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We were randomly chatting about our future at the brunch table, when Bro surprised us with a plan I’m not sure whether he wants to share with the world just yet – or at all. Anyhow, Mum made the following comment to me, in regard to what Bro said -ish, afterwards.

“You could become an actress;” Awww. “since you’re so good at faking.“

Hmph… Now I’m flattered and offended at the same time. But, what?! Faking? I don’t remember ever being fake to her! Grumble, grumble.

Mum, Bro and I watched the final episode of 爭分奪秒 (Split Second) together (Dad would have viewed the programme with the three of us if he hadn’t had to go to a gathering).

There was a scene where the guy in the middle pointed a gun point-blank at the head of the guy on his immediate left. The middle guy struggled between whether or not to fire.

“If he shot the guy at this range, his brains would be blown apart and his eyes might pop out.” Mum analysed. “Seriously, his eyes might pop into the shooter’s mouth, too.”

To which we giggled.

“Imagine this scene:” Bro changed into a stern tone. “I’m not going to shoot you because your eyes might pop into my mouth.”

And we all burst into laughter.

We’re a sick family. We are.

I watched my first episode of “Queer Eye for the Straight Guy” the other night, alone. Shoot me, but I found the gay guys, although pretentious, very cute and adorable. (I wasn’t surprised as I’m all for femininity.)

I randomly brought up the subject at the dinner table that night, and Mum immediately showed her distaste.

“Gay guys are disgusting. Don’t you think?”

“To think so, Mum, you are disgusting.”

No, I didn’t say that. I kept quiet. Somehow her affirmation doesn’t seem to matter that much any more.

The thing that I’d be happy and Mum wouldn’t is that, my feeling for him isn’t so strong now. I’m glad it’s just another infatuation; and despite the confusion and everything, it felt good while it lasted.

Actually, I think I’ll even be joining my first meeting (barbeque) with the other out-of-the-closet (or not?) lesbians out there, organised by my local lesbian organisation. You know, to make love and so – friends; to make friends, I mean.

Oh, and I’ll be getting my own domain very soon! Isn’t that exciting? My first ever domain?

Wait, why am I here? Engineering Mechanics, Engineering Mechanics, Engineering Mechanics…

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.

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.