To Save a Life (2010)

I watched the trailer for an upcoming movie, To Save a Life, when instead, I should be studying for my Mythology final that's in 4.5 hours.

Yeah yeah, another movie that exaggerates the cliques of high school. But evidently, this movie plans to add a bit o' twist to the usual recipe of such a film. That little added bit is suicide, and reaching out to others.

Now, the "reaching-out-to-others" bit isn't so new either, but mixing it with teen suicide creates a new concoction. And the theme of this movie has me stunned, quite frankly.

Watching this trailer brings back memories of my sophomore year in high school. Maybe there weren't characters and situations in my school that even remotely mirror those in the upcoming film, but the theme of suicide definitely stirs something within me.

I do believe I'll add this movie to my to-go-see list.

dreams.

Earlier this past semester, I had two rather peculiar dreams.

In the first dream, I killed someone.

Now, this was no accident. I had a plan, I had the intent, and I carried through. Long-story(dream?)-short, I woke up remembering the distinct sensation of fighting and grappling with another man, wrestling him to the floor, and attempting to slice his neck open with a razor as he laughed in my face, calling me too weak to take a life.

He was wrong, of course. I finally felt his skin give and the blade punctured his vital arteries as easily as sticking a sewing needle through cotton.


Interestingly enough, a few nights later, I dreamed I was the one being murdered. I was in a room, attempting to defend someone from a gunman. He grabbed me and dragged me out the door into the hallway and threw me down. As I looked up at him, he pointed his pistol at me, and next thing I knew, there was a dreadfully loud "BANG" and I felt a rather blunt force hit me right in the face and then everything went white. I couldn't move, couldn't speak, but I could still hear him, laughing at me. Then I hear a couple more "bangs" and a few more blows to the face, as if someone wrapped a hammer with a towel and was dropping the head on me.

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For some time afterward, I wondered if those dreams were connected in some way.

In one dream, I took a life.

In the other, my life was taken.


Hmm, spooky.

the night.

It's almost 3AM. I walk outside and I'm greeted by a cool fog that gently blankets the ground. The street light blaze dizzily through the thick mass, attempting to illuminate the sidewalks, but the gentle, grey, beast yawns and simply hugs the light, too.

I bike down the street, roll down a hill and cut through the mass that surrounds me, but the fog does not resist. It yawns again and parts to let me pass.

I pedal across the bridge and look to my right and see the gentle giant has also made a bed out of the stadium. The night is silent, and I am alone with the beast. He sleeps, and I hurry along to get back to my own bed.

I say, there is nothing more peaceful than being alone and biking across that bridge at 3AM where all that accompanies you is the great expanse of that stadium and the silence of the night.



What, or where, do you find peace with?

Lyrics for the Night

"'Cause all of the stars have faded away,
just try not to worry, you'll see them someday.
Take what you need, and be on your way, and
stop crying your heart out."

"Stop Crying your Heart Out" by Oasis

Romeo & Juliet: The Alternate Ending

You know, if Romeo had been a necrophiliac, everything would've been just dandy. He'd come back and find Juliet, and cry "Damn, she's dead. But hey you know, I'm cool with that!" So then he'd steal her body and run away, and just before he'd start defiling her supposedly lifeless body, whoa! Juliet wakes up, looks at Romeo in relief because obviously her hubby came back for her, but that's soon replaced with complete shock and a tad bit of disgust. She'd most likely ask him, "Romeo, what the fuck! Were you just about to do what I think you were about to do?!" And Romeo would quickly cover up his story and his exposed parts by explaining "Oh, well, I received news you were dead, came back to see for myself, and yup, you were dead all right, then I kinda took your body anyways but hey! Look at that, you're alive! I guess everything works out then, right?" Juliet would then forgive Romeo for almost date-raping her, Romeo would seek professional help for his necrophilia problem, and they'd live happily ever after.

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Some individual more clever than I originally thought of the idea of Romeo being a necrophiliac solving the problem in Shakespeare's famous tragedy. I thought it was brilliant and decided to embellish it a bit.

The Problem is Choice

Which would you choose:

Doing what you love, your life's passion, as your occupation and career with the consequence of there being a very high probability of ongoing, strained, financial situations...

Or...

Doing what you know would be your prime profession with a stable, mostly-generous income which would in turn provide for a enjoyable life with possible spouse and family, but with the cost of regretting your decision to relinquish your passion for security?




"The problem is choice," says the Architect from The Matrix trilogy.

Salutations

Welcome.

This web-log is for me to record and share my thoughts on people, life, and the world. And maybe I’ll throw in some crazy random shit from time to time. Or whatever peaks my interest at the moment. I’ll do my best to refrain from making this too personal. It’s a blog, not a journal or diary for crying out loud.

So, what I would like to do is to commence this blog’s maiden voyage with some ramblings and musings on this concept I’ve had: what is and is not normal and weird, in terms of describing people.

People talk about other people, describe them, idolize them, creep on them, stalk them, etc. Human interactions are a stable to our existence as a species. Eventually, we can describe people as weird or normal. Maybe we won’t make this decision so blatantly for everyone, but at least subconsciously, we decide whether this person is weird or normal.

Oh, so you don’t use the words “weird” or “normal,” do ya?

Hey boys and girls, it’s Synonym Time!

>Weird: (adjective): creepy, awkward, nerdy, different, strange, gross, gay(slang). (noun): loser, geek, creep, nerd, dork, fag(slang).

>Normal: (adjective): cool, awesome, ok, chill, likeable, great, amazing.

If you’ve ever used any of these words to describe another person, or words similar to them, then congratulations! You win!I’m certain I haven’t covered everything that falls under these two words, since the English language (especially here in America) is constantly evolving and slang and colloquialisms are birthed every other day, but you get the gist of it.

So here’s my thought:

To be weird is to be different, which in turn is to be not normal. Ok?

By similar and basic logic, then to be normal is not to be weird. Right?

HOWEVER.

To be normal means to conform. Conform to what? Well, to what the majority is, at the present moment.

But who wants to conform?

For instance (and I’m drawing from personal observation here) say it’s winter time and you’re walking across campus. How many girls do you see wearing track shorts over leggings, or just leggings by themselves, either one paired with Ugg® boots? How many bodies do you pass with The Northface® jackets?

Probably every other person, if not every single person, you pass presents this habits to the public.

These people decide to conform to what’s popular at the moment.

Gosh, isn’t this WEIRD?

So!

To conform to normality is to be weird. BUT to be weird is to be not normal.

Let’s flip this: being weird is not being normal, and being normal is being weird.

(Good gracious, may god have mercy on my soul over-killing the passive voice)

Woo, paradox. My mind’s been warped. You?

So who’s right? Who is really “normal” and who is actually “weird?”

In conclusion, everyone is a bit of both. You can’t just alienate a person from your group of friends just because he or she is a little different. You can’t just glare at a group of similarly-clothed people because they’re all the same and lack variety.

Well ok, maybe you can do the latter. But I’m being biased.

Regardless, people are human beings, and each human being is an embodiment of individuality. No one is going to be normal or weird, because everyone has his own standards and definitions of what is right and what is wrong.



Man, this has been some freaky nonsense. I’m so weird.