This dream reminds me of the Millenium Actress sequence where the girl goes from one film to another only by a simple transition. It was so all over the place so I'll try my best to remember.
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I was being followed by a man. A man that, in my head, was like my imagination version of the Butler in Artemis Fowl books. Technically, he doesn't mean me any harm though I wasn't sure if he did or not. His look was intimidating that I didn't dare to stop and ask him why he was following me.
From what I can remember, he was already following me when I was in a place that looked like a school building. For some reason, I had papers or homework to do that my teacher was expecting me to submit so I was trying to avoid the man but at the same time trying to finish the questions. I had friends there that were questioning me why I was panicking and trying to look for places to hide. I couldn't explain to them because I felt like there wasn't enough time before the man caught up with me.
Somehow, as I was going through different doors and rooms, I stumbled across a room that looked like a boiler room or the mechanical room. The place was quite dark and I had a harder time to see my way through to find a new hiding place. I couldn't see the man, but I knew that he was still following me. There was an old man wearing the stained mechanics overall and he was trying to fix some leaking pipe.
Then, through another door, I was at an house district where the window was old structural looking with flower pots on the small balconies. Somewhere in my brain I felt that this guy was my bodyguard but somewhere in my heart, I was afraid of him. He was walking slow for a man that's chasing me around but that's because he was looking for me and carefully eying places that I would be.
I was far ahead of him and I saw a couple of women through the window as I walked down the housing district. They were a couple of old women. One was the house keeper and one was the richer person. And somehow I knew them and it felt like I was the princess that's been missing (similar to Anastasia story where the grandmother was looking for her). So I went through their window and hopefully be able to hide from the man.
The women didn't know about this man I was hiding from but I was still busy ducking down when there were windows because the whole house felt like a long apartment on its second floor. I heard the man's voice and he mentioned my name (though I can't remember what it was). I was sure that he was missing so I felt calmer and began to get ready to learn all about Russia from the old rich woman. (me being the lost princess Anastasia).
I was studying on how to pronounce some "Russian" words (not sure if it really was Russian) and there was a couple of books that teaches how to speak in several languages. Then the old woman brought me to another room that went down a flight of stairs and I had a vision that the man that was following me would be my teacher for self defense. I tried to tell the woman that he's the one that's been chasing me all this time but it was too late. The man was there and he was wearing a karate outfit and he started to chase me.
I ran through all these weird pathways that's really high up. I had to balance through ropes and other surfaces in order to run away from him but I couldn't get pass the rope way and that's when the man caught up with me. He was dressed differently and looked differently like he was on disguise to be the mentor of self defense for me. He talked about how to walk pass the rope.
Then he suddenly pretended to be bleeding using this small bottle that he used to squeeze red water out. I knew about that bottle so I tried to get it from him but he hid it in his shirt so I tried to get it still and he started laughing and I started laughing. He had a hairy chest... So then I started feeling that he's not a bad person after all and that I started to like him. He's like a dad that was just trying to protect me or something.
Out of nowhere, we were outside the house where there was trees alongside the pathways that we were following with a bicycle. I saw a couple of people and it seems like there was a distraught version of me that was just here but she came from one side of a tree, and my "new friends" were going to the other side of the tree so I followed them instead.
As we were riding bicycles together, I got news that the old woman that I used to stay with got really lonely and decided to drown herself. I was shocked that she killed herself and I got really sad. That's when I remembered that the "me" that I met earlier was distraught probably because of this news and apparently we circled the path and we were back to the tree where I saw myself earlier.
Suddenly, I couldn't find my bodyguard man yet I still felt really sad both from the old woman's death news and the fact that he was missing after I began to like him. I started looking for him now and it seemed like I went back to the different places I went through when I was escaping from him. What's weird is that I saw people on my way to search for him. When they asked me where I was going (since I was going moving backwards to where I started), I told them that I was looking for my bodyguard and if they've seen him. For some reason they acted weird and suspicious saying that he's possibly not behind that door I was going through, and the door itself was pretty heavy.
Noticing the suspicion, it motivated me to go through the door even more and I started to search for him more frantically. More people suddenly appeared and I went back to where the school-like area was and the people that I met along the way were there. I asked them where my bodyguard was and I got even more scared and sad. There were new people I never seen before and they were wearing suit / uniform.
One of the girls I was "close" with broke out the news that the bodyguard wasn't real. He was some sort of character that everyone was playing to make me believe that he exist. There was a company that was doing some sort of test on me and they were playing with my emotion. Some sort of psychology test.
I was really sad and I think I got mad and began to destroy things but I didn't remember.
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And that was the end of my dream. I woke up feeling really sad. I began to like that bodyguard but he wasn't real.. That thought really made me sad..
Mar 18, 2012
Mar 7, 2012
Poop Vs Cigarette
One day, I thought of coming up with a silly list of things. I can't remember how I thought about this, but one thing for sure, it's fun.
Similarity:
1. They’re both brown…you can say.
2. They’re both long (though not always).
3. They both give a long exhale/satisfaction/ ‘huuuuuufff….’ sound as you excrete it from your body.
4. They both need to be thrown away.
5. They are both, at times, flushed down the toilet.
6. You can do it anywhere (though not always appropriate) but there are designated areas where you are allowed to do so.
7. You can use it as a torture device...in a completely different way.
8. They both smell.
9. They both have the word “butt” in their dictionary circle.
10. They both may be used to insult people. [fag & sh*t]
11. They’re both experienced by all of the human sex.
12. You sometimes need to spend money to do the deed (buy cigarette, pay public toilets) and sometimes you can do it for free.
13. Too much of it may leads to sickness. [Diarrhea, lung cancer]
Differences:
1. You don’t need to stop pooping. You will never hear a person saying "I'm gonna quit pooping".
2. You can ask for a free cigarette from your friends but I don't think you would do that with the other one.
3. There is no addiction in pooping. You just know that you have to.
4. You can’t poop every several hours. If you do, go to the hospital.
5. You don’t get an official term named ‘poop break’.
6. You don't (really) ask another person to join you to poop. You are less likely to have conversations between bathroom stalls with other people.
7. You don’t have to be butt naked when you smoke…unless you smoke as you poop.
8. You don’t need to wipe after smoking.
9. There is no official ‘no pooping’ sign with a red diagonal line across a brown drawing of poop.
10. Animal can poop too but not necessarily smoke.
11. When pooping, you use chest muscles, diaphragm, abdominal wall muscles, and pelvic diaphragm. When smoking…well, you don’t need your pelvic diaphragm.
12. When you stop smoking, it's called quitting. When you stop pooping, it's called constipation.
Mar 6, 2012
You Gotta Believe!
I was a manananggal on Sunday when I was asked to be a part of FMJco's next video of Not Geo. I didn't know what I was getting myself into. I simply got a text from J asking if I can be their manananggal on Sunday and I said yes. Of course! Who wouldn't?! Since I'm leaving soon, I'll pretty much dive into anything fun and memorable and what better ways of memorizing this incredible journey than when it'll be made a movie? Short film. Clip. Mockumentary. Whatever..
So I met up with J at Jolibee and we went to F's house while waiting for M to arrive. When we were at F's house he was ready with his outfit and all which is always a sight to see. Then M arrived and we smuggled the shotgun in. So suspicious! Once everyone was ready, we all enjoyed our jolly somewhat raining trip towards J's farm.
It's unfortunate that it started to rain so in the end we had to wait in the car and they guys started talking about some old cat show where they have rockets but they live in a garbage dump area. I didn't join in because I guess I wasn't born to experience that moment, haha..
When the rain stopped we set off to do the "interview" section of the movie where I was supposedly going to be slapped. I was quite excited because it's my first time to do a slap scene. So we rehearsed a bit and tried to do a couple of fake slap that'll look real but so far our attempts sucked. In the end I convinced F to slap me for real to make it look real. And he did. And it looked good.
Basically the scene is that F is Nigel Bushwanker who is looking for the manananggal so he can kill it but the guide --played by me-- doesn't believe in the creature. That's when he'll slap me, pans camera to him, and he'll shout "you gotta believe!" with his fake Australian accent. Cuts back to me, in shock, saying that I believe in the supernatural being.
Of course F isn't the type of person that hits a woman so first he just pushed my face to the side and we all agreed that it didn't look powerful enough. So, the second time, he slapped me a bit harder but he felt bad and started laughing when he said his line. Awww... he started to apologize and I had to convince him that it was okay. I could've sworn he started tearing up...hmm...
We did more shooting here and there while there's a group that's doing their pre-wedding pictures. They were all dressed up and happy looking. Congratulations, I guess.. Then we all went to another area to go to a hill with a tree where we had to hike up this .. farm area where J grows his aloe vera.. I told them that Indonesians call them "crocodile tongue".. they laughed at me.. :p
It was funny coz J pointed to the right where the tree was at. "That's where we'll be going." Then he lead us to a path going to the left so we were all like, "what? we don't go left to go right." But apparently the path curved to the right so.. yeah..
The climb was pretty dangerous because it there wasn't any proper road and we're just stepping on rocks that are buried within the wet soil. F and M had a hard time going up saying that it's all slippery and stuff. I didn't really have a hard time but they were saying it's because I was much much lighter than both of them. I think they were just giving excuses for being lame.
When we arrived at the tree, it was time where I need to be the manananggal so I acted like my upper torso just landed on my hips and once that was done, I had to be wrapped with blue cloth, like really, tuck in my shirt and then tuck in the blue cloth so in the end I'm surrounded by a blue cloth with the help of M. I couldn't see and I wasn't allowed to move around much otherwise it'll be too hard to key out.
Then comes the dying scene which is simply me getting shot by Nigel Bushwanker and jump off screen. Good thing M was there because he sat down near me and catches me as I fall down. First attempt was lame and slow. It looked fake. Then again it was just for practice. The next couple of time was faster and sometimes I was shocked that when I jumped back someone was there to catch me. Weird, but I was always surprised when suddenly M grabbed me because for some reason, I imagined myself to simply land carefully after I jumped unknowingly backwards.
Once we were done with everything, we carefully slipped back downhill from where we came from -- which was actually more dangerous because it rained again making it more slippery -- and by the time I was done with that trip, the bottom of my sandal was caked with mud so I had to scrape it by doing that srrt srrt walk. Can't seem to remember the english word for it..
We finished around 6pm and they treated me dinner too! It was such a fun experience since I got to hike up and got slapped and killed. But now I have pain on my leg every time I walk. I think it was because of the climb.
Watch it, it's really funny. Nigel Bushwanker signing out.
So I met up with J at Jolibee and we went to F's house while waiting for M to arrive. When we were at F's house he was ready with his outfit and all which is always a sight to see. Then M arrived and we smuggled the shotgun in. So suspicious! Once everyone was ready, we all enjoyed our jolly somewhat raining trip towards J's farm.
It's unfortunate that it started to rain so in the end we had to wait in the car and they guys started talking about some old cat show where they have rockets but they live in a garbage dump area. I didn't join in because I guess I wasn't born to experience that moment, haha..
When the rain stopped we set off to do the "interview" section of the movie where I was supposedly going to be slapped. I was quite excited because it's my first time to do a slap scene. So we rehearsed a bit and tried to do a couple of fake slap that'll look real but so far our attempts sucked. In the end I convinced F to slap me for real to make it look real. And he did. And it looked good.
Basically the scene is that F is Nigel Bushwanker who is looking for the manananggal so he can kill it but the guide --played by me-- doesn't believe in the creature. That's when he'll slap me, pans camera to him, and he'll shout "you gotta believe!" with his fake Australian accent. Cuts back to me, in shock, saying that I believe in the supernatural being.
Of course F isn't the type of person that hits a woman so first he just pushed my face to the side and we all agreed that it didn't look powerful enough. So, the second time, he slapped me a bit harder but he felt bad and started laughing when he said his line. Awww... he started to apologize and I had to convince him that it was okay. I could've sworn he started tearing up...hmm...
We did more shooting here and there while there's a group that's doing their pre-wedding pictures. They were all dressed up and happy looking. Congratulations, I guess.. Then we all went to another area to go to a hill with a tree where we had to hike up this .. farm area where J grows his aloe vera.. I told them that Indonesians call them "crocodile tongue".. they laughed at me.. :p
It was funny coz J pointed to the right where the tree was at. "That's where we'll be going." Then he lead us to a path going to the left so we were all like, "what? we don't go left to go right." But apparently the path curved to the right so.. yeah..
The climb was pretty dangerous because it there wasn't any proper road and we're just stepping on rocks that are buried within the wet soil. F and M had a hard time going up saying that it's all slippery and stuff. I didn't really have a hard time but they were saying it's because I was much much lighter than both of them. I think they were just giving excuses for being lame.
When we arrived at the tree, it was time where I need to be the manananggal so I acted like my upper torso just landed on my hips and once that was done, I had to be wrapped with blue cloth, like really, tuck in my shirt and then tuck in the blue cloth so in the end I'm surrounded by a blue cloth with the help of M. I couldn't see and I wasn't allowed to move around much otherwise it'll be too hard to key out.
Then comes the dying scene which is simply me getting shot by Nigel Bushwanker and jump off screen. Good thing M was there because he sat down near me and catches me as I fall down. First attempt was lame and slow. It looked fake. Then again it was just for practice. The next couple of time was faster and sometimes I was shocked that when I jumped back someone was there to catch me. Weird, but I was always surprised when suddenly M grabbed me because for some reason, I imagined myself to simply land carefully after I jumped unknowingly backwards.
Once we were done with everything, we carefully slipped back downhill from where we came from -- which was actually more dangerous because it rained again making it more slippery -- and by the time I was done with that trip, the bottom of my sandal was caked with mud so I had to scrape it by doing that srrt srrt walk. Can't seem to remember the english word for it..
We finished around 6pm and they treated me dinner too! It was such a fun experience since I got to hike up and got slapped and killed. But now I have pain on my leg every time I walk. I think it was because of the climb.
Watch it, it's really funny. Nigel Bushwanker signing out.
Dream A Little Dream: Tintin
I did fell in love with the movie Adventures of Tintin when it came out and I would have watched it for the 3rd time in the theater had it not have ran out of screen time. I knew Tintin way before he was a movie. I read his comic books that belonged to my sisters which was in Bahasa Indonesia. At the time he was simply a character drawn in 2D with a dog that has entertaining thoughts.
Once he popped out in the movie, he was much more than a character, he was Tintin, the man Tintin. Oddly enough, it took me several months before I finally dreamt of him.
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I was at an abandoned house along with a man who is apparently my friend. We were searching for a girl who's been having trouble and we were helping her look for something. At some point we were looking at her dog or at her pet. It was quite vague what animal we were looking for but from what I could remember, the missing animal had something to do with a dead person. We knew someone was dead but we didn't see any body. We searched around and eventually we found it and we brought what we found to the person that looked like the mother.
She was going to let us stay longer but then we remembered that we left a dog (that in my mind became Snowy) and a goldfish at home. Apparently we've left the house for days now and we didn't assign anyone to feed them so we got really worried and decided to ride a motorcycle home.
Unfortunately it was raining but it didn't matter. We rode the motorbike anyway and my friend suddenly became Tintin in his signature blue sweater and I rode behind him. Because the road was really slippery due to the rain, I had to hold on tight and I wrapped my arms around him. It felt nice and squee!!
Things suddenly changed and suddenly we were at another place that looked a bit similar to where we were from. This time I was seeing through the eyes of Tintin and it was the time when we just found the item/animal that the girl was looking for and instead of following me and the girl outside of the room, he stayed inside and began searching for the dead man's body.
He found the body underneath a broken wood flooring and turned it around to see what really killed him. At this point, Tintin was looking down, concentrating on searching for clues and he didn't see that someone was behind him and whacked his head, causing him to lose consciousness. I didn't know that he was hidden underneath that floorboard so I wondered where Tintin went but no one around could tell me where he was.
I went around and searched for him, even went into the room where he was hidden at but there was no way for me to know that he was unconscious. In the end I woke up without finding where mickey was.
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I was left with the feeling of longing again and suddenly I was overwhelmed with the aching feeling of wanting to see Tintin or watch the movie again. My head is filled with the thought of Tintin's girlfriend. Of course there wasn't any time in the book I've read that hinted an existence for a love interest / female character that's Tintin's age. All the characters he met in comic books are mostly only for that story and even if they do appear in other comics they're mostly guys with the exclusion of the lovely opera singer.
This made me imagine what it would be like if Tintin were to be my boyfriend / if he were to have a girlfriend. It's much more fun if I get to imagine myself being the girlfriend though. So I'll leave my thought to wonder how Tintin and I get together and what kind of boyfriend he would be.
Once he popped out in the movie, he was much more than a character, he was Tintin, the man Tintin. Oddly enough, it took me several months before I finally dreamt of him.
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I was at an abandoned house along with a man who is apparently my friend. We were searching for a girl who's been having trouble and we were helping her look for something. At some point we were looking at her dog or at her pet. It was quite vague what animal we were looking for but from what I could remember, the missing animal had something to do with a dead person. We knew someone was dead but we didn't see any body. We searched around and eventually we found it and we brought what we found to the person that looked like the mother.
She was going to let us stay longer but then we remembered that we left a dog (that in my mind became Snowy) and a goldfish at home. Apparently we've left the house for days now and we didn't assign anyone to feed them so we got really worried and decided to ride a motorcycle home.
Unfortunately it was raining but it didn't matter. We rode the motorbike anyway and my friend suddenly became Tintin in his signature blue sweater and I rode behind him. Because the road was really slippery due to the rain, I had to hold on tight and I wrapped my arms around him. It felt nice and squee!!
Things suddenly changed and suddenly we were at another place that looked a bit similar to where we were from. This time I was seeing through the eyes of Tintin and it was the time when we just found the item/animal that the girl was looking for and instead of following me and the girl outside of the room, he stayed inside and began searching for the dead man's body.
He found the body underneath a broken wood flooring and turned it around to see what really killed him. At this point, Tintin was looking down, concentrating on searching for clues and he didn't see that someone was behind him and whacked his head, causing him to lose consciousness. I didn't know that he was hidden underneath that floorboard so I wondered where Tintin went but no one around could tell me where he was.
I went around and searched for him, even went into the room where he was hidden at but there was no way for me to know that he was unconscious. In the end I woke up without finding where mickey was.
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I was left with the feeling of longing again and suddenly I was overwhelmed with the aching feeling of wanting to see Tintin or watch the movie again. My head is filled with the thought of Tintin's girlfriend. Of course there wasn't any time in the book I've read that hinted an existence for a love interest / female character that's Tintin's age. All the characters he met in comic books are mostly only for that story and even if they do appear in other comics they're mostly guys with the exclusion of the lovely opera singer.
This made me imagine what it would be like if Tintin were to be my boyfriend / if he were to have a girlfriend. It's much more fun if I get to imagine myself being the girlfriend though. So I'll leave my thought to wonder how Tintin and I get together and what kind of boyfriend he would be.
Mar 2, 2012
Dream A Little Dream: Water
From what I remember, this dream was influenced by my weekend trip at Danasan since there was a time where I was swimming with my clothes on. Let me try to recount the dream steps:
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I was on a journey towards some place. It was dark so I guess it was night time. There were a lot of cars, particularly jeepneys, so I guess I was in the Philippines this time. Me and a couple of my friends were desperate to get to wherever we were supposed to be.
Cut to: My friend P was there and T.. I was swimming or at least I was floating around at the edge where they were sitting. Then I saw from afar there was a video playing on the sky and it's reflected on the water surface. I was so excited because it was the Sinulog short film that was submitted by T's group. I told P that there's a reflection and pointed at where it was.
All the while, I know that by the side of the pool/water area, is my crush and as I animate around with my friends, I was secretly hoping that he would find me interesting and like me back.
Then I invited P to join in the swimming but he refused. "Come on, P!" I forced him as I pulled his sandals off his feet. Instead, he took it and smacked my head with it, pushing me deeper into the water. We both laughed at the stupidity and started mocking each other.
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And then I woke up.
It's quite a short dream because I'm slowly losing the memory of it but I tried to write it down anyway because it left me feeling that oddness again.
Mind you, I have many "crush" that I enjoy stalking but none of them are any that I want to "pursue". I do have a boyfriend at the moment and I'm very happy being with him. I do tell him when I like a certain guy, but I explained that it's just a crush.
The reason why I like having "crushes" is so that I get to feel all teenage girl giddy again, where i'd go "oh my god, I'm in the same room as he is!". It's a nice feeling. I use it to write stories or songs. It makes me feel like a girl. When they say "you'll never forget your first love", I say "you'll never forget the giddy love rush". Come butterflies, stay in my tummy forever.
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I was on a journey towards some place. It was dark so I guess it was night time. There were a lot of cars, particularly jeepneys, so I guess I was in the Philippines this time. Me and a couple of my friends were desperate to get to wherever we were supposed to be.
Cut to: My friend P was there and T.. I was swimming or at least I was floating around at the edge where they were sitting. Then I saw from afar there was a video playing on the sky and it's reflected on the water surface. I was so excited because it was the Sinulog short film that was submitted by T's group. I told P that there's a reflection and pointed at where it was.
All the while, I know that by the side of the pool/water area, is my crush and as I animate around with my friends, I was secretly hoping that he would find me interesting and like me back.
Then I invited P to join in the swimming but he refused. "Come on, P!" I forced him as I pulled his sandals off his feet. Instead, he took it and smacked my head with it, pushing me deeper into the water. We both laughed at the stupidity and started mocking each other.
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And then I woke up.
It's quite a short dream because I'm slowly losing the memory of it but I tried to write it down anyway because it left me feeling that oddness again.
Mind you, I have many "crush" that I enjoy stalking but none of them are any that I want to "pursue". I do have a boyfriend at the moment and I'm very happy being with him. I do tell him when I like a certain guy, but I explained that it's just a crush.
The reason why I like having "crushes" is so that I get to feel all teenage girl giddy again, where i'd go "oh my god, I'm in the same room as he is!". It's a nice feeling. I use it to write stories or songs. It makes me feel like a girl. When they say "you'll never forget your first love", I say "you'll never forget the giddy love rush". Come butterflies, stay in my tummy forever.
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