Posted Wednesday, 13 June 2012 // by Virenne
I'm pretty sure I had. Anyways, I have my excuse for not updating this blog so frequently - I'm studying for exams and by all means, if I don't update this blog, then that means I'm really studying...for real. I think this will be the first time I update my blog during the day, I don't know what happened to me, okay! Let's just say I want to get some of my dreams out of my head so I can start focusing on studying again.Now referring back to the title of this post, I'm pretty sure I've told you some of my weird and absurd dreams that I could remember. I want to tell you guys about this dream I had around 2 or 3 nights ago. I've been sleeping at 5 am and I think that kind of ruined my circadian clock and my dreams as well, they got even more and more absurd. The one dream that I want to tell you is about me getting married. Not absurd enough? Fair enough.
Let me tell you one thing about me - I'm terrified by marriages.
No, I'm not afraid of commitment or long-term relationship, I'm just afraid of marriages, at least right now. I'm still 20, I'm still young (that's what I'd like to think lol), and I honestly don't understand why some of my friends already got married at this age, like around 20 or 21 years old. There's nothing wrong with it, of course, it's just not for me, I suppose. I'm pretty sure I'll get married someday, but I'd love to wait about 6 or 8 years until then. I'm not a big fan of attending weddings anyway. So this dream REALLY freaked me out.
The thing was, I got married in BRISBANE (because I remember the surroundings were more like Brisbane than Jakarta) to this guy that I could not even remember his name or his face, all I know is that he was pretty tall and he had dark hair. I wasn't even sure if he was Indonesian. All of my friends were there at the wedding, there was also a wedding after party at my friend's house, which turned out to be HUGE. The thing was, even though all of my friends were there, my parents were nowhere to be seen. More like scary than freaky. And then there was one of my lecturers back in University of Indonesia who showed up and she turned out to be my husband's ex-girlfriend and she sort of confronted me, saying that she detested our wedding. Awkward.
It may sound like a pretty normal dream, but trust me, it was more absurd and awkward to me than you can imagine. I know it was just a dream, but still, I have this slight fear that it was going to happen for real. Who knows?
My other dream last night was so...absurd I couldn't even comprehend what was going on. I was hanging out at this photography studio throughout the dream, with this one girl (supposedly I remember her, but now I completely forgot about her...I think she is one of my friends...), one guy who was the owner of the studio and the photographer (he had this huge tattoo on one of his arms), which I had no idea who he was, and another guy who worked at the studio, I also didn't recognise him. What happened next in the studio was rated 18+ so I'll just keep it to myself, but then this girl and I went to pick up something in that studio and we end up finding a HUGE dungeon underneath with this orange-reddish-coloured dragon.
Say whattttttt.....???
What a weird and crappy ending. Pshh. Anyways, I just wanted to spill this out of my head so I can concentrate on studying. Wish me luck with my exams, guys! :)
Labels: absurd, dreams, exam, marriage, photography, studio, wedding, weird
Posted Monday, 19 March 2012 // by Virenne
It's been a while! I've been wanting to post something yet I haven't had something exciting or significant to write about. Like usual, my fingers start to type a lot just right after midnight. I'm starting to think I might be possessed every midnight with an actual ghost-writer (no pun intended). I'm really supposed to be writing my assignment right now but this is more important at the moment!!!
Anyways, what have I been doing for the last couple of weeks? Since university term has started, yes, I'm quite busy with upcoming assignments and lectures. Especially since there are some courses that tend to give me quite a homework almost every week (you know who you are). I haven't even baked a lot lately since I have no time :(
So hear me out: a part of me wants to talk about the movie Salo (or 120 Days of Sodom) but I'm afraid I might get depressed after thinking about that movie again. Another part of me wants to write about other things but I can't decide what things to write. So I'll just talk about Salo for a bit. Pray I'll be able to sleep well tonight.
As you may know, I'm a Saw aficionado, I literally live by his words. Well not by killing and torturing people, but more by respecting every second in my life. Despite everybody else's remarks for this particular obsession of mine (yes, I did watch Saw 1-7 marathon with my housemates, we could've done it in one day but because we had to get some food, it was just not possible, so we did it in 2 days), I love this movie. I don't care about the blood and violence, the movie has its own philosophy, and I love it. One day, one of my friends came along to my house and started talking about this movie Salo, which I've never heard of. He said it was one of the scariest movies ever made. It is a story about Fascist leaders in Salo (it's a town in Italy), who had nothing else to do and decided to take 9 attractive boys and 9 beautiful girls and then torture them physically, mentally, sexually, and psychologically. My sensation-seeking instincts excitedly told me to watch it, of course. Challenge accepted.
Last Wednesday, I went to my friend's house to watch Salo on blu-ray. After watching Salo, I was speechless. I couldn't figure out the philosophy of that movie. Brilliant. Different from Saw, which made me empathise Jigsaw / John Kramer because I understand his motives, I just couldn't grip this one. Salo was just an extremely depressing movie, making you lose faith in humanity. Then I realised, there ARE some people who do things like that - torturing people for FUN, as in, because they have nothing else to do. Judging the movie from a cinematographic point of view (not that I'm an expert or anything), it was okay. Not so graphic until the last scenes of the movie. Rather brilliant really, to think that Salo was made in 1975, where movie editing wasn't exactly near Transformers movies or anything. It was just very simple, with alright acting.
The only thing that bugged me terribly was the IDEA of the story. Seriously, how could ANYONE make a movie so depressing? Without depressing music background, or depressed people crying under the rain (such Hollywood cliche). The songs are beautiful actually, the type of songs you might hear in a cafe. The settings aren't dark and gloomy, either, it was bright and colourful. You just can't see the depression, you FEEL it. Which, in my opinion, was way worse. I was so depressed after watching that movie, it took me 5 days to actually get a grip and try to write it down. Like my friend said, if he watches this movie one more time, he'll hate everyone in the world. I felt that same feeling. I've never felt so depressed by watching a movie.
To anyone who is a sensation seeker like me, or just enjoy watching sick movies like me, you might want to watch this ONCE. More than once and I can just tell how sick you are. This is a movie that I'm glad I've watched (instead of just being curious about it, right?), but I swear I'll never watch again ever in my life. I don't want to recommend this to anyone, though. You know the consequences.
Now I just want to go to sleep, because my parents are coming tomorrow! :D Surprising? I know, I was surprised too. It was a very sudden trip, indeed. They'll be staying for a week though so I don't really mind. Alrighty, have a good night (or...morning if I have to say), people!
Labels: 120 days of sodom, absurd, analysis, movie, pasolini, review, salo, sick
Posted Thursday, 1 March 2012 // by Virenne
So again, a little random fact about me : I LOVE EVERYTHING EPIC. Yes I do. Even my utmost favourite band in history is EPICA (they're incredibly awesome, but rather underrated. Please check them out! The vocalist, Simone Simons, is probably the most beautiful woman in the whole world. And they write the most epic songs with the most epic lyrics about life and justice. So much better than those mainstream pop crap). So you can see, ever since I was very young, I've always been a huge fan of the fantasy genre and this applies to books, movies, games, etc. In my previous post I mentioned that I've always been a rocker, but now that I'm growing up, another music genre that I grew to love is epic music. If you've ever noticed the background songs in trailers for movies (the epic ones, my favourite ones are from Pirates of the Caribbean, Lord of the Rings, and Inception) or even games (like Skyrim and Lineage II), now that's the kind of music I've been in love lately. These songs mostly are performed by the whole orchestra with full choir, sometimes singing in languages I don't even know - but that's the most fun part of it.
Anyways, since I love everything EPIC, my dreams tend to be epic as well. I once dreamed that the purgatory is actually a "test" to see if you're good enough to escape hell. If you can manage to escape then you'll be sent to heaven, but if you can't, then you're stuck in hell. I had to fight incredibly huge monsters (the only one I could remember was a mix between a bear and a large dog, it was standing on its two feet but with a face shaped like a dog, and as big as a bear), had to outsmart the devil's minions who cleverly made a sort of genocide (making everyone trapped in hell, but me), and lots of other things unimaginable. The last thing I remember before I woke up was facing the devil himself. He said that I have accomplished all the tests, and I shall be free from the grips of hell forever. When I woke up I actually felt really good!
Now, that dream was so old, let's talk about a dream that's more recent. It just occurred last night. So this dream was a mix between Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings, and Alice in Wonderland. Epic, I know. Like in the beginning of Lord of the Rings, I had to meet several other people and together we formed a sort of fellowship in a mission to seek noble things that could help with justice and world peace. I know this sounds weird already, but trust me, it's going to get even better. I still can't remember who these people were, and I'm certain that I've never seen them before, not in real life, not in movies as well. Anyways, there were like 5 of us including me - there was another girl and 3 guys. Together, we had to travel using this long necklace made of chains (hint: Hermione's time-turner, anyone?) that could teleport us to this other dimension to find the lost item.
The thing about this other dimension is that the form changes every time we go there. However, no matter how different the set up of the land, we always have to go to the Lake of Goodwill (yes, it even has a name). This lake keeps all the necessary things needed to keep the world balanced, so every time the world starts to favour a side from another, that's when we have to go to the lake. The things inside the lake can be in any form, from a blood red rock to a shining crown. There's a catch - I was the only one who could get into the lake to actually get the thing needed. (Insert Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone reference here) Remember the Mirror of Erised? Now imagine a same thing, but instead of a mirror, it's actually a lake (hence, the name: Lake of Goodwill).
It just so happens to be that I was the only who could go into the lake because other people who tried to go in (maybe they don't have enough goodwill), they will get suffocated and poisoned by the water, but when I jump into the lake, it turns crystal clear and gleaming with light. The lake itself was pretty huge, but rather than that it was DEEP. I mean, really deep. (Insert another Harry Potter reference here) In the Triwizard Tournament when Harry had to jump into the lake and save Ron, the lake was deep and filled with a lot of creatures. They didn't attack me though, they only watched me carefully as I swum and searched for the item.
I swear, if I told this story to Sigmund Freud, he would say that to reach my goal in life (that can make people happy), I would need to move instead of staying in my hometown, and I will need my trusted fellows to get to it. I would also need to keep a good heart and good intentions. There will be some other people that would supervise me and watch me closely, but I don't harm them, they wouldn't attack me. Something like that. Without the interpretation, I still liked the dream anyways. Anyways, I better go to sleep now, it's just past midnight. I will see you guys and I will report the full experience of my first week in my second semester in UQ!
Cheers!
Labels: absurd, alice in wonderland, analysis, books, dream, dreams, epic, epica, freud, games, harry potter, lord of the rings, psychology, songs, thriller