I was extremely anxious and the three of us were standing at the docks in the middle of the night. To the left of us was a restaurant and we could see people eating inside, but otherwise all that was visible was the silhouette of buildings and the horizon ahead. We were going home soon, but I still had tests to take.

We were at backyard barbeque in the evening and water was being scooped into a hot tub. Someone expressed how they wouldn’t want to enter the tub anymore because the original “base” was now diluted.

We were having a Mandarin class while sitting on the carpet of a small yet well lit room.

I was standing outdoors when someone came up to me and said, “Hey, I saw your post and I totally agree. How could they reconcile…[?]”

My brother had returned home and now he was cleaning out some drawers along with my dad. He was surprised when he found a stash of cash and asked why it was there. My dad explained that it was mine and that I never spend any money.

We had just finished a meal in a Japanese restaurant and were about to pay our bill with cash. We weren’t sure how to tip without a sufficient amount of change. In the end we somehow tipped $1 which I suspected wasn’t going to sit very well. I was washing my hands at the sink and noticed there were remnants of a bamboo patterned sticker on my palm and fingers. The glue was especially resistant to water. It was right about now when someone puked and we were ushered out.

Someone had closed down their blog and its remnants led to a bunch of blank pages with a single link. After going through a few iterations, one of pages reported how the person was trying to create a page that wasn’t IE exclusive. I finally got to the new and revamped page and it was a 3D environment that visitors could interact with. The main form of interaction was posting pictures on the walls. What caught my attention was things that were posted on the glass were also visible on the other side.

I was already halfway through Monday and I haven’t completed my homework for physics class yet. Everyone was talking about something that would happen at 9PM Tuesday. Others were talking about their class schedule for the spring semester. My classes were to have one hour gaps between each of them. There was a Pokemon ad painted on the floor of the courtyard.

My Japanese teacher had assigned me to be a commander for some kind of war. The battle was won rather quickly and a friend was at a loss for she had just put up posters denoting the current conflict as the “400 year war”. We were still on the train.

I was at a winter school event and we were playing a game where we had to avoid the gaze of Santa who was walking around on the level below us. After an accumulation of points, a section of the room closed off. Everyone was confused for we had won the game but had no idea what was to happen now.