6.06.2009
Today I went to see "UP", the latest of Pixar's productions, with my friends. I won't spoil the whole movie for you but aside from WALL-E, this is probably one of the only movies I would really recommend from PIXAR. The story develops from the affection between Carl Frederickson, the main character, and his wife Ellie. Carl and Ellie had both dreamed of living next to Paradise Falls, their dream home in South America. Throughout Ellie's life, she had kept a scrapbook titled "My Adventure Book". The pages at the end of the book were reserved for her adventures after she arrives at her paradise. After Ellie's death, Carl drifts away by tying a mass of balloons atop of his house, hoping to accomplish Ellie's lifelong dream. Although his trip becomes a success, Carl isn't all that happy because he feels bitterly lonely without Ellie. Carl rereads Ellie's scrapbook and discovers that Ellie had filled all the blank pages with photos of the all the memorable times that had together throughout their marriage.The movie made me ponder over how many of us live our lives today. Often, people focus only only accomplishing their dreams and puts their utmost efforts into doing so. However, they become so focused that they neglect all the fun and special moments in their lives. We should ask ourselves, if money, material, and reputation are comparable with the few opportunities we have to live happily.

6.04.2009
I came home from school several days ago so tired and exhausted that I immediately fell asleep. I felt so revived after my long nap, but soon realized I had done nothing since I got home. I rushed through my work and chores, a process which seemed like forever. When I finally finished, I felt rather upset because my day had begun as quickly as it ended. In this modern, fast-paced society, life becomes quite repetitive for many people. Unfortunately, I'm one of them. Anyway, I plunged face down onto the sofa, defeated and depressed. When I finally collected myself, I began to reach for a magazine sitting atop of the coffee table. At first glance, the way in which the magazine laid lifelessly and uselessly atop of the coffee table seemed to me like a reflection of myself. The ticking of my clock caught my attention, for my house was dead quiet and it was the only noise to be heard. I could have sworn it felt like it was already nine but to my surprise, the hour hand still had barely struck eight. Amazing, no? I took a minute or two to decide on what to do with the extra hour, and it might have been the silence in the room, or the weariness caused by rushing through my work, but I slowly drifted back to sleep.If we all had an extra hour each day, what would you do with it? 0 thoughts