I replied by asking: "You still remember me?" He was a toddler the last time I saw him. Apparently, ghosts have better memory. He remembered me, he said, and we exchanged a couple more messages. Dead people are on Facebook, I learned.

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I just realized that both my parents call me "anak." It's just strange hearing it from my Dad.