My Adventure on Foreign Soil!

I’m making it sound more epic than it actually is. Hey, embassies are considered the soil of the country they belong to, so I’m technically correct. Geez, it needs a touch of dramatic flare, is all.

It was QUICK. They newly introduced an actual appointment system, with ticket numbers like at a fast food place, and it’s so much more efficient and less messy than before. Five years ago, it was on a first come first served basis, and it sucked. I’d have to miss school and stay at the embassy for around six hours just for a ten minute interview, and a few signatures.

We were out of there in an HOUR. And it only took us that long too because the cashier wasn’t in at the time, so we had to wait a bit. Plus, other people were still showing up. I love hour our stereotypical Desi un-punctuality is even influencing an embassy of a foreign nation ❤ It brings a tear to my “dual” national eye :’)

While the first dude was checking out our application for my passport renewal, he was fiddling with the date stamp, and after a while finally stamped 28 July 2014 onto the form. It’s June, bro. My dad politely asked why he’d stamped July, and then realizing his error, fixed it. He also forgot which ink to sign at the bottom of the form in, so it was fixed up professionally with half a black signature that had been finished and rewritten in red ink. Poor guy must’ve been reaaally sleepy, really off his game, or just plain ol’ clumsy. Who knows.

The second dude that conducted my interview (they didn’t have me take a proper oath, but I still had to promise that I hadn’t lied on the forms, with my right hand raised. I hope that’s the closest I ever get to a proper oath too 😛 ) was a gora guy, and he was pretty great at what he was doing with the questions, and answering those my dad asked too.

There was also a stop between these two guys, which was stopping and paying the cashier the fees for the new passport.

We were waiting for the cashier to open shop, and this other family, that came AFTER we did, just stood huddled in front of the station, like they belonged there! I was pretty miffed at their hurry, and their rudeness, especially since they were counting out which ticket holder had to go up to which window. It was hence pretty satisfying when they were asked to move, and our ticket number was called. That aunty’s smug, haughty look was wiped clean of her face then as she shuffled back to take a seat and wait her turn like everyone else. Hah. Justice. #TheTripleA

That’s about it for that. I didn’t get much sleep last night though…even though I went to bed at around 1 am, I didn’t fall asleep until four. And so I’m running on two hours of sleep, and basically sugar and sunlight~

It was fun. We went to Second Cup afterwards, grabbed a bit of coffee, and some other tidbits (double chocolate muffin, a slice of apple pie, a chicken wrap). Ammi of course wasn’t very fond of her coffee. She’d ordered a medium/regular size too! I got a Cuzco, which is this nutty(aw yeah) chocolate-ish (barely) Latin American blend of coffee, apparently. Adding foam milk just made it all the more better ❤ (Ammi used up half the brown sugars we’d been served, so I only got to use two packets 😦 )

Aaaand now I’m home, typing this out, while I load up a Rizzoli & Isles episode ^_^

Hee hee, well, I’m off now 😛

I’ll type out more about Ayesha’s birthday later today, I hope~

Crazy, Chocolate, and Cookies,
-Frostie
the magical as hell snowman. 

 

So for Cartoon Day..

After coming up with like three separate costume ideas for which cartoon character to go as, and that isn’t even counting the anime ones (Timmy Tuner from Fairly Odd Parents, Spanelli from Recess, Ash Ketchum from Pokemon, and Tyson Granger from Beyblade.), nor the ones I thought up for Ayesha,I finally got all dressed in my large green sweater, black skinnies, and a size too big black converse that I stole from Que (yuuup, I was THAT dedicated to my costume. I could’ve just worn my grey boots or black flats- but NO, I HAAAD to wear black converse. Big ones, at that.), and went as Number 3 from the Kids Next Door!

Numbah 3

 

It worked that I had straight, dark hair. And I’m short, so passing off as a kid has never been a true challenge. And I act like number three too, so that works ^_^

The best part was that I could burst into song- THIS song!

Rainbow monkeys, Rainbow monkeys, oh so very round and suuuper chunky!
Bringing loove wherever they go. Everyone’s made of a biig rainboooow!
Oh, red and orange, and pink and bluue,
Rainbow monkeys, Rainbow monkeys, we love yooou!!

And it would make total sense.

RAINBOW MONKEY!

The coolest thing was when I told Zaid I was Number 3 from KND, and he just had this *mindblown* expression on his face, scanned me, then went “you are!!”. But it wasn’t my outfit he was talking about, he meant that I AM Number 3. “you ARE Number 3!!”

It was fab.

Then there was this total #Beelive moment where I found out that apparently Alya went as Number 3 as well last year on Cartoon Day =D I had no idea, and I didn’t even discuss with her my costume for the day! So perfect, my beelive buddy =3

There was also some other really awesome costumes. Zaid just became “cartoony” and not a cartoon character. He wore a Daffy Duck T-shirt (one I wish was mine >.> ), jeans, SHORTS on top of the jeans, a blue strippy TIE, and a hoodie. He looked retarded and utterly hilarious.

Shayan’s costume was utterly amazing too. He wore a suit, and when asked da hell he was, he would play a song on his phone, unbutton his shirt, and flash the superman tee he was wearing underneath it. It was pretty coolio.

But not nearly as coolio as the conversation/argument/debate-ish we were having at the end of Computers.

Which was basically debating upon who was cooler- Shayan as Superman, or me as Number 3. And who had the cooler song (really, what kind of question is that? Rainbow Monkeys FTW!)

He went on how he could fly to and back from the Sun.
Pshaw, I’ve been flying since I was four! And bro, I AM the sun.
He kind of stopped there. I didn’t even get to say that without me, the sun, he wouldn’t even HAVE any super powers =(

This other dude, in Physics, Rana, thought I was the Green Lantern =O Cuz I was wearing this ring that looked like his, with a silver band, and a green gem. (Aka my Mist Guardian Yamamoto ring. Well, I named it such today, when I tried on Alya’s legit Guardian Yamamoto ring, and it matched the color of the stone in that one perfectly.) It was just SO awesome and totally made my day. I’ve been saying that I am the Green Lantern since I was in third grade. And now someone thought I actually was, even though I was dressed as something totally different. But still- it’s a part of me, and it was recognized, so I feel awesome.

Green is a huuuge contributor to me. It’s  a part of me, it simply is, for so many reasons. Ireland, Green Lantern, the Mint Chutney, Number 3 now maybe?, Shamlocks, clovers, and sooo much more =3

But still, it was fun today ^_^

Lyla went as OceanBird, Mandark/Suzan’s mom from Dexter’s Laboratory. Ammar went as TJ from Recess. I’m so glad I didn’t go as Spanelli after that =P But I didn’t see Ammar wear the hat at ALL, so I felt pretty ripped off =Y

Alya went all out and wore her Batman tights, but that’s all that was cartoony about her outfit =/

Amal stole Alya’s comic hoodie.

Tomorrow’s the day we wear white. And I don’t own anything white except for this one shirt that’s got this rainbow spider web on it, which kind of defeats the purpose of the day being themed white…I’d totally wear that, but it’s packed away in my Summer stuff, so I don’t think I’ll be able to get it out…Then the only other thing is my special special sequin snowflake sweater, but it’s too sacred to wear just cuz of the white theme. So I’m still figuring out what to do for that.

There’s also a Pajama Day, and that is the day I go yelling “Eh, Pajama party, is it?!” to everyone, and hoping beyond hope that someone gets that I’m quoting Mad Eye Moody.

Well, that’s all, I guess. Now to actually out a small theory that I firmly believe in. And all theories/philosophies deserve their own posts. It’s only natural that they be given such importance.

So now I poof.

nope.

HA HA, I deciiiieeeved you!

-The Mint Chutney
Desi to the extreme

*poof*

Ze Winter Solstice ’13

Happy Winter Solstice y’all!

I love the Winter Solstice. I’m not Christian, but it’s basically my non-religious Christmas =D

It’s the day with the snowflakes, the day where I’ve gotta have hot chocolate and/or coffee in my specially awesome intended-to-be-Christmas-themed-coffee-thermos-that-is-now-Winter-Solstice-themed, and I hope today of all days I get to wear my Snowflake Sequined Sweater for the first time ever ^_^

But the classical agenda for the day is to read a good book, enjoy that hot drink, and stare out the window at the snowfall/imagine that snowfall if it ain’t snowing. Well, that’s if I haven’t got a party planned. And cuz of yesterday’s festivities, I don’t. But still. It’s amazing ❤

I’ll post a little Winter Solstice DIY later too =3

A little bit of info on it- It’s the 21st of December and its the shortest day of the Gregorian Calender. I don’t know that much about it, honestly. I’ve read about it cuz of Greek Mythology, but I’d love to know more about it’s origins, and how it might’ve been celebrated back in the day, if at all. I’m gonna do some research on it today now too =)

Zat’s all for now =)

Crazy, Chocolate, and Cookies,
-Ze

The Retarded Effects of Coffee

I should have you know what the hell coffee does to a crazy, already hyper person like me.

first of all, the TEMPERATURE of the coffee is an insanely important factor in figuring out whats about to happen.

if its hot/warm coffee:
then its still too hot. i can NEVER have hot coffee. not even warm coffee. i have warmish semi lukewarm coffee. and it makes it impossible for me to sleep. i admit, i dont have coffee regularly or even often, but i really do love it. and cuz i dont have it often, i dont get a caffine buzz. but i still cant sleep. and sometimes, i get suuuper hyper. but not high. oh no. thats for other occasions like math class or when im sick..(more on that later =P )

and now for when i have cold coffee…

it sorta depends. if its the frothy milkshake type thing than i get hyper. and a bit more crazy than usual. dont give me frothy milkshake like cold coffee (especially one already loaded with sugar. not even one thats sugar free. cuz ill just end up adding a TON of sugar to it and then get even more…uncontrollable.) if you value any peace, tranquility, or if you have a terrible aversion to kids. just imagine 7  three year olds running around you, pulling your hair and tugging on the hem of your shirt, yelling at the top of their lungs. if that imagery doesnt please you then dont give me this kind of coffee. or else. you have been warned 😉 well, that image isnt entirely appropriate. First off, i am taller than them. and i have longer lung capacity to yell with. i can also run faster. and forget tugging at you-what good is that anyways? unless i need you to take me to the bathroom-ill just pick pocket you. …and possibly place those stolen goods in other peoples bags, hands, pockets, etc. so yeaaaah.

Nescafe Cold Coffee.

tastes just so freaking good. yuuuummmm. love the stuff. but it makes me shit sleepy. the first time i had it, i fell asleep exactly where i was. which was the floor of my room. i woke up two hours later with a pins and needles feeling on my entire right arm which, at the time, was my pillow. sooo…. yeah, sleepy =P

i actually had a sip of some today, and now i feel like im about to drop dead. just this one super tiny teeniest of teeny tiny sips. and still…

ok, now i just gotta mention the bribery thing, and im off to bed soon =)

On Themes and Christmas Nicknames:

recently, ive been going on a themes rampage. =P haha, yeah, ive been changing the theme of this blog from my fav artsy one to that chocolate brown one to this pink christmasy celebration one. all in the grand span of one week, barely =P

thing is, i wanted to deviate from my usual thing, and i thought id use a more wintry them. and that choco one reminded me of a coffee place’s menu so i chose that. doesnt get more apt (with this blogs name and all..) and the whole having a hot cup of coffee in this crisp cold wintry windy weather. so yeah.

i was actually fed up with that dull one and thought id go back to the usual colorful and bright one but then i found this one. Christmasyyyy! yaay =) theres even an ELF! haha, though im gonna call it a leprechaun to show off and underline my non-existing Irish lineage =D 

i shall now be using my nickname Frosty more that the Wattson thang =P hee hee

actually, i inspired christmas nicknames with all my friends. (one day i kinda just went ‘hey christmas characters are so cool, i wish i had a christmas nickname =(‘ or ‘wouldnt it be fun to have christmasy nicknames?’ or something along those lines, and tadaaa~ it hapened =P ) i got dubbed Frosty, my friend amna got rudolf (yeah, an f. since she seriously thought it was spelled that way, *laugh*), and ayesha, dainty little fancy formal ayesha, got the polar bear from the soft mints ice commercial =) yep, a desi christmas character ^_^ since that polar bear lacks a name, we knight her for what she’s famous for. ‘Sharingaaa!’ xD 

Once a pal of mine, suleman, got a terrible flu but his mom still sent him to school. so his nose was all red and my entire group started calling him rudolph. now, the original rudolf, amna, was peeved at this cuz she thinks he is no where awesome enough to deserve her nickname (..and that he’s too ugly to have the same nickname as her =D that was mean of her, but still she and he arent even friends. barely on speaking terms since they dont really know each other). we still joked that amna got her title as head honch of the reindeer taken away and stolen by the Flighty Flu Wonder (aka suleman, since reindeer can fly.)

singing christmas carols all year round, wohoo!

-Frosty