So I remembered saying I'll write an autobiography of Granny Smith and about my experience in Disneyland. Granny Smith will have to wait, for now I shall write about my day-out to Disneyland. :)
'Twas supposed to be a day full of fun rides, not adrenaline-pumping ones but rather those you hear people rattling about all the time that you made up your mind a long time ago that you'd have to do it just so that you can say 'oh yeah done that before' in the future. But emotions not expected flowed through me as the day gone by - excitement blended with a mixture of hope, inspiration, sadness, guilt and gratitude.
I look at the whole park and I wonder how many acres is Disneyland and California Adventure built on. How many habitats had to be destroyed for this money-generating monster. Every hook and nook I turn I see materialism. Consumerism and capitalism. People placing more and more importance in plastics, glasses, shiny shimmering diamonds, you name it. All those cold, un-living things. Souvenir shops, branded merchandise, they make me sad.
Mickey said, "Everyone has the right to dream. And all you gotta do is believe in your dreams, and it'll come true." Those words gave me hope. Sometimes in life, when things are not going well, hope is the glue to keep you together. Then inspiration follows as I thought of all the things that I could do with my life. If Mr. Disney could do it, I could too. :) Totally inspired and motivated. But when the fireworks go off, the first thing that hit me wasn't happiness and excitement, nor was I taken away by its grandeur. Instead, the heat (I felt from the pyrotechnic effects they used as part of the fireworks display) and the smoke (that I couldn't help but noticing coating the sky a big fat thick layer of gray) gave me a shock. Instantly horrified and guilt-stricken. And unless for bad weather, they'd have this every day. Every goat-flipping day!!!! Imagine doing that for the past, oh I dunno, 50 years? The smoke it contributed to destroying the ozone layer must've been massive. -_-
Then last came Fantasmic, a performance of Disney characters, fireworks, together with snippets of Disney classics projecting on a thin layer of water fountain as the screen. As I watched in awe, looking at Mickey Minnie Donald Ariel Snow White Dopey Belle Beast Prince Eric Ursula etc. etc., I recalled how I used to watch them over and over again during the school holidays when I was a kid. And I'd never get bored of them. :) Gotta thank my dad for buying me those videotapes, introducing me to a world of imagination and fantasies, where I started prancing around exercising my imagination and weaving my dreams. A place where there's no right or wrong, a place where I'm safe to think whatever I want, create stuff from mere sparks of excitatory action potentials of neurons. And it's free!! :P
Anyway, this post was initially one to do as the title says. But as always, I digressed and went completely off-tangent. Pardon moi. :) Wanna thank you Dad, for providing the best you could for us, for giving us so much, and is still giving. And I don't mean just financially. Your time, patience and hard work too. Wanted to let you know, there wasn't a moment that I don't remind myself of how much sacrifice you've made for us to be here, and I'm sure Kan Lun knows that too. And so everything I do, I told myself I'd give it my 1000 percent, cuz that's the only way I can repay you. (And mom of course).
Okay it's getting too mushy I can't take it. Anyway. You get my point don't you. :) I hope you're proud of me. And Kan Lun. Happy Birthday!
P.S. Pictures of Disneyland coming up soon, I still haven't uploaded them from my camera.
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