another dream remembered

must be an invasion.
i was at home packing frantically, trying to gather as many supplies as possible.
the streets were filled with unfamiliar lifeforms, some about my height, some taller than an high rise building.
there were only 2 choices when you meet them: 1. run as fast as you could, or 2. fight like there's no tomorrow. choice #1 being the most common choice. but then, if they outrun you, then #2.
when it first hit the Earth, i was underground. the subway train was torn to shreds and when we come to, there were flying electrics and terrified passengers. we saw the beings and we all ran towards the surface.
that's when we saw apocalypse.

after i left home, i drove for a while until there's no more roads.
looks like they broke a lot of pavement too.
the hills were no safer than the city, not when size matters.
after crossing a river, which took the life out of me, i met with more survivors and we desperately look for a hideaway.

we hopped onto a working train, but was soon caught up by more strong electricity zapping monsters.
just about the last moment, we saw a safe house when the train came to a halt.
we ran into the house, and like magic, the lifeforms seem to be blocked by an invisible barrier.
it's humanity's last refuge.
there are places like these all over the globe, it's just the matter of making it there.
we arrived and immediately people fed us and showed us how the house works.
it neutralizes those monsters if they enter the house, leaving them powerless and mortal.
we killed one of them when it crossed the threshold. my dad stabbed it till its eyes popped out. gruesome, but victorious!

everything within the house can be self replenished. food, water, waste, and even sun light can be recycled.
what surprised me was that this ark can be expanded when more people join in, and eventually it turned into a ship.
when we took sail and departed from the crumpled land we once called home, i was zapped back into reality.

good morning.

a dream writtened down

i was a brilliant, well loved film actor in his early 30's.
after a premier of one of my latest film in Taiwan, i talked to the audience on the spur of moment and told them i'll be forever gone in the industry.
my agent came and reverted my speech and pulled me over and asked me why.
without saying much, i left the theatre, depressed.
i was walking around the streets, there are so many kinds of food and entertainment, but nothing interests me.
all i could think about was different ways to end my pathetic life.

took an elevator up an old tall building, and saw a port near by.
before going there, a couple youngsters were skateboarding and saw me.
"jump! jump! jump! come on, do it, old man!" was what they were encouraging.
when i was ready to take the plunge, my agent showed up some way behind and one of the boys slipped down the edge.
i hurriedly look for the stairs and went to grab him before he made his way down to hell.
"u weren't ready to die, see? u saved him because u treasure life still." said my agent.
"i saved him because... just leave me alone." was my reply.

now i'm at the port. my agent was walking alongside trying to figure out the reason of my depression.
while we were watching some people setting up their inflatable float boat, a man mugged and killed a person from not too far away.
he ran toward us and i grabbed him.
after some short thinking, i've decided to take him out for a dive into the waters.
we sank and sank and sank...

when i woke, i was at a hospital bed.
an inspector spoke to me on the left while his partner looked out the window at the far right. it was eerily quiet - i was used to reporters outside the door waiting for an interview. guess they haven't got wind of this yet.
i was so disappointed that i'm still alive. at that point, i told him the reason.
i had a wife with child, whose lives i accidentally took away. in deep sorrow, i suffocated my first child of 5 years to eternal slumber.
the next logical step would be taking my own life.
sobbing weakly on the bed, i slowly looked towards the inspector eyeing the surgical knife next to him.
after a few minutes, he helped me slit my wrist.
damn inspector, too weak a cut and not deep enough. made me wait for a slow departure.

when i woke once more, i was at home.
long stitches, yet another unsuccessful attempt.
this time i was surrounded by men from the family. men who only wanted to use my fame to get what they want.
yet there is a young man in the midst. his father asks, "can u help out my boy? he has talents. boy, show ur uncle."
i was reluctant to help, but my hands were already gesturing corrections.

then i woke.
i am now a freelance violist who just woke from a dream about a depressed suicidal actor.
all i could think about is how hungry i am because it's way passed my lunch time.

- the end -

bad habits should be bannnnnnnnned

gotta sleep earlier... sleeping too long is making me ache!
on the other hand, i'm recovering from 2 weeks of London.
and during my spare time between students - the school scheduled a 1.5 hrs gap for some retard reason, i'm learning violin concertos at that time. XD
i think i've got Barber first movement under my fingers.
now off to Bruch, revisited.

finished rewatching 殭屍 1, now i'm on 殭屍 2.
and Being Human is back for series 2! so i'm following that whenever a new one comes out. pity to say, series 1 is so much better.
and i'm looking forward to Feb 5! Lost will start its final season!

late happenings

2 weeks ago, i started sleeping really late.
this week my body has started to feel the aftermath, namely stomach, head, neck, and shoulders.
pain everywhere!
good thing i'm going in London today.
it's like flying overseas, whenever i go to London it fixed my sleeping disorder.
because there's nothing much to do there? XD

i've sent Ms. K her trio just 2 days ago.
what a relief!
took me a while to get all that prepared.
i'll have to write up an invoice when i get home later this weekend.
she's going to give me another piano piece to computerize.
although it's not a lot of money, but it's better than sitting at home wasting life away.

o yeah, i'm rewatching 我和殭屍有個約會, at the end of series 1.
it's hard to find interesting plot and acting nowadays with chinese series.

bad karma

last week has been a series of unfortunate events.
it started with losing a short, small brush that fell into the sink when i was applying make up.
then the useless music school that has no working cassette tape recording nor playing machine.
came that fucking recording with an awful song.

and while i was in London, the hotel room was fucking freezing with no heat. didn't sleep much because of the snoring room mate. when i wanted to take a hot shower to beat off the coldness, there was no hot water. when i wanted to use the blow dryer to thaw myself, there's neither heat nor wind coming out.
tap water tastes funny so i didn't get to brew hot tea, so spent money buying a very expensively bad tasting orange blossom tea from starbucks.

the total sleeplessness has the toll of me not doing correct things on Finale so i'm not impressed with my overall performance during Ms. K's dealings.
but at least that's all corrected now, however creating another sleepless night.
then i'll need to do that fucking recording again in a few hours.
it feels like the series is a never ending cycle of bad luck.

late nighter

got quite a lot done tonight.
i must've found, like, 5-7 discrepancies in Ms. K's new movement.
but nonetheless, i managed to put it all into Finale in about 3 hours on and off.
and then organizing the gig stuff for next week.
i would've love to do this gig... if i were in town =(
o well, i did shed some $ off non-Margaritas to reward myself~

i'll need to head downtown again when i wake up, to pick up the newest version of the movement.
and then watch Avatar in imax!!!
shit, scotiabank theatre is at $17.50, while colossus woodbrige is only $14.50!!!!
what a ripoff!!!

now i'm gonna go to bed... it's 7:45am...
wow, nice sunrise!

thinking ahead

i think i'll keep my resolutions simple this year.
figure if there's too many to aim for, then none will get accomplished in the end.
so this year, my target is:
sustaining a healthy 120lbs, at 27-28 inches waist, relatively strong muscles and definitely re-pick up some P90X yoga routines.
i didn't buy my treadmill for being a piece of furniture! XD
maybe i'll warm up with 30 mins of treadmill, then 1 hr of yoga for one day; replace yoga with Wii for the next day. hahahaha~

Ms. K's piece just underwent revisions. well, 2/3 of her piece.
i'll get the remaining 1/3 next week, hopefully by tuesday. then i can start inputting while i'm in London.
i've got this figured out - when there's an afternoon concert, i'll stay at the hotel.
when there's a night concert, which most likely preceded by a rehearsal in the morning on the same day, then i'll stay at the hostel.
that should save me some money on food.