scuba submarine book

•March 19, 2008 • Leave a Comment

I was living in an underwater station that acted as a school. I was back in high school again. There appeared to be an event going on as students were frantically running around in all directions trying to get somewhere. I bumped into Sarah Prior and she was all excited about wanting to go scuba diving and asked if I wanted to join her. I obliged and she told me to meet her in the water chamber. I went back to my room to get my wetsuit and on the way I passed several old HK friends that I haven’t seen in years. Apparently I was late as the crowd of people that was running around earlier all disappeared. I put on my wetsuit and started heading to the water chamber.

When I got there, the teacher in charge told me I was late and that the submarine was leaving in 3 minutes. I had to pass a series of tests to make sure I was a good enough swimmer before I was allowed on. There was a swimming pool with jets of water squirting out from all the edges. It was to test how strong a swimmer you were and whether or not you would be able to swim against the current to get to the edge of the pool. There were 3 people in the pool trying to complete the task. The teacher told me to hurry up and I jumped into the pool and easily did my laps and climbed back out of the pool. The teacher gave me the go ahead and I ran up a ramp to get to the submarine.

The view changed. I was no longer following myself, but continued to view the ramp that was now empty. Whatever occurred in the submarine was a mystery. An unknown amount of time passed. I saw myself running down the ramp holding onto a black hardcover book that looked old and weathered. It was of utmost importance to hide the book. I ran towards several shelves of books and what appeared to be a mini library. I hid behind the shelves as those pursuing me passed. I carefully counted the rows, aisles and shelves of the mini library and slid the book onto one of the shelves. I took a few steps back to remember the exact location and to capture the image in my head. Once I was convinced I’ve committed the location to memory, I left.



•March 16, 2008 • Leave a Comment

Multiple open bags of baby carrots in the fridge. Wasn’t sure which one was mine. One very oily chocolate cake. I felt like vomitting after taking a bite.

cat fight

•March 15, 2008 • Leave a Comment

It was the evening. I was standing on a fire escape stairwell on the side of a brick building, looking down into the back alley. I saw a dumpster with an area just next to there that would’ve acted as a nice public square had it not been the decrepit surroundings. Several cats started appearing and began congregating at the centre of the square. They seemed to be up to no good. The group of cats all of a sudden became very tense and looked up towards the buildings. Many more cats started appearing, but this time they were on higher ground and all over the fire escape stairwells of the buildings surrounding the alleyway. There was a long pause of silence and it was obvious that these were two rival cat gangs, and all hell was about to break loose. It did, and cats starting flying left, right and centre and I had to duck to avoid being hit by a flying cat. The meows were deafening.

As I watched on, I noticed a small kitten that was falling off the edge of the stairwell and dived to save it. I managed to grab it before it fell, but the kitten was too frightened at the whole ordeal and started scratching me all over. I felt like I was being shocked with a high voltage of electricity all throughout my body. I was surprised that such a tiny little thing was able to inflict so much pain. I finally managed to calm it down by wrapping it in a blanket and rocking it like a baby.

After the fighting died down, I went around checking out the damage. There were dead and injured cats littered all over the back alley and stairwells. As I looked around, I saw kitty sleeping peacefully on top of some boxes. He looked happy.

tibetan protests

•March 14, 2008 • 2 Comments

Something is going on in Tibet right now. Please read about it.

boing boing / the independant / radio free asia / bbc / the star / globe & mail

tibetan boy not impressed

ancient china

•March 14, 2008 • Leave a Comment

I was in ancient China serving as a loyal attendant for one of the many brothers of the emperor. Our palace was under attack by a rival brother and we were barricading ourselves in the great hall in a feeble attempt to keep the intruders out. We even dressed up another servant in the clothes of the emperor’s brother in the hopes to confuse the attackers. Eventually, the intruders broke through our defenses and started slaughtering the guards. I lost all hope but still picked up my sword to fight. I was slashed all over and fell to the ground. I was surprised that I was still alive and that the injuries I sustained didn’t bother me all that much. This gave me hope and I picked up my sword again and fought back with a renewed sense of confidence and was able to fend off several attackers. But out of no where, a spear came flying into the hall, killing the servant that was dressed up as the emperor’s brother. Everyone paused.

There was a loud horn from the outside and the Emperor storms in followed by several of his brothers. I dropped to my knees and bowed along with everyone else in the great hall. The fighting was called off, and the emperor starts scolding the brother that ordered that attack and told him how disappointed he was. He could not believe how serious the internal conflict has been, and warns everyone that if anything like this ever happens again he will take some serious action. I was still on the ground, bowing and bleeding from my wounds. I felt that I deserved some recognition for my efforts in serving and protecting the emperor’s brother, but I did not get any. I passed out from the loss of blood.

the wedding

•March 13, 2008 • Leave a Comment

It was my friends wedding. I sat at a round table with just one other girl. I didn’t know her. We were served round pies. The girl had pages of newspaper out on the table, which I thought was quite rude. Our server was a young girl, a bit shy and awkward but sweet nonetheless. I was somewhat attracted to her. It seemed like she knew me from before, but I don’t remember from where. The groom was walking around by himself tending to things. When he came by I asked him about the clanging of glasses and if that meant he had to kiss the bride. He didn’t respond. I picked up my glass and starting hitting it with my knife. Others in the room noticed what I was doing and started doing the same. The clanging got louder. He walked back to his table and kissed the bride.

first entry

•March 13, 2008 • Leave a Comment

hello. new blog. fist entry. lets keep it short. the end.