Gone
posted on Monday, September 29, 2003 @ 10:04 pm
It took its last breath.
He took his last breath…
He was okay just now. He was still running around; he was eating. He had to stop and rest for ten seconds after 3 seconds of walking…
We knew it.
The next time I looked he was lying on his right side. Dad said that he wouldn’t last long, and was muttering something about Mum wouldn’t make it back in time.
I watched. He has stopped normal breathing. He was spasming.
His eyes looked as though they were to pop out any second.
Spasm.
I never realised that death takes so long. He was like that, on his side…
He let out one faint shriek during the whole process. Only one.
Mum came back. She made it.
After what seemed like forever, he died. In a small pool of urine.
10 p.m. September 29, 2003.
Familial Jealousy
posted on Thursday, August 7, 2003 @ 8:29 pm
I dreamt…
In the beginning, a lot of people (including myself) were in a mansion playing a massive zombie-shooting game. The people got tired of shooting the actual zombies, so they decided to pretend to be the zombies and be shot. A few of us refused to do that so we ran away and hid ourselves.
Our group got separated, but one girl kept following me. She hasn’t got a gun (what?) so she was hanging onto me the whole time. I ran everywhere until we got to a kitchen, there she started to cry for no obvious reasons. Annoyed, I told her to shut up in a not-so-nice manner but the ‘zombies’ already heard us.
As the first zombie walked in the room, I darted out and kicked him in the face (I didn’t use my gun?); then I realised that he was a Hong Kong celebrity. I was shocked and looked at the other zombies that wandered into the room. They were in fact all celebrities.
The dream jumped and I was in the same mansion on my own. I was running through glass doors after glass doors but still couldn’t find a way out. I saw a guard and wanted to ask him what this mansion was all about, but before I got to him, I woke up…
On another note, I’m very jealous of my family members.
My father:
He’s got a new car - a damn cool Mercedes-Benz. Now he gets to drive that shiny silver thing to work every day, while I haven’t even learnt how to drive. I’m 18 already, dammit.
My mother:
She’s invited to watch the Hong Kong vs Real Madrid football match free of charge tomorrow, and she gets to sit practically next to the football managers. Ssh, I’m planning to drug her tomorrow so I could disguise as her and go instead.
Last but not least, Jacky my brother:
His public exam (HKCEE, if that makes any sense to you) results are out, and they’re damn good. He’s secured a place in his own damn famous and popular school to read Hong Kong’s damn hard Physics and so.
As for myself… pathetic. 
Dear Ruth
posted on Wednesday, July 23, 2003 @ 11:20 pm
I had two dreams last night…
We were running away from a group of people, each carrying a thick, heavy mat that at the time seemed very important. We kept on running, and as we ran past a tree, the mat slipped my grip. Suddenly a woman who was hiding on the tree fell off and the man was trying to pull her back up… we’re obviously avoiding the same people.
I couldn’t help the couple as the group chasing us was already around the corner. I picked up my mat and kept running until we reached a narrow door. The mats were too big to fit. I turned back in desperation and realised that the couple followed us.
The mob caught up and cornered us. I saw a man with a gun so I shielded you with my body. I heard one man whispering about shooting in the wall to scare us. He fired, but the bullet caught my left arm instead.
I didn’t care because I was with you again…
I was having a lesson in a classroom, but somehow you were right beside me the whole time. Suddenly someone burst into the classroom and yelled something. He lifted his shotgun and shot me in the stomach. I blacked out.
The next thing I realised I was in the operation theatre. The doctors were trying to save me. They did something to my heart, which I didn’t understand, as I thought I was shot somewhere else.
When I opened my eyes again, I was lying on a hospital bed. I gathered my strength and sat up. I looked everywhere for you, but you were nowhere to be found.
Where were you?
…
Where are you?
My *Twin* Brother
posted on Monday, July 21, 2003 @ 10:26 pm
I have a twin brother. Not really, but he could very well be my twin.
You know how people did experiments on twin telepathy. The twins were separated in soundproof rooms and wired to lie detectors, not knowing what the other was doing. One twin was told to put his hands into near-freezing water; he let out a gasp. At the same time, the other twin’s respiratory rate went up as though he gasped himself.
Now nothing as freaky as that has happened to us. My brother is a year and a half younger than me, and we grew up very much like friends. We’ve never fought physically and have argued only occasionally. We spent a hell lot of time together.
Sometimes we start humming/singing the same song without it being played earlier or talked about. But I’m sure that happens to many people as well.
What about these two?
My brother suddenly decided to clean up his desktop today. He deleted most of the useless shortcut icons that have been there for years - and I mean years. I did the exact thing just one day ago (didn’t tell him, he didn’t check mine).
When I was in England on the phone with him, I started calling “PJ*~ PJ~” and poking it lightly; which was weird because I never really poke cute stuff. My brother asked, “Are you poking it?” (*PJ is my green apple soft toy. ‘Par Junior’, not pyjamas.)
Damn, and to think I believe in science!
Now Piss Off
posted on Friday, July 11, 2003 @ 11:59 pm
As of always, proper entry under the dream.
In the beginning of the dream there were eight giant, inflated, different-coloured snakes racing on a track. The dark blue one was leading in lane 7. The race went on, and the leading snake started to lag behind. Suddenly I was controlling the white (or yellow) snake in lane 6. As the track turned, I cut across to lane 1 and sped up, winning the race. Somebody complained about me afterwards but I told them it’s right to do so in the last lap.
I carried the deflated snake as I walked along a crowded corridor, on my way to see Wan and Cindy. Some classmates came up to congratulate me. I kept on walking until I heard Helen’s voice; she was obviously talking to Wan. I walked past them, turned right into a room where Cindy was writing her paper diary. I chatted to her for a bit.
The weird thing about this dream is… everything seemed to be very much horizontally inverted, like a mirror image…
On a completely different note; you know what’s funny?
I have a really strong feeling that my mother still thought I was kidding after all that.
We’re looking at our old pictures the other day, and she suddenly talked about marriage. Something about when I get married, I’ll blah blah blah. Sorry, that’s all I remember. But yes, that was funny.
Don’t forget she used the word ‘when’, not ‘if’.
Of course she could be talking about me getting married to a girl, but it’s highly unlikely thinking that she’s disgusted by it. And if she’s talking about straight marriage, *sigh* when will she ever accept the fact?
Maybe she was confused because I do like some men, but being a lesbian doesn’t necessarily mean you have to hate all the opposite sex, now do you?
Oh and by the way, I might be very feminine (and beautiful and sexy according to some of you, heh), but I’m definitely not pretending to be a lesbian to please guys.
So piss off.
