Child Again

Well ever since I returned from France,

I feel like my relationship with Disney was...

Somehow,

Getting stronger.

Yea yea thanks to my visit to Disneyland. It was just too magical, too unbelievable that my mind couldn't stop thinking how Disney universe relates in so many levels to me. And that final firework show, where the castle was projected with snippets of many Disney classic scenes, and the favorite songs played harmoniously with the motions, yea it wrecked my head. 

I still could remember how I got the chill when I suddenly saw Simba roared with its "Circle of Life", or when Ariel sang "Part of Your World" in French, or when Cinderella's "Dream is a Wish Your Heart Makes" echoed all the way into my earlobes... I swear, I cried. No exaggerating, no lies just to make it all emotional, no. I cried.

Yet now here I am, so far from the reach of Disney magic, have no idea how to feel it all again... well, not exactly have no idea. Because if I really have no idea, I wouldn't be here writing this blog on the first place.

So.

I always claim that I'm a Disney freak. Bullshit. Because if you ask me what my favorite cartoons are, my answer would be somewhere around "Tarzan", "Hercules", "Mulan", or the classic-est one would be "Beauty and the Beast". I would take the vintage ones for granted, and only consider Disney as the ones I actually grew up with.

Now with that background prologue, here I am, with an idea I think strong enough to prove that I AM, an avid Disney freak.

Here goes the plan: for the past two years or so, I've always had this initiation to watch ALL Disney Classics. Or what they call as Disney Animated Features. I wanted to watch ALL, not only the most popular ones like Disney Princess movies or all-time favorites like "The Jungle Book" or "Peter Pan", no—I wanted, to watch, ALL.

Up until today, there are 56 of them, the first one being "Snow White" and the last one "Moana". My initial plan was to watch one or two every weekend, following its actual release order, so it'll be all finished by the last week of the year and I can redo it all over again from "Snow White" on the first week of the new year, and BAM! Now you can call me a Disney freak.

Unfortunately, my plan was just mere plan. I had no major booster to start doing it, giving the fact that I'm living a double life as an obsessive worker so my weekend has always been about work and work.

But now, I think there's no more holding back.

I've woken up from my long laziness and stupidity.

I've seen the sign, it's obvious, strong, and undeniable.

And it came straight from the core of Disney universe.

Therefore hereby, I declare each and every single weekend of 2018, to be the time for me to watch the cartoons of Walt Disney Studios, to extend the magic cast to me back in France, to show that I'm a worthy Disney devotee...

I made the layout, but each image comes from here and here.

...and, to be

Child again

Stampede in Our Heart

It was a fresh morning. Full of joy.

As my young brother's having his birthday,

My family and I sat together praying for him...

Then something really heartbreaking came into the screen of my phone. About somebody I adore so much, but never in my entire life I declared that outloud. Until today. His death.

Robin McLaurin Williams

(1951 - 2014)

Pic's from here.

One fine, true entertainer.

I'm sure everybody's with me about that.

He appeared on my early life, and still counting. As a jungle survivor, a reverend, a former American president, he even starred in the cartoon franchise I always been a fan of, became the guess on the 90s sitcom that I'm still watching till now, and finally, took a main role as somebody in advertising agency. The series I've been planning to start watching, about the field I'll be doing for my living.

Never thought he gave so much joy to us. Since earlier today when I woke up, everybody in the social media couldn't stop grieving about him. He stole millions of hearts, apparently, ranging from young to old, male or female, race to race.

I don't care about how he died. And how people judged about how he died. I don't care at all. His appearance during my childhood, his constant adoring existence during my growing up stages, and his never ending cheerful smile... Those outshine to be what matters the most.

I can see it's not just the loss of Hollywood.

It also became my loss, my friends', my generation.

Gadget kids nowadays, out of the X and Y generation,

Would have no idea at all about how crushing this is to us.

I'm not even sure they know who he was.

And how magical his touches were, even from the TV.

Can't remember where I got this pic from, the thing is, it's not mine.

Well, Mr Robin Williams,

Rest in peace, my childhood buddy.

Wherever you go, how long you'll ever be,

No matter what anybody says,
You'll always be a prince to me

From Feather to Feather

All my life, I've been exposed to so many cartoon characters.

And been in love with so many of them, like literally, many.

I liked certain things on some certain ages. But then after some time, I began to stop adoring them and started to idolize something else that was more related to my current age. Adoration comes and goes, adoration comes and goes. It's just like love, comes and goes.

But there's this guy.

Back on my early ages,

He appeared and stole my heart.

And there's nothing that could stop me from loving him. Because he's just like me. He's hotheaded, he swears a lot, freaking selfish, tends to be the sidekick, but loved. I forgot when was exactly the time I started realizing that we're actually two birds of a feather, flocked together. He's so me.

Yea there's just nothing that could stop me from loving him.

Because he's been my favorite since, oh, God knows for how long.

And this date, 80 years ago,

He hit the screen for the first time.

Which means today, is his birthday.

And I can't help but dedicating this post to wish myself a very happy birthday :)

Here's for the old Donald, and here's for the new one.

Long live to you,

Donald Fautleroy Duck.

Always be by children's side,

And by my side as well.

P.S. : Did I just say, "wish myself a very happy birthday"???

The Beast I Look Up To

So I watched Monsters University.

Before that, I was completely sure that this prequel would be fantastic for me, because, you know, I've always liked to see the past and the future of fictional characters. And yeah I liked the movie. A lot. 

Especially the young James P. Sullivan.

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Applaud to the director.

Or the creator of the character.

Okay, to whoever create the young Sulley.

It's just so alive. I mean, Sulley in the university is so a jock. His posture, his attitude, his charm, his fame, his power, his slacker side and how he relied on his physical plus to attract everybody, those are all, so alive.

Everyone else in the movie is also lifelike. Like Mike with his nerd, obsessive side. And the Oozma Kappa fraternity that's just a bunch of losers, along with the preps, the goths, the cheerios... Felt like attending a real university.

But Sulley, ummm...
There's this reason why I like him the most.

Well.

It's because he can get along with the nerds. 

Seeing Mike ruled the team, dominate every single member of the frats, and Sulley -although on some level, he takes Mike for granted- obeys to him without any complaint, makes me adored. A jock like him, in real life, won't even bother noticing the presence of the nerds. It's something like, apparently, deep inside this fierce beast figure, Sulley's actually a good guy.

He brings me back to real life, where some certain people seriously cannot be judged from the outside. He also reminds me that in campus, I can actually befriend anyone else I expect.

It may sound too much, but if I were to go to one of American universities, and I happened to be one of those nerds, being bullied, ignored and stuff, I might eventually be energized just by watching the movie. It could simply be my confident booster.

For me, he's much more than just a cartoon character.

People might not see that but yaa, I look beyond visibility.

Maybe because now I'm a Sulli-fan

Finding The Best

Been 10 years.

Saw the first poster in Singapore.
Everywhere in Singapore.

I fell in love pretty quick but,
Had no idea what movie that was.

Until it was released.
And I knew, I liked it.

I watched it at the movie.
Watched it again on pirated disc.
Can't get enough, I bought the original DVD.
Once aired, of course I didn't miss it on local TV.
Along the vacation, I looked for it at the hotel room TV.
I was on as it was replayed again and again by the cable TV.
And when the 3D version movie was out last year, God, I was there.

Every time. Every time I caught the movie,
I just can't stop watching it.

I know the story too well.
I even memorized some phrases
And dialogues out of head but,
I just can't stop watching it.

Cause, I don't know,
It always gave me some peaceful hours.
Enjoying the all blue screen, with colorful coral background...

Especially when it's watched inside a cold, dark room.
And it's gloomy outside. Rain falls. Damn.
Drag me to the ocean already.

Always feels like heaven.
There's no such better animation.

It's just too good to be missed.
I just can't stop watching it.

You did well, Pixar :)

And Our Childhood Lived Happily Ever After

Where should I start?
Well, I don't know.

So there was this guy.
A man of honor.
A noble guy.

He helped us making our own earlier stage of life, our childhood.
Taught us lessons, delivered morality through animated livelihood.
Brought us all up to the sky, down the sea, deep inside the wood.

Every kids' hero. The god.
His name should be carved in Olympus.
His portraits should be hung upon every castle's hall of fame.

King of the Wonderland.
Made our days like Neverland.

If someone ever ask whom I'd be happily working for,
That's going to be the time I mention his name.

Happy 111th Birthday

Walt Disney

Goodbye, Fantasy Builder

It's finally over, his suffering.
The whole world is mourning.
They keep appreciating what he had done.

A phenomenal piece of fruit.
As breathtaking as Adam's and Newton's.
Yes, it's Apple.

I praise what he invented, indeed.
But there's one thing that I'm massively sad of.
Not his iPad, not his iPhone, not his iMac.
But his Pixar.

I've been a loyal audience of Pixar since their first movie.
And from those movies, I learned a lot.

Thanks to you, I learned about friendship from Sheriff Woody.
Thanks to you, I learned about responsible from Flik.
Thanks to you, I learned about love from Sullivan.
Thanks to you, I learned about obedience from Nemo.
Thanks to you, I learned about power from Bob Parr.
Thanks to you, I learned about giving in from Lightning McQueen.

Thanks to you, I made my childhood fun.

May you rest in peace, Mr Incredible.
And now, I adore you as much as I adore Walt Disney.
Thanks, Steve Jobs

Steven Paul Jobs

1955-2011

Image source: here