MafiaMissions: an Infiltration, a Drug Lord, and a Getaway Car

The night before the night before last night, I surprisingly had a random, crazy dream.

It starts off at my old house in Pakistan, and I’ve decided to infiltrate this drug lord that is threatening authority in my territory. Oh, if you haven’t figured it out, of course I’m a mafia head in this dream.

So I get disguised slightly so I’m not immediately recognizable and walk on over to their lair (which was very conveniently the evil catnapper’s house- recall how saachi was kidnapped). Anyhoo, I’d gone during midday, so it’s sunny as heeeeck but inside the house, the entire place is dark and gloomy with a lot of black lights all over the place. I encountered a few people, but those henchmen weren’t the ones I wanted to deal with, so I ignored them as they wobbled past in their drug induced trance, giggling eerily every now and then.

I finally found a big fish worth following and he lead me to a public bathroom styled bathroom. It was gross and weird, but it was what it was. I didn’t hesitate to follow him into the guys bathroom, but once inside, he didn’t come out for a while, and so I just waited on a bench near the entrance for him to come out of a stall. But he never did, so I thought he might’ve fallen asleep. In a moment of annoyance and impatience, I got up to walk out in a huff, but then Abdallah suddenly showed up casually saying hi like he had been looking for me. He also didn’t seem to be under any drug influences.

Even dream-me was momentarily dazed by this development, and he just hugged me as a greeting then sat down on the bench next to me. In an attempt to absorb this, dream-me just plopped back down on the bench. Abdallah and I just started talking loads and hanging out, and finally the guy I’d followed into the place left his sanctuary of peace stall and left the bathroom. Not before I nicked his phone though :3 So as Abdallah keeps talking, I just started secretly browsing his phone and trying to transfer files to my lappie back home, a few houses over.

All of a sudden, the smoke alarms start spewing smoke (the irony) and I instantly know something terribly wrong has happened. I run out of the bathroom, apparently not caring if Abdallah was a part of this battle or not. I started casually walking down the empty halls seriously anticipating beating up some grunts cuz they definitely knew I was in there somewhere. All of a sudden, this giant black jeep crashes through the wall, and I see Taco in the driver’s seat yell at me to get in. I know I’m saved, because Taco has always been the getaway driver for my mafia. I climb into the car, and am quickly deafened by some explosions that happened right behind me.

Taco swerves the car and everything goes black for a bit.

I wake up to now be seated neatly in the back of the car. The jeep looked and was the size of a huge limo on the inside, and my family was sitting with me in the back. Ammi was thanking Taco for being “kind enough to give us a lift to our house as we moved” and Hadia and Que were evidently arguing about something or the other. Abu was counting the suitcases behind our seat and doing inventory as he usually does. Rida was on the floor coloring in a coloring book.

I totally remembered what had happened and turned to look at Taco out of confusion. He smiled when responding to my mom, and just winked at me so I knew everything had been taken care of. I then climbed into the passenger seat next to him and quietly discussed how the files I’d transferred from that guys phone were exactly what we’d been looking for to blackmail these guys into submission. Although it’d worked out, I was a little bummed I didn’t get to meet the head drug lord, especially since I was starting to think she was a girl. Looking out the window in dismay, I wondered if we ever could be friends if anything else. Would anything have changed if I had met her that day? I’d been meaning to expand my territory of F-8, F-9, F-10 and Chitown after all xD With thoughts like this I just gazed out the window as we drove on.

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Driveway Dancing

Dang, I must really be hitting my  low point of boredom in the summer vacation now. Do you know why I say that? It’s cuz I had ANOTHER crazy dream last night. Two, even.

The first one starts off with dream-me looking at houses with the family in some hilly suburban area. Anyhoo, after a few houses, we find one we like in a good neighbourhood and buy it. Coincidentally, it turned out a looot of HS people lived there. Ateeq (ur Rehman from my grade) lived in the house completely opposite to mine. Omer (Aziz, the one and only lota) was a few houses over on the right of my house. Ahsen (Talha Ahsen of the “Flower Boys” as I called them back in sixth grade HAH xD ) also lived next to Omer. Kamil (big brother himself) lived somewhere nearby a few streets away and would come to hang out with these guys loads. What a weird combination, huh?

Additionally, all my batch people were going to the same uni as me at the time ie Ahsen, Omer and Ateeq.

Now one day, I was driving out of the house to commute to hang out with Dreads and Hibah  on campus. And cuz train life is best life. Duh. But on the drive back, I realized that today was a party at Ateeq’s house and I was debating whether or not to show up. Before I’d made up my mind, and before his party started, I was going out for a walk and saw Kamil all tuxed up dancing the waltz with Ahsen. And it instantly made sense to dream-me because there had been a ball at uni today for the frat Omer and Ahsen were a part of. (Yes, that’s the most realistic this dream has been in a whiiiile.)

So I just imagined there were teaching Kamil for fun and practising around in Ateeq’s driveway. (Ironically, Kamil would probably be the best dancer out of all of them but pfft not so much in my dream it seems like!)

I kind of came over to watch and ended up hanging out with Ateeq as these guys practised there steps and twirls. Later, once the party was starting and the early, punctual type of people showed up, Kamil went home to untux and wear some more casual clothes. But Omer, who was also suited up actually waited until Fatima showed up (I don’t know, okay, I just don’t) and asked her to dance. Qarni was her awkward self and kind of just went with it. They both seemed to suck, although Omer was fiiiine at half an hour ago and that’s where I started to think he  might like Qarni xD Later on in the party, they were having a hilarious time and laughing with each other like comfortable friends at their lack of dance skill :3

Now, once the party was properly started, I showed up inside Ateeq’s house and kind of ended up talking to some guy called Adam that had some pretty cool, shiny braces, like something out of the cartoon Brace Face.

Meghna of all people later joined our converesation and ended up getting super drunk and wouldn’t leave me alone…But then thankfully, Ateeq saved me by dragging me away and we just hung out the rest of the party, walking through his massively crowded house. I vaguely remember Ahsen trying to ask me to dance mid party too, but I just went nah, man and that was the end of that. I think he hung out with us for a while too until Ayesha showed up, and we replaced Ahsen with Ahsan xD Haha, jk, but he did decide to leave once Ayesha showed up and the three of us left had a blast just chilling and stair sledding of course xD

No celestial bodies exploded in this one, so maybe I’m not as bored as I think I am. Whatever. The next weeks about to get hella busy with my internship and all the grad parties anyways.

Oh, but that was the dream I had before walking up at 4:30 am.

After 4:30 am, my second dream:

Errr, shit, I think I forgot a lot of it while trying to piece together the details for the first one. Let’s see if I can get it back.

….

I totally can’t recall D: Dang iiiiit. Ugh. Oh well, I guess I’ll just have to add to this post if I ever figure it out. But I’d like to post about the first dream at least. (I had another crazy dream a few nights ago, but because I couldn’t piece together the entire thing, I just never posted it on time. I’m still working on that one too.)

 

 

 

Ze Birthday Song Tradition and a Sorta Compilation

Ayesha and I have some very many straaaange traditions. And we have this Weird Birthday Song Tradition.

As the tradition goes, each of us tries to find a new, strange, wacky, crazy, insane, or just gag inducing birthday song for the other to sing at the other’s birthday. If I recall correctly, we started this off in O-II, maybe O-I or AS, but I found a strange, ancient BBC birthday song that went a little like this:

Happy birthday to you
Squashed tomatoes and stew
Bread and butter in the gutter
Happy birthday to you~!

And I absolutely love the eccentricity and just thorough STRANGENESS of it ❤ So I called her up on her birthday that year (whenever year that may be! 😛 ) and sang it to her! She laughed hysterically and she said she’d have to find a better one for my birthday. And so the tradition began :3

This is a super just us thing, though I have used this same BBC birthday song on other people, especially if I really consider them wonderful friends or wanna show them what they signed up to deal with when they became friends with me ^_^ Hee hee.

Anyhoo, I sang the song to my beloved Dreads on her birthday this year not too long ago, and even more recently, Ahlena’s birthday just passed and I wished her online because it was the weekend, but I did promise to wish her with a mini concert whenever I next saw her.

Which was only today! Unfortunately, she was late for class and even when I a third jokingly said I’d walk and sing for her anyways (two thirds compleeeetely serious, of course) (as I was latched onto her) she laughed and looked really embarrassed. Plus I wanted to find a new song specifically for her so I actually did let go.

So this is a small compilation of some birthday songs I find interesting that I found today on that search for a cutesy song I plan to sing to her after I sing a disastrously insane one 😀

I can’t believe I found this one before Ayesha, cuz it is PERRRRFECT for the magical spheres of snow that is me *O*

We Wish You a Very Merry Birthday
Oh We wish you a Very Merry Birthday
Oh We wish you a Very Merry Birthday
And We Hope Your Wish Comes True~

Here’s an one for my fellow impatient people waiting to dive into dat cake.

A candle on your cake,
blow it out for goodness sake
close your eyes and get thinking
of a wish you will make~

Now, I like the premise of this one, but I’m not so sure what the tune could be. I might just be reading it funny, but the syllable count seems a tad off to me :/

It’s my birthday soon
Would be over the moon
That I won a competition
For writing a tune~

Great tidings to me
when i win money
I’ll spend it at Amazon –
So happy I’d be~

To end on a happy note, this is the adorable one I found for her :3

Happy Birthday today,
May you eat, laugh and play.
May these flames be your worries
As you blow them away~!

And with that, I must perform some vocal excersizes.

-Frostie
the magical as hell snowman

[Disclaimer: I own none of these songs;they belong to their respective entities. Many, if not most, of the songs I posted today were found on this website, but be aware that I have no clue as to where these songs may have truly originated from or who their original creators/composers are.]

 

 

 

Plan for Tomorrow- Ayesha’s Birthday & My Passport Interview

Sooo I’ve got two major things tomorrow. My interview at the embassy to renew my passport, and get my first “adult” one made that’ll last me ten years. (No pressure for the photo, or the signature. Not one but. Nuooope.)

More on that just now, but I also need to state- for the record~- that it is also Ayesha’s sweet seventeen Sassy Seventeen birthday bash. Much less of a bash, more of a crash. Seeing as we all invited ourselves to crash at her place. It’s going to be a casual affair (as casual as Ayesha can get), so we’ll just be playing a bunch of board games. I for one am super pumped and looking forward to this! I LOVE board games, and we’re even playing a  bunch of my faves- Cluedo, Pictionary, Taboo, “Foreheads” (the Lazy DIY version of Headbands, which is a charade like game.), and Credit Card Monopoly (never played that one before, so yeah!). Yay ❤

Ahem. Passport complaining time~

Er, maybe not now… I should be asleep. Gotta get up early tomorrow.

Um, there was the family album, basically proving I’m my parent’s daughter, showing my aging, school ID cards, etc, etc.

And I’ll fill it all out laterrrs, as Imma hit the hay now.
[#HayAbuse #BadPun, woot woot.]

So ciao~

-Frostie
the magical as hell snowman.

Sword Art Online Season II Announcement- News, Initial take, and Story Line Discussion

On the little chatango box to the right of animeultima.tv (where I watch all  my anime. I’d seriously recommend it; it’s awesome!), I saw people discussing Sword Art Online. And it’s second season coming out.

Now, I had only started watching it a bit  a few months back, and had only seen the first three episodes. But I had heard Alya fangirl over it all the time. And the way she talked about it, I thought the show already had two seasons, both of only 12 episodes each. So when I saw this discussion on the new Season II releasing in July ’14, I thought the admin on the site had just been too lazy to upload season II before (I’m sorryyy! >.< I’ll never doubt your hard work, and perseverance again!) and were going to upload that in July.

Turns out I was huuugely mistaken, and there’s only one 24 episode season I of SAO, and they are releasing a sequel season soon. But it’s story line is terrible so far for sooo many reasons!

First, I thought that Kirito wasn’t in it at all! And that these two chicks were instead;

Main Characters~

How cool do they look?- But, no! No Kirito?! Then how’s it SAO?! It’s an unnecessary weird spin off thing, like Soul Eater Not! (Like it, but not as good as the original series.)

And then Alya does a bit more googling on the story line, while I google more on it’s release.

It turns out Kirito IS in the story. But Alya misinformed me and said he’s in it as a SUPPORTING CHARACTER to these two chicks.

Bring out the army of fangirls. This isn’t going to be pretty.

But theeen, we find the actual story- Kirito’s avatar is simply that of a girl’s! He’s the maroon haired chick here! This chick;

*Avatar may or may not be this blue. I don’t know.*

*Or this maroon. They need to decide a color scheme, sheesh.*

And him having the avatar of a girl’s is terriiible! Because he’s obviously going to get stuck in a game again, and for the vast majority of the show, we shall see him as a giiirl! Ewww! As someone who think’s Kirito’s adorable, cool, and cute, I’d hate to watch him as a girl all of a sudden. That just doesn’t work for me.

What were the writers thinking? They’re going to end up loosing loads of fans! And the fans they think they’ll gain with She-Kirito’s boobs won’t be that big if no one even understands the confusing mess they’ve made out of the story. I mean, it’s only normal to assume the lead will be the same- and same gender >.> =/- in a sequel series. So not many people will skip SAO and just watch SAO II cuz of the girl leads.

Pfft, and the best thing is this stereo type the Japanese are playing on the Americans. Usually, in anime and manga it’s a rule that all American foreigners muuust be blue eyed and blonde? Well, here they’re adding to that (I hope!) and adding this impression from the internet. The American video game Kirito’s playing now is all about- you guessed it- GUNS!

Gun Gale Online (GGO) (Gale? Reallyyy?? Like, a gust of guns? Like a wind bringing guns with it? Or super guns that blow air too? What a name…) is a game all about guns. But Kirito’s got too much swag for that shiz and obviously went “I’m Japanese. In an Anime. I do what I WANT! Your laws don’t apply to me! And even if you do try to get me to adhere to the rules of this game, I shall use my Japaneseness to simply recode the program of your game to allow me to play with epic swords!” on them and did just that. He has a sword (light saber thing…?)(as well as a gun?) as his weapon.

[I don’t mean to sound mean toward these nationalities. I’m simply joking around. It’s all fun and games. Please don’t take any of this seriously. If anyone out there is offended, know that that was not my intention, and you shouldn’t be. I’m not serious. But in case you still are, I apologize for bring about such a mood on you.]

I gotta go now;I’m exhaaausteeed.

‘Night~!

Crazy, Chocolate, and Cookies,
-Ze

 

Ze “Carnival of Cocoas” & A Rant on Mah Umbrella

So it pooouuured today, and it was wonderful. (Haha, Spring still isn’t here yet!)

Although yesterday was fantabulously wonderous!! It was raining, I had my fab ombre umbrella spinning round and round, while singing, and shimmying my way up and down the terrace. Singing loudly, of course. And, let me impress y’all with my multitasking skills, I was also texting my bro, Kamil.

Anyhoo, my umbrella died today =( After using it yesterday, I left it open in the shade on the terrace, and thought I’d just fold it up in the morning before heading out to school in case it rained today (which it did. A lot.).

Buut because I slept in today, I completely forgot and left it there. Ooh, what did Mother Nature do to my happy and bright umbrella in eight hours? Nothing. It wasn’t Mother Nature that did it. It was simply Mother.

My mom hastily wrapped up my umbrella, possibly while blindfolded, and broke four metal rods that kept the umbrella in shape. I came home to find it completely retarded and the closest thing resembling a star. I tinkered with it for around fifteen minutes and fixed it for the most part, but there’s still one rod that won’t bend the right way. It’s a small abnormality, but it still functions.

But it bothers me the most, that out of all the practical things I get from my trip to Budapest, Hungary, my mom still manages to meddle to the point where she ruins even an umbrella. And it’s not like you can get decent umbrellas here either.

Grr. If everyone’s got a fatal flaw, my mother’s is her Over Efficiency. And I hate it with a passion. A burning passion. Think Heathcliff’s love for Catherine. (#WH)

So anywaaays…It rained a lot, and the sunny days are gone for a while. It’s all cold and drizzle like at the moment.

The perfect time to search up some recipes for warming you from the inside out drinks!

And hence the title. A Carnavil of Cocoas. Sounds so brilliant ❤

But the credit doesn’t go to me, it goes to the owner of this coffee infused and obsessed recipe blog I found on my quest, Sugarbeanbakers.blogspot.com!

Cocoa

^[As Frosty, I am both flattered and immensely jealous that I do not own that mug…]

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Y’all drooling yet? Well, look at how DELISH it all looks! I wanna try them ALL out as soon as possible! I just need to collect the ingredients this weekend, and hope the weather holds out for long enough to make these yummy drinks.

So click HERE for the recipes on the original site. Or you could click the first picture, the one with the me inspired mug and the title “A Carnival of Cocoas” on it too.

Have fun, and stay waaarm ❤

-Frosty
the cool as hell magical snowman that inspires not one, but all.

ps.
Eeeeps, all these drinks are putting me in such a CHRISTMASful moood *w* And I will most likely wear my Special Solstice Snowflake sweater tomorrow now ^_^ Ehehe.

Proving I have the Best Timing

Now, as many of you may know, I am a Timelord. I can time travel, and yes, I do own my very own TARDIS. But that’s not what I’m here to discuss today. What I will be discussing is telling a story of my amazing Timelord Timing.

Yesterday, I went out shopping with Hadia, my mom, dad and Rida. We went to check out this sale at Mothercare for baby stuff, and during all this, I was texting Kamil. We were just talking and all, the usual stuff, I was teasing him about being superman, he was talking about how much shit I’ll have to put up with next year, that sort  of stuff. Then, we, as in my family, decided to go to Subway (it was predecided and the true reason I had come along =3 ).

We enter the store, and bam! There’s Kamil, standing in line, right in front of us. He even texted me there and then, inside the store, “funny world”. Oh, you have no idea.

And this was the first weekend after the play, so I didn’t want my parents to be reminded of that, and Kamil, being awesomely paranoid, pretended not to know me. It worked, and boy was that great. (I would’ve gotten into a loot more trouble.)

It was also a total plus that my dad didn’t recognize him either. I told Kamil that it must have been the Clark Kent effect. (During the play he wasn’t wearing his glasses, but today he was.) So my dad didn’t recognize him cuz of that. It’s the only rational explanation.

Either way, it was super funny to me, and I barely kept a straight face in the store at the time. I don’t even know why, I just found it hilarious.

So yeah, that’s what went down yesterday. Besides which, I spent the entire day reading Fairytail. Yes, reading. I started the manga. I don’t know why I’m even reading it. The animation pains me. I blame Zaid. And he knows it too. Huzzah.

Oops, I gotta poof now.

Laterr!

Crazy, Chocolate, and Cookies,
-Ze

ps.
Dammiiiit, why am I still not studying?!! Dx