Suicide Club
I haven't had the time to write up this entry until now. Contrary to popular belief, I do have a life. =P
Yesterday was pretty busy, what with school taking up half of the day. In retrospect, it wasn't a bad school day. Friday's not my easiest day (schedule-wise) but it's not my toughest either. Once that was done it was on to Friday-night Planning. This is usually done hurriedly on the bus and always falls through. I don't put much stock in it since all of us are always in a rush and no one cares to put in the time to actually make this work. So when I got home, I thought I would just be in for a couple hours of downtime.
I ended up watching a movie I prodded my Uncle into renting for me. I had to get my Uncle to rent it for my because my Mum got all protective when she read the title. It's a Japanese film called "Suicide Club". It was one of those films where everything means something else. I was kinda disappointed in myself because I knew that there was some symbolism I just wasn't getting. The film was completely in Japanese but it had English subtitles. I didn't mind so much, I think I would prefer that to cheesy Americanized dubs. The plot was a little hard to follow because the target changed so much, so it sort of resembled something more like short stories that all linked together. It's basic premise is about following others, measuring our worth by someone else. But on the bottom it held deeper questions and observations about life. Like: we all have undeniable and unbreakable links to the people around us, but how do we link to ourselves? Are we connected to ourselves? Or are we simply here because of everyone else? Is it really others we fight against, or is our own worst enemy simply ourselves? Those bonds that we have with our friends, boy/girlfriends, and family are unbroken by distance, time, or even death. So if we have no connection to ourselves except what we have with others... then why are we still alive? Bottom line came out to be: live the life you want. Simple as that. I really like the movie, but I have the feeling that I need to watch it a second time to get most of the stuff.
Then my night did a total 180 because it seems my friends are better at last-minute planning than I thought. It took some persuasive speech-making on my part to get my Mum to let me go (since my friend's mother wasn't going to be there) but it finally happened. We all met up at my friends house around 7ish. I had thought it was just going to be me and three other friends, but the final number came out to be around ten. Excluding the guys my friend's brother had over. So yes, a group of ten kids was rampaging through the streets off downtown Metuchen on a Friday night. Fun was had by all. Excessive amounts of laughter and generally acting high (apparently a skill my friends and I share, being able to act completely off the wall without even coming close to one illegal substance xP ). One near death experience which included me staring down the headlights of a car while having a piggyback ride on another friend's back. One picture of me in my tank top (again, genius that I am-- wearing a tanktop and jeans with a jacket in 20- degree weather) sitting on a pile of snow to prove how hardxcore(stupid/stubborn) I am. Multiple other photos of random acts of silly/craziness. I would go into more detail but I fear for your own peace of mind and sanity. I got home around 10:40/10:50 and spent the rest of the night on the phone with a friend (even though he had been there the whole night). Finally got off the phone around 12:15. =P My friend and I are good like that, we never run out of things to talk about. Ever. xP
Today was equally as busy. Spent FIVE HOURS in the mall. >_>;; But it was shopping with my abuela for her birthday so I stomached it. Then home to crash for a little bit and work on my US History project due on Monday. Then we went out to a really nice Thai restaurant for her birthday dinner. Now we're home. Still "working" on the project (aka: procrastinating horribly). My abuela is watching "Driving Miss Daisy" and I think I just might join her. =]
Yesterday was pretty busy, what with school taking up half of the day. In retrospect, it wasn't a bad school day. Friday's not my easiest day (schedule-wise) but it's not my toughest either. Once that was done it was on to Friday-night Planning. This is usually done hurriedly on the bus and always falls through. I don't put much stock in it since all of us are always in a rush and no one cares to put in the time to actually make this work. So when I got home, I thought I would just be in for a couple hours of downtime.
I ended up watching a movie I prodded my Uncle into renting for me. I had to get my Uncle to rent it for my because my Mum got all protective when she read the title. It's a Japanese film called "Suicide Club". It was one of those films where everything means something else. I was kinda disappointed in myself because I knew that there was some symbolism I just wasn't getting. The film was completely in Japanese but it had English subtitles. I didn't mind so much, I think I would prefer that to cheesy Americanized dubs. The plot was a little hard to follow because the target changed so much, so it sort of resembled something more like short stories that all linked together. It's basic premise is about following others, measuring our worth by someone else. But on the bottom it held deeper questions and observations about life. Like: we all have undeniable and unbreakable links to the people around us, but how do we link to ourselves? Are we connected to ourselves? Or are we simply here because of everyone else? Is it really others we fight against, or is our own worst enemy simply ourselves? Those bonds that we have with our friends, boy/girlfriends, and family are unbroken by distance, time, or even death. So if we have no connection to ourselves except what we have with others... then why are we still alive? Bottom line came out to be: live the life you want. Simple as that. I really like the movie, but I have the feeling that I need to watch it a second time to get most of the stuff.
Then my night did a total 180 because it seems my friends are better at last-minute planning than I thought. It took some persuasive speech-making on my part to get my Mum to let me go (since my friend's mother wasn't going to be there) but it finally happened. We all met up at my friends house around 7ish. I had thought it was just going to be me and three other friends, but the final number came out to be around ten. Excluding the guys my friend's brother had over. So yes, a group of ten kids was rampaging through the streets off downtown Metuchen on a Friday night. Fun was had by all. Excessive amounts of laughter and generally acting high (apparently a skill my friends and I share, being able to act completely off the wall without even coming close to one illegal substance xP ). One near death experience which included me staring down the headlights of a car while having a piggyback ride on another friend's back. One picture of me in my tank top (again, genius that I am-- wearing a tanktop and jeans with a jacket in 20- degree weather) sitting on a pile of snow to prove how hardxcore(stupid/stubborn) I am. Multiple other photos of random acts of silly/craziness. I would go into more detail but I fear for your own peace of mind and sanity. I got home around 10:40/10:50 and spent the rest of the night on the phone with a friend (even though he had been there the whole night). Finally got off the phone around 12:15. =P My friend and I are good like that, we never run out of things to talk about. Ever. xP
Today was equally as busy. Spent FIVE HOURS in the mall. >_>;; But it was shopping with my abuela for her birthday so I stomached it. Then home to crash for a little bit and work on my US History project due on Monday. Then we went out to a really nice Thai restaurant for her birthday dinner. Now we're home. Still "working" on the project (aka: procrastinating horribly). My abuela is watching "Driving Miss Daisy" and I think I just might join her. =]