A Long Break, and a Hilarious Dub

So I have a break in my CIEs. A loooong break. A twenty day long break, to be exact. And after which, I have my Physics practical. A day break, and then my Chemistry one. After which I have something around six days, then my Chemistry MCQs, another day gap, then lastly and finally, my Physics MCQs.

Haah, the papers with all the writing are overrr! There’s no more Maths ( =( ), and there’s no more theorieessss~!

Moving on…

I found something hilarious yesterday. As you know, I’ve been wathing Yu-Gi-Oh! for the first time. And I remembered earlier in the school year, Zara and I were discussing it. She mentioned watching an abridged of it. And I recalled this last night, at around one am, after I forced Que to watch three episodes of No Game No Life. (He fell in love with it, evidently.) That’s how  I found the Yugioh Abridged series by LittleKurioboh. And it’s damn hilaaaarious~!

Must watch for anyone that’s scene Yu-Gi-Oh!

Although it’s really tough to find all the videos on youtube, since apparently LittleKuriboh got banned or something, and all the playlists of the series were deleted/the videos were deleted/removed. So I googled it, and found a site with the complete videos on them! There’s this one too, but the order of the vids all jumbled up, as far as I can tell.

If you ever wanted to know why Yugi’s such a hobbit, why Tristen’s in this show in the first place, and what is up with Joey’s accent, you should totally watch this. It also explains why there are but only two female characters in the entire show, plus, why Mai can never beat Joey. Who is Taya gonna end up falling for? Why is Bokura a British prick? And much muuuch more!

Now I guess I’ll recycle my sexy transformation sequence!
(Something along those lines) -Yugi, Yugioh Abridged.

-Ali

 

 

 

Dan Brown’s Inferno

‘Dante’s Inferfon, Langdon thought. Inspiring Foreboding pieces of art since 1330.’
-Dan Brown’s Inferno

So ive been reading the Inferno nowadays (yes, thats where my pink heart paperclip bookmark is residing currently =P ) and its just so…different form all his other stuff so far! different indeed. And as im soo into art, and theres that literature student thing, this one quote threw me through the roof- i initially typed ‘foof’ =P -and its just SO TRUE. but really, epicness, and funny and so langdon. love your work, brown ❤ aaaaand now i wanna read inferno =( =/ oh, and sadly, i havent read dantes inferno first. i found out its originally a part of, er, a group of poems? no, stanzas of one long poem. The Divine Comedy. And honestly i was just laughing at something like the INFERNO being a ‘comedy’. turns out langdon knew his literature much better than me (point one for langdon, zero for me =( ) and explained how a comedy was written in slang-ish, regular, colloquil italian/language and not fancy formal, like shakespear stuff =) buuuut yeaaaah, this book…no idea HOW i feel about it yet…’only time will tell.’ =D

and thats what reminded me of this…
only time will tell

yeaaaah, now that ive shocked you all with the amazing workings of my brain and thought process, i think ill just go now..

Quote of Ze Day-Stars, Fathoming, & Constellations-John Green

Quote of Ze Day-Stars, Fathoming, & Constellations-John Green

AAAAARRRGGGhhh. i STILL havent managed to get my hands on a copy of the Fault in Our Stars, and hence, stilll havent read it! grrr. ive been looking forward to reading this book since FOREVER. gjrnoeudgf. it also doesnt help that my evil laptop just erased my entire post right before i could post it, and the anger erased most of it from my memory. anyways, i havent read the book which im probably sure this beautiful and elequent quote is from. siigh. although, i do think i can post this quote as i have been following the vlogbrothers on youtube, hank and john green’s channel, since, um, 2010 or 2009, not sure when exactly, but i have watched all their stuff from 2007. so im sure i know enough about john green to post this without doing him the justice of reading the entire book. or not. sorry, john green =) but anyhoo, this quote shall be very helpful next semester at school. all my teachers complain my expressionism sucks, and really needs improvement. (i think thats tosh, since i still get great grades and i get my point across. although in literature i do think i could use some work…but in all other subjects, i personally think im fine =/) so this is what i shall say to them then. yeeep. cant wait to see their reaction. especially if they have come across john greens work =)
weelll, im done.
DFTBA!

Exam Prep/Freak Out/Past Paper Rage

Yeah, yeah, i know, i should be studying right now. and chill out, i AM. im doing physics MCQ past papers on Xtremepapers.com right now. so yeah.

but i am freaked. i mean, ive got the most important exams of my life in 6 days- wait, no its past midnight so technically five days. not like im counting. oh no. my friends do that for me. ‘only ___ days til our exams, like, ohmagooodddd!!’ you are not making the pressure any easier to deal with, oh dearest friends of mine -.-

so anyways, i was supposed to get my past paper booklets yesterday. i ordered them on sat, paid for 75% of them, and even had a witness. buuut, evil photocopier dude, LOST my order, and on top of that, FORGOT to print them out. so i was told to pick them up today. but, boy, did i freak out. i cried and cried, that theres only a week left, and the freakin loser just cost me a day of my prep time! grrr…but i finally got them today, so im feeling a loooot better about my prep, although im still freaking and ill tell you why.

one, im not a genius nor a nerd; im not adil nor a fiza. ive only started preparing for Bio. (theory is right after the atps.) and ive done math past papers sorta at my math tution. but otherwise, i havent studied shit seriously for physics, and i havent as yet TOUCHED chemistry. so im freaking out majorly about chemistry…

And Math. see, i havent practiced math in atleast a yr, since i got sir sohrab as my teacher, and im totally out of practice and my prep is literally less than one fourth the prep i had LAST year when i attended sir farid’s math tution and didnt even GIVE the exam last year…so very veryyy scared about even math. and i used to be better than adil at it too!! >.< aaarrrggghhhh

speaking of genius adil, i talked to his mom the day we were getting our mock results (were childhood friends;ive known him since 3rd grade) and shes going on how shes forcing a genius like adil to study 8 hours a day. lady, im not even studying 3! 3 hours, max, breaks included. im soooo scaaared =(

and and literature. i havent even ever once finished reading the entire wuthering heights. when i went off to the national debating thing, i missed loads of stuff, and havent really read up on what i missed. soo yeaaah. there shall always be apprehensive when it comes to the literarure exam, regardless of your mock grade (i got a 82%! the only one in class who got over 80! ME! and A!! =O) and prep, and grasp of the storyline/plot/ coursework, basically.

and then theres loaaads of nervousness when it comes down to the science subjects too..very much so…i hope i truly pray for atleast an A in physics so i dont have to regive it…

i hope and pray these cursed exams go well. then i can finally look forward to a whole summer vacation of nothingness and  , eventually, boredome. ah, but that boredome is still much more preffered over this evil evil exam time, no? =P

i cant wait for this stuff to end….

and i do promise, as soon as my exams end, ill update my blog. bring it up to speed. ill put all my wacko weirdo dreams up. ill add a bunch more of gahssip junk from the Lyla and co. group. and ill talk more about random shiz again =)

until then, toodles~

haha, toodles =P pathetic…

Later, Homies!

yeaaah, i know the ‘homies’ doesnt make it all that much cooler…=P

Infinite Knowledge and Doughnut Essays

Last night i had a dream. =O its weird, just unusual, and not like its one of my  dreams…its just different, and relatively normal.

Now, the setting. it was my room. well, not exactly. it was the exact shape of my room, but it wasnt lilac, it was white. and none of my furniture was in that room (major things, like the bed, my sofa-chair, my closet, my desk, my bookshelves). but my things, my stuff was set all around the rooms edges. my candles were on the ledge, my artsy designs were on the walls, my decorations were up, my cards collage behind the door was still there, but only my bulletin board wasnt there.

then we come to the chairs. there were chairs all over my room, they were the only furniture in there, and they were, randomly, the chairs from my tution/cram school =/ but yeah. and theres this one that was where my radiator/heater would be, facing my jangling colorful square beads curtain. all the others were facing out the window (except there was no window), in rows and columns.

My least favorite light was on. the white one thats right above my bed and on the UPS. (my fav are the two  flower spotlights that are connected together, and give off a candle lit light that i adore. its just so medieval and pretty =) )

Now, Sir Tariq (my English Lang teacher) is sitting on that lone seat. and on all others, there are a bunch of teenagers there, including me. there are people from different schools, mostly mine, people from my tution, loads of assorted people. and theyre talking with each other. then some Sir Tariq gets up, starts reading us out some essay, but is interrupted by like two or three late students (late to what, i have no idea =/ ) He gets angry, starts to lecture them, and then, for some reason, shahzada aman comes in, all shy and six feet three (he is most definately taller than that, id say atleast 6 4.) Sir sees aman, and immediately insists that HE read out the essay, since he wrote it or since the sir had a sore throat, or something like that. anyways, before he hands aman the notebook, he tells us this strange metaphor. but since i cant phrase it properly, that metaphor shall be converted to a simile (but i know that it was initially a metaphor). that half an essay is  like a doughnut. and from that, he started drawing on this white board that appeared from no where, discreetly, behind him, where my bulletin board ought to be. its this weird, two doughnuts next to each other, touching, and theyre crudely drawn, and not good circles at all. he was telling us that where the doughnuts meet, is the half point of our essay. baffled now as i think back on it, yet dream-me had no issues with this knowledge, and was gracefully noting it down and adding descriptions, points, and explanations to her notes.

Then, as soon as Sir Tariq was explaining all of this, loads of students start streaming in, late, chatting, making noise. before, the chairs were filled with only one-third of their true potential (as in, true seating capacity =P ) and now theyre like all full. and i lost sight of Sir Tariq after that, and everyone was seated, then this new teacher appeared.

im not sure whether she was short or tall. she was sitting on the seat Sir-Doughnut-metaphor was using before her. she had her legs crossed. and she flashed resemblence between two people (one a fictional character, the shrink from Pretty Little Liars season 2 episode either 1 or 2. not sure. the other a classmate at my tution, my friend Usra) yet looked completely different and someone id never seen before.

she smiled at us, then at me (yeah, i hate it when teachers zero in on you). she whispered something, and strangely, i heard her and was the only one to. all the other kids were still talking, still gossiping, still chatting. i was sleepy (yeah, sleepy in a dream, ironic i know =P ) and was resting my head on the seat infront of me while training my eyes on her. and yet, despite all that noise, i still heard her whisper. she promised, she tried to bribe us with ‘infinite knowledge’. and that got my attention, plus i was already creeped out and freaked out from the whole i heard her whisper episode.

and then, like a traveling breeze, she disappeared. with the whole whooshing sound and everything, i think she even left a pattha/leaf behind. Leaving behind only her whispered promise…and the leaf. She was gone with the wind. (hahaha, i made a pun =P im so proud of myself. ususally my puns suck, are stupid, dont make sense…but yay =) )

so yeaaaaah. my dreeaaam. =P strange, weird, insane, stupid, random, knowledgeable, etc? ikr?! =) okaaaaay. im done.

gonna go watch some more PLL now, its daylight hours afterall ^_^

French James Bond, and Accented Me

The Names Bashir. Bashir Sahab.

It all starts at that scene where (skyfall:)  Bond and Q are sitting on a bench, discussing a painting of a ‘bloody boat’. And their having the same conversation as in the movie, but they never reach the point in the conversation where Q gives Bond a radio transmitter, and that specialized gun. Because they were interrupted.

By me. a pillar of green fire just lights up and appears out of nowhere next to them, they both sense it, freeze, but dont turn around, and wait. i step out of the flames, and just walk over to their bench. and it was as though time had stopped flowing at that point, and it started gushing again as soon as i began walking. no one else noticed me or anything out of the ordinary.

i great them (all professional spy-like) with a ‘hello, boys’. (i had a proper british accent too, yaay!) and then i zone out of their conversation and take note of my surroundings, as any experienced spy/body guard would at this point. I took note of all the exits, and everyone in the room. no one was paying any attention to Q or Bond. good. as it should be; they werent supposed to be attracting anyone’s attention. but then i felt a gaze behind me, trained on the back of my head. so i turn around to see, the dorky friend of mine, suleman.

But this suleman is not not as dorky as the real one  is dressed like a gangster in his black leather jacket, smoking a cigarette, and radiating an aura of evil. He’s at one of the entrances, leaning on the doorway passage thing, next to a trashcan (0ne of those with a upper bit thats for smoking, like a pile of sand to stick your lit cigarette into, to put it out) that was littered with cigarettes already. Before i can react to his evilness and staring at me, he turns to stare/glare at someone else. i immediately list him as a troublemaker (and a thug wanna be) and decide to keep a general guard up against him, but turn away from him after a bit.

Then, all of a sudden, we hear an explosion. i feel the shake, the shock, the tremor pass all through the museum, the pillars, and me. everyone evacuates, i turn to see suleman, but hes no longer at his post. so bond being bond, and me being me, run together at the speed of light to the room right next to us, where the explosion had come from. and Q being Q, sighed, and then chased after us.

Inside, we see that the statue at the centre of the room, which i had already seen before, was what had exploded. but the explosion had only altered the original statue. it was now a black marbled man, with a ton of dirty sand dumped on him, and many many cigarettes littered everywhere. Instantly, i think of suleman. and i go running back, but i dont see him anywhere inside the art gallary museum. so i ruuuun outside, with bond at my heels and we see him outside. he sees us, looks bewildered for a bit, but then he has the expression of the Ooooh of understandment, and then makes a run for it. classic bad guy move.

so we chase him. and chase him. and chaaase him. we chase him all the way from Britain (where we were), to Italy, to France. and then, we finally catch him because the french are just so epically amazingly awesome. I forgot the details exactly, but i think a mime tripped suleman, then bashed him on the head so he couldnt get up. suleman crashes into one of those open on the street cafes, and gets tangled up in loads of tables. Ze Helpful Waiter the fifth, comes over and accidentally spills a drink on sulemans head, so he regains consciousness. (cuz, you know, the french can only be helpful if its by accident =) im kidding, im kidding, i love the french ❤ ) anyways, we catch up to him, and this is the part which gets just a bit challenging. ligually.

Suleman starts speaking japenese. i dont know it. so i kindly request him to speak english, ‘speak english, dork!’ while bashing him on the arm. he starts speaking italian. im confused, cuz i know i should be able to understand him, but i cant. and then james bond, kinda pushes past me (we were towering over him, cuz were standing, and hes on the floor),kinda a ‘i got this’ way, and starts speaking roman. and now im really confused, and for some reason i start panicking. and these two guys can actually understand each other. ( i felt like yelling ‘how the f can you understand each other?! your speaking different languages!!’)   then, i you know say ‘can we, you know, shift over to english, if you will? so i can understand what your saying?’ in a heat of anger. bond kindly shifts to french now -.- thanks a lot, bond.but no. continue being European, why dont you -______- thhheeeen, i burst out speaking nothing but Greek, and they cant understand me, and i cant stop. i try to speak english but i just couldnt. but then, bond calms me down by speaking in english and  i use the most epic method/way ever to speak english agian. i concentrate on an irish accent, and then i can speak english again, albeit it was in a sucky irish accent but i was happy, chuffed, relieved, and chill =)

while this whole language confusion was happening, we had called the british authorities to come get suleman, once we caught him, so we were only waiting for some british  cops, governor, lestrage, to show up to arrest him. then this police boat (from britain) comes to capture suleman, and he goes off to jail (ask bond why) and then bond and i go back to debating art pieces and breaking out into epic ninja fights. oh, what a fun adventure, if i do say so myself =)

003, debriefed.