My First Time Ever...!

That's right, boys and girls. I finally did it.

That thing that made me go 'gaga' and feel all socially inadequate since most other people have experienced it.

...Not that, you pervert.



I watched two movies at the cinema back to back tonight!

One movie to amp up your adrenaline in the evening is enough to keep your thoughts racing throughout the night (or otherwise- for people who have different tendencies, i.e get exhausted by sensory overload and sleep like a log immediately after). This, however, was comprised of TWO predicted-mega-blockbusters back-to-back and, needless to say, they were action-packed.

No, that's not it. Action-packed is an understatement.

I acted like a kid who just went on her first rollercoaster ride: All proud, like she had finally gotten the pass to a real adult's form of exhilarating entertainment.

And my tickets were sponsored, which really iced the cake ;)

Ice Skating Woes

I've only skated on ice thrice in my life; all those sessions amounting up to no more than 10 hours.

Suffice to say I'm not the best skater out there; but over here where there's only one known place to skate, I'm not the worst either. In fact, I can pretty much glide as smoothly as seasoned skaters if I had my PIC with me to hold my right hand.

Unfortunately, said PIC is nowhere to be found, cutting all forms of contact so that I can't even begin to stalk her. One begins to wonder what happened as one recalls the pivotal moment of one's life that second time on ice *insert drool face here*...

If only my life were made out of miracles, I'd be able to see my dream guy again and this time initiate some form of contact with him. But He has other plans for me, rather than making me fall in love with some perfect-looking dude clad in black who skates with the grace of a swan and seemed to have walked out one of my dreams...


Anywho.

I wish I could skate after this whole fiasco is done with...

A Multitude of Gratitude

For these people who have stuck with me in all their pixellated glory...

NM. For sticking with me throughout the years, even after quite some time of losing contact, and picking up right where we left off effortlessly. And for those god ol' days when I could actually communicate with you in a non-pixellated way, BFF!

NC. For always being there when I need you, and being so much of a determined, passionate genius that you became an inspiration.

R. For your cuteness, R-rated language and angelic looks. And all those times you cheered me up, even if they were crude.

FO. For always trying to be there for me. And for that time I wailed to you on the phone. It must've been hard...

EJ. For still being there, even if your existence is hardly more than smoke these days. And those phone calls. I'm sure if I poked you right...

SB. For your creative artwork, your generous helpings of cheer and your constant concern. And of course, your loyalty.

Colleges

A friend of mine is planning to join Gonville & Caius, pronounced as 'Keys', located at the high-end world of academics known as Cambridge. THE Cambridge.

I really want to join you, genius friend. But let's be real here, I don't really have the 'Key' ingredient to even qualify as an applicant. Cambridge, in and of itself, is already such a wonderfully out-of-reach target. But one of the HARDEST college to get into within such an imposing institution?

Sometimes you can feel so bashed and stupid by such kind gestures lol.

I'm pretty sure Goneville & Chaos would love to have me as their newest member though.


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My world is collapsing in on me.

Otou-san, Okaa-san... be strong. For everyone.

Now, wait a sec

... What?!

And...

WHY IN THE BLOODY HELL DID I HAVE TO BE ALLERGIC TO PAINKILLERS?!?!?!???!

...

Well.



I made a new friend over six months ago. For privacy reasons, I shall call her Abby Seis*.

Our bond grew with each passing moment, and was apparent as she continued increasing in size due to the time we spent together.

Month by month, she swelled. Grew rounder...



Yet I knew it wasn't right.

And though we have been together for so long, I often felt discomfort with her around.

I have tried hiding her, but to no avail.

She kept increasing in size...

Hindering me from normal activities.

Becoming an eyesore to some who noticed.



This afternoon, I took the painful decision to bring her along with me to the only group of people who could remove her presence from my sight, and sever our bond once and for all.

I felt so, very numb as she was distanced from me...

It pained me so badly that I can't even look at her as we separated.



I am now bereft of her companionship, with only stitches and a huge gauzed mess left as the reminder of our time together.

Goodbye, Abby Seis. You are sorely missed...




Literally.



*Not its real name.

Where's the Nearest Trattoria?

FETTUCINE!

So the past few days since I retrieved my most useful, multi-socketed-multi-plug extension cord from my other aunt's house saw me going through a lot of DORAMA. It's turned me back into the Nightstalker that I was. Not that waking up early is an option here, even when I decide to turn in early. It's like a curse; I don't feel comfortable venturing out of my room, especially to get food. Even though they don't really mind that I'm contributing a lot to minimize wastage of food on their behalf. Sadly, being naturally inclined to have a variety of food in vast quantities, I found their stocks too dismal for my liking, despite the awesome hospitality (and ACed room, a Godsend in this hot and sweaty climate).

But back to the dorama.

I started watching Kurosagi. Got distracted at second or third episode. Watched Bambino yesterday night and finished the whole series early today, the proceedings of which accounted for my bedtime of 6 00 in the morning. I then got up to fulfil my duties, went back to bed and was woken up by my Grandmother on the phone about fifteen minutes shy of ten o'clock. Apparently my adorable baby cousin needed some remedies from the village people to cure his 'ailment', and she was adamant that it was a total emergency and that she needed to return with him and Grandfather before noon to get him there in time.

Oh really? I never knew babies with fever and a sore throat required special healing practices at the countryside to cure them... What ever happened to good ol' 'Plenty of rest, liquids and take your medications precisely as indicated?'

I snored her away; unfortunately not before she got a few words in on that.

DOLCE!

An hour or so later I got a call from a good friend who was terribly helpful in getting all sorts of written documents for me from my *past* university. I woke up a bit more whilst talking to her. As soon as she hung up to return to her class, my consciousness evaded me and I sunk back into Dreamland.

The shrill ringtone on my primitive cell jolted me awake from fluffy candy clouds to a call from an aunt from Mom's side, and in our conversation concluded that I was saved from renewing my L license from scratch, at least for the next 3 months. But I have an exam next week, which means I can't go back in the near future to get this whole 'driving thing' over with as soon as I
would like it to be.

Ah, phooey.

PESCATORA!

I need to watch more dorama. With an exam coming up, possibly another driving exam following shortly afterwards and then the entry to a new episode of Uni life, right now all I can think about is escaping reality and enjoying other people's elaborate (acted) lives on screen.

What a masochist.

However, watching Bambino had its advantages. I picked up on a few more Japanese words and Italian ones. YUMMY Italian ones.

Ano...

Eto...

... Seen them anywhere?

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

To my little sister who turned 10 a day ago, and still remains the most responsible out of us all. You're a real diamond!

I <3 you mucho!

Random Listy Update!

~Nickelodeon made a show combining Jimmy Neutron and Fairly Odd Parents and it was kickass! Timmy and Cosmo look really weird as 3D characters though =P

~I might be getting my license soon. In advance, I'd like to say I pity my future driving instructor for the torture he'll have to put up with.

~Currently, I am craving these food(s?):

• Cream puffs (like the ones you get from Beard Papa. Is that of one word or two words' length?)
• Beef Yakiniku from Sushi King, and the other sushis and set meals I had there
• Cheesecakes from Secret Recipe

~I watched Zettai Kareshi yesterday, and finished the whole series in about 7/8 hours straight, stopping only for toilet breaks and the occasional summons from my aunt. I don't think I'll be reviewing it, since there are other great reviews on it hovering around the Web but it was definitely a unique J-Drama (or any kind of drama for that matter) and the acting was great! It's worth a watch and starts getting cliffy nearly halfway.

~Got my 3rd marriage proposal recently. Gotta love my flirty friends.

~Wondering... Who's Bob Dylan?

~Got in contact again with my BFF from AD! Loving it; started contacting other friends as well.

~Realized that one of my online buddies is a genius who memorized pi to the 640th power. I always knew he was smart, but...!

~Started reading Robin Hobb's book Renegade Magic during my late mornings, when I can barely get out of bed. Barely made it past 50 pages after two days. Brilliant writing, but not really my cup of tea. Maybe it's too early to tell?

~Sepulchre by Kate Mosse (not the model...) is quite a good read, albeit too smart. I should've had a dictionary in hand while reading it. Kudos to the writer for her amazing usage of English words... and French. And her imagination, of course.

~I miss that kiddy book I read before leaving RT... Charlie's Nightmare? A Nightmare Academy book, which I'm pretty sure will be/is already a series.

~Did my mental development halt when I was 11 years old?

~The Shichida Method... *shudders*

The Phone Call from Raudhah...

Dad just called me from Madinah, and now I've got tears in my eyes.

When did he get so... aged? So fragile, sensitive? When did he start giving into sorrow so easily?

It felt like yesterday when we considered him the strictest father alive, with the whole 'botol kicap' incident and 'double punishment'- one for little bro, one for me- whenever lil bro failed to learn something with me. Though his strict demeanor can never be abolished by even half of what it was a decade ago, he has become much calmer, more tolerant; and now I feel like a spoilt brat.

It's funny how sad he makes me when he's not yelling or giving me harsh advice. Gentle words of advice, and well-wishes; reminders of how much they love me and hope I do better; dhu'a for my success... Those touch me more than a slap that can propel me ten feet backwards.

When we were much, much younger, we used to think our father got mad at our failures because he doesn't care.

When we were much, much, younger, we used to think his punishments towards our ill behaviour were purely mean.

When we were much,much younger, we used to think that he didn't love us enough to keep himself from scolding and punishing us with stricter means than the other dads...

And now we're older.

I'm older.

And I understand now that nothing could change how my father shows his love towards his cherished, beloved children, and the sacrifices he's made for us.

I understand now that though other dads may have never laid a hand on their children to correct them, it would probably not be best for the bunch of innately, slightly stubborn children that we were- that I definitely was. Am. Ever so slightly.

I understand now what it means when I first heard the words 'We punish you because we love you...'

I've never gone through a more emotional period in my whole life.

A Tribute to Kristin Kreuk

Blame Hallmark's Snow White- I saw it for the first time yesterday, though I've known its existence for almost seven years, and reminded me of this amazing lady and why I should do another tribute to a celebrity to add color to this blog.

The woman I'm MOST jealous of in the entertainment industry.

She's such a gorgeous person, physically, that she looks ethereal. Think J.R.R. Tolkien's Elves, or Twilight vampires. At the same time, she's really down-to-earth, has a big heart and is fun. I have no idea how her personal life is, but the fact of the matter is Kristin Kreuk has that refreshing, exotic, otherworldly beauty that retains a lot of innocence. Even in her most daring photos she still looked perfectly sane; pure. Might just be in her facial expression, but it's still something that you rarely see in most known actresses.

Yes, I discovered those stuff from the media. No, of COURSE I have never met her (you'd know first thing, I'd probably faint if I did- I NEVER faint). Yes, her photos are probably airbrushed in some way.

And no. I still am- most definitely- straight.

Good Professor, Bad Professor...?

Image obtained from here

Refreshing as the match I had today with two men was (one decidedly agressive, the other a mild sideki- I mean, colleague- with a genuinely friendly and honest smile), I can't help but ponder upon the origins of the whole 'Good Q, Bad Q (where Q = certain applicable professions)' faced by a person under interrogation/interview.

Even in systems like these, humans have yet to fail themselves in trying to achieve equilibrium. Equilibrium for what actually? I have a couple of guesses:

1. The emotions of the interrogated/interviewee
2. The overall mood of the interrogators/interviewers
3. The balance of good and evil in a justice/education/anything-else-applicable system. Shame it doesn't work in politics with *cough*TheMightyTun*cough* some people.

Knowing that this was inevitable, though, I did my best to show my 'game face' to both, especially the 'Bad Q' since he seemed to demand it in large quantities. I pity the other interviewer; however, he asked me less than 30% of the total questions so I logically owe his colleague more eye-contact with each explanation.

Are the 'Good Qs' merely there to lighten the atmosphere and become some sort of sickly-sweet wallpaper inside a room filled with the terrible aura of the 'Bad Qs'?

So yeah. My Good Q of the day was one of those Exceptionally Good Qs, who seem to have nothing to say against you, never demoralize you and always smile when your eyes see his (seriously, Good Qs are almost always males). He even praised me when I felt like I was gonna slump on the floor with some of my explanations of my past failures. On the other hand, my Bad Q was one of those who goes all-out on his (this, more often than not, can be applied to 'her', but in my case it was the opposite- yay! Female Bad Qs are WAAAAY nasty and I know because I've been one =P) role, with the annoying (sorry but it was!) mock-thinking expressions after your questionable answers/statements, the sarcastic laugh, the taunting questions fired off one after the other like they were emitted from some sort of missile-question-gun, the goatee/beard/moustache stroke of 'questionable objections' (they were darn interesting though, and highly intriguing- one of the reasons I just couldn't keep my eye off his facial expressions). However, I DID say all-out and not Pure Evil- his 'meanness' didn't reach his eyes (thank God) and he turned out to be really cool by showing me to the main highlight of any medical school- the cadaver room!

So after a brief pause, I started firing questions when they gave the obligatory 'Do you have any questions for us?' and one of the ones I pressed upon was regarding the cadaver room and its 'inhabitants', since they're the life (pun intended) of any medical student's pre-clinical years. He gave me permission to sneak in, get a quick peek- there were three other groups of students in there clustered around three cadavers, each with a professor/lecturer rambling away- and was pleasantly surprised to see that the cadavers were very well preserved and in great condition! I received a few smiles from the other *FEMALE* seniors in the room (most of which, I'm pretty sure, were my age or younger- hardee har har) and went out of the room with sparkles in my eyes, a big grin and a bounce in my step, as if I was a child who had just walked out of Disneyland. 'Bad Q' asked me how it was and I relayed to him my thoughts of how nice the cadavers seemed and he went, 'Of course they are, they're DEAD!' in a loudish voice in the interview-waiting-lobby place, and I burst out laughing. The others waiting for their interview whipped their heads around at me, looking puzzled- and slightly mortified (since when have I been a big fan of puns?).

Lawl.

Oh. And they said the main faculties were moving out to a bigger (10x bigger, so it seems) campus later on! He said by the time I get to my faculty of choice after this *cough*gapyear*cough* it'd be done! Kudos to Good Q for answering most of the questions that seemed to tumble out of my mouth while Bad Q ominously tried to ignore me and laughed sarcastically when I didn't stop asking. I bet he was VERY relieved when I finally said 'Thanks for your time~!' in that sickly-sweet voice I always fail to subdue after a satisfying interview. For my part or theirs, it doesn't matter; any interview over and done with are satisfying, at least for a couple of days before you start going 'OMIGAWD I SHOULDA SAID THIS INSTEAD OF THAT!'

Well-preserved cadavers can really make one's day brighter. Heheh.

Face Your Freaking Fears!

It took place at the swimming pool of building P.

A wary lady casted both eyes out, scanning the large rectangular pool for her nieces. Both appeared to be enjoying themselves immensely at the shallow end whilst their swimming instructor, a middle-aged Chinese man, shouted tips at the advanced group who were freestyling back towards him from the other end. Laughter and chatter (in the form of screaming) above the sloshing sounds made by the advanced group filled the air. The lady stopped watching and turned her portable mp3 on, plugging in the earphones, blocking the background noise. Wary, that she was, but even more weary of the noise itself. She couldn't even fathom the real reason behind her irritability that day, casting 'that' time of the month as her prime suspect. Sighing slightly, she turned towards the mp3 player and began playing one of the boring games pre-installed in it to pass the time. Solitaire. Joy.

Suddenly, as if on some sort of unheard and unseen cue, she stopped the music and plugged the earphones out, glancing up from the mp3 player to be met with the sight of a young boy shrieking against the pull of two other young boys, who were apparently dragging him to the deeper end of the pool. She remembered the young boy as the one who had enquired her earlier as to the depth of the deeper end of the pool, the response of which was a mere smile. Of course, it's so deep you would drown, the smile said. The boy seemed to fathom and, edging excitedly while holding the edges of the pool, retreated to the shallow end.

And now he was shrieking and screaming as he was being dragged against his own will by two boys around his age to that very end he was avoiding.

Now this lady was intrigued. She had put stashed away her mp3 player but made no move to approach the boys, the shrieking one looking at her pleadingly, fear apparent in his eyes whilst his screams gradually increased in volume and shrilliness. Bemused, she raised her eyebrows, casting an eye to the other end of the pool. Despite its size, which she was sure wasn't that big for other people to have missed the scene playing out before her, the swimming instructor was minding his own business as he attempted to teach a five year old to kick his legs and float. The other kids were enjoying themselves and talking to one another, unaware as well. A few parents sitting at the opposite side of the pool were chatting animatedly and seemed engrossed in their own babble; the security guards who were around the pool just a few minutes earlier, vanished. All the while her ears picked up the conversation between the three boys.

'I DON'T WANNA GO THERE!' Eyes still locked at her, willing her to stop the boys terrorizing him.
'You little wimp, LOOK! People your age are already pros at this swimming thing! When the hell are you ever gonna learn?' The boy tugging him, snarling as he persisted in dragging the kicking, thrashing boy who struggled against his grip- all in vain.
'NO! It's deep! Please, please, let me-'
'LISTEN, you chicken! If we don't do this you won't ever learn! There's nothing to be scar-'
'LET ME GOOO!'

The lady shuffled her feet on the tile, yet her body made no move towards the protesting boy. At that instant, she knew she had no reason to worry. Sure enough, ten seconds later the two boys released the 'chicken' resignedly, shaking their heads, and the latter tearfully dragged himself away whilst holding on the edge of the pool for dear life. The 'pro group'of the swimming lesson swam past the scene obliviously, sloshing water all over the seemingly traumatized boy whilst his former captors began freestyling to the other end along with them. She smiled, more amused than encouragingly at the boy, before whipping out her mp3 player again.

Pieces

Tune: Pieces by Red


I'm here again, a thousand miles away from you
A broken mess, just scattered pieces of who I am
I tried so hard, thought I could do this on my own
I've lost so much along the way


My beloved dearies... I feel torn-up. If I could mitigate this feeling, only by one-tenth of this sensation that it currently is, I would be at least 50% more satisfied with myself. Unfortunately, this is not the case; I have apparently run out of ways to... to make myself a more useful person where I am, at this very moment.

'Tis the side-effect of seeing human beings more efficacious (if this word even applies correctly), garnered by the world wide web... To say it's dispiriting is an understatement. All those achievements at such a young age, adept at utilising resources to the maximum potential... Earning money by four figures while I'm still here snivelling and dependent on my Dad's monthly allowance! I love my Dad for that. He says it's his responsibility until I get my own job; until I get a (hopefully decent) husband.

But these unbelievably inspirational people... they're already from well-off families, to put the icing on the cake. No, screw icing. How about some decorative form of marzipan? Because honestly, I've been told I should imagine I'm from a more unfortunate background to work myself that extra bit harder; to conceive the notion of struggling through everything just so I can escape the life that I already have. And there they are, on greener pastures yet still toiling like their lives depended on it...

I need my inspiration. My reasons for living, for pulling through the knee-deep mud field that life's difficulties are. As I am yet incapable of turning to God for the ultimate source of comfort without His worldly gifts for me, I instantly thought of the people who matter the most to me. Mom and Dad I've communicated with within this week. I still miss them a lot...

But I miss my adorable little brothers and sisters more, because I haven't even spoken to them for almost a month now. And it f**king sucks that I haven't even gotten their pictures to ease my heartache.

I settled with the next best thing- the most vivid memories I can conjure in my mind's eye. I need them all the more because going through turmoiled simply gives you more emo depth than normal circumstances would allow.


Then I'll see your face, I know I'm finally yours
I find everything I thought I lost before
You call my name, I come to you in pieces
So you can make me whole


My youngest brother coming back from school for the lunch break as I washed the dishes. Running to hug me from behind as I washed the plates contemplatively, staring out the window above the sink into the neat, grassy garden bordered by the white wall, beyond which the roof of the school building rose, seen between the trees lining the back wall. The doorbell chime ends to start again, letting in my youngest little sister in a flurry of soft curly hair and - and her most adorable babyjackets...

It is but the greatest irony how I find my youngest little sister at her cutest in her appropriately-named babyjackets, whilst my youngest little brother looks most precious in that oversized sweater of his. The attire that never failed them an extra long, extra crushing and most importanly very annoying hug from me.

In my mind's eyes I see them as 2-feet tall midgets- not in the deformed sense, but in the portrayal of how babyish I perceive them to be, even when they are only a few years shy of turning into teenagers.

My little baby angels are going to turn into teenagers.

It's a very disturbing fact that this fact is disturbing me so much.

But they still relent to my suffocating affection. Allow me that extra tight hug, those painful cheek pinches, my cooing over how cute they are (which should be hard, considering how they are too grown-up for my babyish cooings). I know they don't mind even if they constantly voice out otherwise because their eyes show that glimmer of affection back at me, as if they were fully comprehending their rarely-around eldest sister's need to... well, suffocate them with her 'limited edition' love.

I mean seriously. Why do I have to be so far away from them? More importantly, will I ever learn to cope with the distance?

... My youngest little sister's adorable demonstration of how the new weird-looking toaster works, complete with the final 'Ting!' and a 'Tadaa~!' that I torment her with every single day after that because it was so ethereally cute... And misleading. Of all of us, I have to admit that at her age, she shows the greatest promise of being The Responsible One, despite her kawaii-ness and totally childish crushes *snickers* DON'T TELL HER I SAID THAT!

... My youngest little brother's heart-swelling, butt-kicking athletic prowess which witnessed the downfall of each and every one of his other classmates on Sports Day (except for that Scottish kid with that annoying blonde mohawk who's a grade older than him and supposed to be in the other category, who pushed my brother 3 metres from the finish of the 400m run and succeded in making my brother land second place because he's about a foot taller and half a foot wider than my brother... right after that event he sat on the side of the track and complained of how badly his feet hurt, resulting in his non-participation in every event afterwards bar the final tug-of-war *cough*serveshimright!*cough*)

Then there are my already-teenage oldest little sister and oldest little brother. Annoying former, though we are so undeniably alike in numerous, surprising ways... And the best, most understanding teenage little brother any sister in the world can ever have.


I've come undone
But you make sense of who I am
Like puzzle pieces in your eye


She's the annoying brat in the family, our very own drama queen, the FedEx member. She's beautiful but never seemed to indicate any sign that she realizes that, which is for the better. We pick on almost everything she does, with good reason; she tends to mess up just about everything!
... And yet our tastes just click. Proven most recently by the cash shop items chosen by me in a new private server MMORPG I've tried: after each item of my initial choosing my youngest little brother would (squeak) say 'But that's what she chose earlier', to my great consternation.
Not to mention her taste in girly books exactly match mine, a fact I still deny even as I sneakily snatch a book or two from the bookshelf in her room for some light late-night reading. I know she wouldn't mind, but I wouldn't give her the pleasure of knowing that I enjoy the same books as she does, no matter how partial her tastes are to mine. It's a weird sisterly love that I reserve specially for her. I definitely do not have the same fashion sense and conscience as she does though. And from what I can derive from my parents, our intelligence sets us apart the furthest. I take that as a compliment. Evil me.

He's my oldest friend within the family, the closest human being to me apart from my Mom. Possibly closer to me than my Mom. We share 97% or our secrets with each other, an almost-impossible feat for any other twenty-year-old sister and eighteen-year-old brother.
... In fact, he means so much to me I can't even begin to describe him. Ever so understanding, yet funny and annoying. Ever so caring, yet oblivious to our existence at times. So oblivious he incurs the wrath of T3h M1ghty Dadz0r almost every dinnertime during the weekends when he's home! Yet everyone loves him and it doesn't even spark the slightest bit of envy from me... Okay, it does sometimes, when Mom wouldn't quit talking about how perfect he is in her eyes. Despite the fact that she smothers him with a lot of attention, I could never induce vomiting for his part because...he deserves every usually-vomit-inducing part of the praises sung for him.


I tried so hard, so hard
I tried so hard


And no matter how much less I need to rely on their existence in my memories when they're not around, however hard I try...

A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H, I, J- KENNY!

Kenny Sia is the most entertaining blogger ever.

I wasted hours of my time, precious time that could or SHOULD actually be spent doing more research on my upcoming interview, reading up on his old posts because he's just such an efficient blogger (in the sense that he blogs frequently, and have content-packed entries almost each time). I pity the fact that people seem to exert him to entertain them with his natural comedic(?) talent through his writings because I found his normal, heartfelt posts just as alluring, albeit in a more 'moral of the story' way. In fact, one of the reasons he (his blog, ultimately) appealed to me is because of the lessons in life that I could derive from his posts. Hidden behind his humorous remarks on daily happenings are things normal people should bear in mind, helpful hints with which we could, surely, live life that extra bit towards the fullest. Though his cultures and main beliefs are different from mine, meaning I can't do half the exciting stuff he gets to do, I find that his posts are more than enough to show me more of the world and its quirky, interesting and, inevitably, assy inhabitants. No, I do not mean babboons in this context- that was reserved specially for insufferable human beings. Plus, he seems like a very decent guy, all in all. He has a good set of brains in his noggin, but realizes the importance of not taking stuff too seriously when you don't need to, and is more corteous to others than he gives himself credit for.

Aaaanywho.

Wait a minute. That's all I have for today on how I'm feeling.

I'm so unimaginative.

Current Tune: I Will Love You by Yui

They're Gonna Do It All!

Building a beach in their backyard...

Giving a monkey a shower...

They're typical, if not some of the more mundane activities that two overly-imaginative kids get up to during their summer holidays!

Young children in school must be the luckiest beings on earth. They have no responsibilities whatsoever aside from doing their homework and the occasional chores, have easy school work and loads of free time and, best of all, a 104-day summer break! Being kids, it must be sort of overbearing to come up with ideas to make each day worthwhile (THAT'S how lucky they are)...

Which is what Phineas and Ferb are all about!

To all the overly-imaginative kids outside the cartoon realm, Phineas and Ferb may be the creative outlet needed to display all the ingenious planning in their minds on some of the wackiest summer holiday activities anyone can ever come up with! Bringing never-before-seen plans to zest up any boring summer day, Phineas is the big thinker, with his stepbrother, Ferb, as the genius who realizes his plans. From building large ice-cream machines to monster trucks that could convert into the family car in an instant, Ferb is the quiet yet highly intelligent inventor who seems to dwell in the shadow of his creative, more outgoing stepbrother Phil, and yet does not appear to mind. They have a pet platypus, Perry, which ALSO happens to be a secret agent with an evil arch-nemesis, Doofenschmirtz (I think). Phineas and Ferb think Perry is a mere platypus who does nothing at all and disappears almost everytime they come up with an ingenious activity ("Hey... where's Perry?"); boy, they've never been more wrong. While their plans are being realized, Perry is undercover, on his way to foiling yet another of the evil (yet surprisingly moronic and funny) genius Doofenschmirtz's plans to... overtake the world, I'm guessing. Doofenschmirtz's ebuln3ss makes Mojo Jojo seem like a terrorizing big-headed monkey- Err wait a minute, that sounds just about right when it's not supposed to be...

Anyway, behind every successful genius plan is a Thwarter, as I'd like to call it- a person with much more conservative (and undeniably more logical) views and reasonings; at least one person who wouldn't be stoked to see the plan realized. In this particular case, the Thwarter is Candace, their older, teenage sister whose only (may I say overused and unimaginative) move everytime seeing her brothers come up with something is to call their Mom. Being inside the typical cartoony world, she NEVER succeeded in showing their mother the true works of genius Phineas and Ferb manage to scheme everytime! I'm guessing their father is a wee bit on the clueless side- an artist- who appears very docile and harmless. He was even involved in their monster truck plan to help Candace gain her confidence in parallel parking. Candace happens to have a huge crush on this guy I can't remember the name of- he seems to be about the only thing that could distract her off of trying to tell on her brothers.

Their mother, Mom (she has no specific name that I know of) seems like the type of mother who can't sit still at home during her children's (presence!) summer holidays. She's always off to cooking class, at home playing cards with other moms while her children are out, doing grocery shopping while her children are having fun in their colossal backyard beach... though she seems like a decent enough mother. She is so used to Candace calling her during her activities and interrupting them that she gets insanely worried when Candace does not interrupt her at all and says that everything is fine while she's away, leading her to cut her current activity short to check up on them! That was what made me sure that she's a normal, caring decent Mom, despite her frequent absences around her children throughout the show.

And of course, there's Isabella- a very cute girl scout who, in my opinion, fancies Phineas, and thus is always around to help him realize his plans with her girl scout skills and, when necessary, friends. She's always calling him up to ask him on his most recent activity with a casual "Whatcha doooing?" and of course, always gets to join in the fun! One of her most notable (if not plausible- but what cartoon show would hit it off with kids if it were plausible?) contributions to Phineas and Ferb's plans has got to be leading her other Girl Scouts members as their pit crew when both boys decided to join in a car racing competition (may I just add, the girls made a kick-ass pit crew!).

If it ain't apparent enough yet, I love this show. Phineas and Ferb, though portrayed as big thinkers and always doing stuff that are not advisable to kids their age (or even anyone without some uber architectural and engineering skills, for that matter), are actually very nice kids who never fail to be polite to their friends and family and always think of other people to include in their fun. They share their temporary inventions with other people, are never bitter on Candace for her usual 'Ooh, I'm telling Mooom!' and never refuse to help other people. 'Sides, their show is fun without the stupidity- like most of the stuff Cartoon Network had to offer. I thought Cow and Chicken and I M Weasel are the worst cartoon shows on earth for kids. Boring and sort of vulgar. Not to mention Sheep in the Big City, Mike, Lu and Ogg, Ed, Edd and Eddy and others of the like. About the only cartoons I liked from Cartoon Network are the classic ones like Tom and Jerry and Courage the Cowardly Dog.

Phineas and Ferb are on Disney Channel here and over in RT.
So that puts Fairly Odd Parents, of Nickelodeon, on the second spot of my favorite cartoons list!

And may I just note that anime *squeal!* is in NO WAY related to the genre of cartoons asides from the fact that they are both in 2D and for most of the time, highly colourful and non-realistic.