Taijutsu!

Mmmm...love the smell of verbal diarrhoea in the morning...

Today...Stats review->Transport in Mammals-> Integration/Differenciation-> Chemistry MCQ HCJC NJC

Fullmetal Panic is the no.1 greatest series in all of anime history. In terms of quality it beats naruto, bleach, rurouni kenshin, pokemon, doraemon, digimon...

It is the best animation in the world. Its producers, GONZO and manga creator Shinji Gatoh, have brought fresh, unique elements to anime romantic comedy by using a combination of fluid, exaggerated animating, perfect comedic timing,a totally cluesless lead, a cast of endearing characters, and some of the most retarded scenes in all of anime history.

The action elements in the show captivate viewers with each scene's graceful fluidity and commendable choreography. The show's animation is consistently of movie quality. Another strong attraction the show has for its viewers is its vivid portrayal of its characters' emotions in both dangerous situations and during their interactions with each other in peace time.

The romantic development between the male and female leads, Sousuke and Chidori respectively, is articulated by the creators in a playful and teasing manner that restricts depth somewhat, but that is their intention. The emotional attachment that each of them forms with the other is however, clearly evident and well developed, and thus endearing when it is expressed or put to the test.

All the characters are emotive and lively, and this is greatly due to the creator's animating talents. And the female characters are stunningly beautiful in their design. Though... of course there are so many things to appreciate in this show that you might feel lost at sea for awhile. Every moment of the show is worth watching. Of course there is an amount of fan service that is considered 'generous', but that should hardly affect one's critique on the objectivity of this review. I for one, did not find it a strong draw at all when compared to the other parts of the show which elated the part of my soul which puts such artistic perfection on a pedestal. No, wait, i meant to say that i skipped those parts...Yes. No, i didn't mean that artistic perfection is equated to fanservice...mmm.

These guys at GONZO have brought together a near perfect mix of comedy, action, and romance that will blow you away once you've started on the first series. FMP comes in three seasons: A 20+ episode series called FullMetal Panic which is a mix of all three elements, A 13+ episode series entitled FMP:Fumoffu which is a masterpiece of comedy, and finally FMP: The second raid, which brings closure to the series, focusing more on action and serious character development.

I hope an FMP movie comes out.

Shit. There's always so much to write when exams are nearing.

Ninjutsu!

My head seems to incline to a certain angle when i'm thinking without strain.

Yeah.

I have to study my transport in mammals by tonight...as well as a stats review and differential eqns overview.

And tomorrow... biological molecules... chemistry papers... organic chemistry review...

And no blogging, no. This is escapism.



At times, I feel trapped by this person that others know me by. 'That's just Ben' sounds awfully definitive of me sometimes, yet I know I do bring it upon myself at times... It seems, sometimes, as if I have no other choice but to be the a person that others see me as, or have known me to be..Logically, of course, this is not true.

I guess I try hard not to change... Partly because I like what I see, partly because what I am allows me to relate to the people who are most important to me, almost all of them, anyway. Partly because I'm afraid of what drives my need to change. Partly because I'm lazy.

Sometimes, I feel as if people don't treat me seriously enough because of my extrinsic appearance, behavior and all. I have been pondering as to whether I should graft my face off, get a cooler one.

And this is again, an empty hypothesis. The people who know me well will treat me seriously if I seriously ask them to do so. And that is a great blessing.

As these two years passed, I had found it hard at times, harder to be that person who makes my friends feel comfortable. Heh. Or perhaps its more objective to say that I've found it more difficult to relax, let loose, let go of my worries and my paranoia.

In spite of all the good things that have happened, in spite of the good things that sprang from the bad, my mind stubbornly sees defeat after defeat. Debate, a once-close classmate, wanting for something deeper with a friend who seems close and far at the same time... Lacking.. something from a someone and somehow my heart is still stubborn... But I can't see what it is..Acknowledgement, friendship, something more?

At the end of the day, it is 'people' who defeats me. A part of me has always quietly believed that I could do anything I set my mind to, be anything i wanted to be, and with regards to most of the endeavours that I have put considerable effort into, this idea has proven to be true in most cases.

But right now I feel as if anybody who sits in a room with me for ten minutes of conversation will either wither away from boredom or engage in self-styled meditation.

And this desperation, this unhappiness with myself that drives me to change, is horribly unsettling. I have a lot of days when the gaze of others upon me seems akin to a weighing scale, and the scale is always weighted on one end.

Its amazing. When the subject matter is yourself, inspiration to write just gushes.