i wanna believe in fairy tales

i grew up on a diet of fairy tales and fables
not just disney ones and lasses with golden locks
but chinese folklores and phoenixes and dragons too (way before harry potter)
i used to have stacks and stacks of story books
and there's nothing i loved more than to come home from school,
have my lunch, then climb onto the upper deck of my bunk bed,
book in one hand and strawberry-flavoured yan-yan on the other,
devour both at the same go, and then, fall asleep...
(that probably explains how i developed the bad habit of having to read a book, even it it's just one sentence, in order to fall asleep)
aesop's fables, 365-poems-&-stories-for-everyday,
strange series of thin old books with unattractive swirls of patterns on the cover - their contents written in both english and chinese
most of these books were pass-me-downs from ma's friend's daughters who've outgrown them
i no longer have any of these books with me, i really don't know what happened to them
been trying to rebuild this collection rummaging through second-hand bookstores (very difficult i tell you)
on one occasion was also most elated to discover in the neglected shopping mall (this i'll write about in another blog entry) near my new house, a vendor from somewhere (i've checked and they don't have a shop in the mall), sporadically sets up stands in the atrium displaying rows and rows of second-hand books
till now i've yet to find any of the books i used to have
i'll keep looking, and i'll find them.

that's what happens in fairy tales

one of the items on my wishlist: i call this "fairy-tale-gone-wrong trapped in snow globe", designed by martin & munoz .