I think, I have an unhealthy thing for Disney.
By the way before we start, don't wory, this ain't a paid post. Trust me, i don't have to be paid to write about Michael Mouse & Co.
As part of our annual tradition (and by our I mean me and my soon-to-be-married, 27-yr-old sister and my mom) I watched Disney on Ice's World of Fantasy in Istora Senayan. This year, they featured my all-itme favorite, first-Disney-movie-I-like, the beautiful, magnificent, graceful...
...Lion King.
It's the first movie that made my cry when I was little and it's no secret that I heart lions. Even better, talking lions. So in short, the Lion King on ice was A MA ZING. Flawless. Scar was vicious as hell, Musafa was courageous, Nala was graceful and Timon and Pumba, well, were very little and big, respectively.
And then they sang all these songs that I still know by heart, thanks to the endless hours of watching its laser disc (!!) and dancing in front of TV to the tunes (!!!!)when I was a kid.
I personally think Walt Disney is crazy.
Was, I meant. The dude is practically responsible for all dreamy-eyed, wistful-looking children aged zero to twenty four years old (ahem) all over the globe. It's crazy how he created this whole alternate universe where princesses and fairies and princes and castls and insane-looking characters exist. Disney is ageless, in terms of its audience and the brand itself. You will never ever get tired of Disney and I personally do not get people who don't like Mouse & Co.
Anyways.
Work has been crazy. Something even crazier in terms of personal life has occurred last week but I'm in no mood whatsoever to tell it here. Oh, also, I have a new resolution. I've come to events in my life that are going berserkly (a word?) wrong, completely, unbelievably off the right path. Far beyond my plans. And that throws me down to the ground, many many times, so my new reslotion would be not to have plans. At all. Not even plan Bs and Cs.
THEN I'd be free from the threat of a cardiac arrest at such a young age. I get terrified and jittery all the time, worrying over the fact that my life will not go according to plan. I'm done with that. You can only get so far with them and what do you do when it fails to happen? You become depressed! Thus, my next plan, effective imemdiately, is not to have a plan.
...we'll see about that.
