What if I were to tell you that I might be on my way to heaven (or hell) half a century earlier than people normally would? Like, soon? Don't even ask me why yet.

That was how I felt last night. I felt the world closing down on me, like so many occasions before. But last night was the worst I've been through. I started sweating profusely my friends were bemused before I told them what happened. I couldn't walk 10 steps, my eyes could only see darkness, and all my blood flushed away to some part of the body I don't even know where, cos I was bathed in my own cold sweat. They were even serious about bringing me to the A&E.

"Your face look like you're a vampire," One said.

Instead of being worried, I was actually thrilled, despite the "halfway to heaven" experience. I've always flirted with the idea of being a vampire, ideas contributed by the likes of Christopher Pike and Stephenie Meyer. No, it was not due to the fact that vampires look excellent with their porcelain skin and perfectly sharp features. Or that they look cool in their black trench coats. Ok, maybe a little. But I'd imagine myself prancing rooftop to rooftop after the sun has set, watching the world down below. Sniffing out my targets, feasting on them. It will surely deliver great joy slowly draining out the little lives out of them, especially so if they're someone I dislike. Oh, there were so many times I'd be in the company of people who I wouldn't say I was very pleased to be with. And thoughts of breaking their joints with my vampiric strength always brought little smirks on my face.

You know what they say about living life on the edge. I for sure have done that - the edge between the living and the dead.