Watched Meet the Robinsons with part of the family on Sunday afternoon. We all enjoyed it very much!
Something which happened today and a discussion with my brother J reminded me of 2 of the characters in the animated movie-Lewis and the Bowler Hat Guy.

Lewis' obsession with his abandonment and his search for his mother was interlinked with the failed attempts to have him adopted because his Science experiments would miss the mark in impressing his adoptive parents-to-be. But he learnt to accept that failures aren't all they seem to be.

On the other hand, Bowler Hat Guy became the grotesque ungrown grown-up he is because he allowed hatred and anger to "fester". Poor man. Apart from wanting to destroy something good for another person, he had no other plans for himself. His list of things to do ended with a empty check box beside a question-mark task.

The film ended with this beautiful quote. It just reminds me that if I don't accept that I do fail, I cannot move forward. I would be stuck trying to re-do or un-do the failure.

“Around here, however, we don’t look backwards for very long. We keep moving forward, opening up new doors and doing new things… and curiosity keeps leading us down new paths.”–Walt Disney

pondersome

Holy friendship has no looks but what are simple and modest,
no caresses but those that are pure and sincere,
no sighs but for heaven, no familiarities but of the soul,
no complaints but that God is not loved, the infallible signs of purity.

Worldly friendship confuses the judgment…
Holy friendship has a clear light and does not seek to hide itself,
appearing willingly before good men.

When we see a man dress himself out and draw near to flatter and wheedle,
and whisper in the ears of a woman with no pretension to lawful marriage,
without doubt it is in order to incite her to impurity;
and a virtuous woman will close her ears
to the voice of the charmer who seeks to enchant her:
but if she hearken to him, what an ominous sign it is of the future loss of her heart!

Young people who indulge in looks and caresses,
or speak words in which they would be unwilling
to be surprised (i.e. overheard) by their fathers, mothers, husbands or wives,
bear witness that their conduct is not that of honor and conscience.
The Virgin Mary was troubled on seeing an angel in human form because she was alone, and he praised her greatly although his praise was heavenly.
O Saviour of the world! Purity fears an angel in the form of a man;
why then does not purity fear a man even in angelic form,
when he pours forth praises sensual and human?

St. Francis de Sales

Sometimes, self-reflexivity, self-awareness isn't a very good thing, don't you think? Especially when it becomes too much of a habit, practised in/to excess.

"these small hours"

Oh no, I'm not slacking. Just that I am sure we will all appreciate a soulful voice and a beautiful story. Love how the song opens. The defining clarity reminds me of Larkin again, especially with "in the end / we will only remember how it feels" because "it's the heart that really matters in the end".

So "let it slide" over you.



Little Wonders

Let it go,
let it roll right off your shoulder
don't you know
the hardest part is over
let it in,
let your clarity define you
in the end
we will only just remember how it feels

our lives are made
in these small hours
these little wonders,
these twists & turns of fate
time falls away,
but these small hours,
these small hours still remain

let it slide,
let your troubles fall behind you
let it shine
until you feel it all around you
and i don't mind
if it's me you need to turn to
we'll get by,
it's the heart that really matters in the end

our lives are made
in these small hours
these little wonders,
these twists & turns of fate
time falls away,
but these small hours,
these small hours still remain

all of my regret
will wash away some how
but i can not forget
the way i feel right now

in these small hours
these little wonders
these twists & turns of fate
these twists & turns of fate
time falls away but these small hours
these small hours, still remain,
still remain
these little wonders
these twists & turns of fate
time falls away
but these small hours
these little wonders still remain

From Disney's Meet the Robinsons Movie Soundtrack.

daydreaming when i shouldn't

i would like to attend dr talib's literary stylistics and narrative structure classes again. he used a variety of media and text types to bring ideas across. been listening to linkin park's Minutes to Midnight and am rather intrigued with the development from the tone in their first album to this. compare In the End and What I've Done and tell me what you think.

i love shinoda's rapping. wished there was more of it to listen to. rap is really a curious vehicle-there's so much artistry in it and because of that the fierceness/ferocity of feelings can be so accute. poets in a different guise, don't you think? the good ones, lah.

In my dreams

Sigh, I have failed in keeping this blog from becoming frivolous. :\

You know how Remy starts imagining the different dishes floating up from Gusteau's cookbook? I feel like that now. Pancakes with butter. My mom's fried rice-I can almost taste those green peas. Char siew rice.

Sigh. Yeah, I'm controlled by my stomach.