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*

Hyperglycaemia

The one and ONLY medical condition/illness I thought I’d never get, nor ever have to worry about getting would be this. Hyperglycemia (an alt. spelling which I like better is hyperglycaemia. What? It looks cool =/ Go check it out, it’s on the wikipedia page for this thing!), a medical condition where you have low glucose levels in your body. Hypoglycemia literally means ‘low body sugar’. So yeah, as I happen to LIVE off of all that is sugary and sweet, I was prettyyy confident that it wouldn’t be something I have to worry about.

(That and anorexia. Since I eat a LOOOT it seems silly that I’d ever get it.)

So guess what? I apparently have hyperglycemia -________-

Oh, come ON, we are talking about the girl that eats honey out of a BOWL in winter?! How could I possibly have something that indicates I have low levels of glucose/sugar in my blood at ANY given time?!

And now, to tell the tale of my two episodes of hyperglycemia so far. Not chronologically,becuase, pshaw, that’s too expected. And since I had one just about an hour ago, and since the first ones much more mysterious =/

(ooooh, mysteryyy~ Despite the fact that this is a perfectly serious situation~~)

Ok, so I had breakfast around 8 am (mhmm, I WAS awake that early during the holidays =O This one and only time…), and my mom made me breakfast. Just a normal Omle du Fwamage (Cheese Omelette!! Dexter’s Labohratoryy) and some orange juice. I chilled then, watching Toradora! (I was sick yesterday, and started it for no particular reason. Yay.) until like 1 pm. That’s when I should’ve had lunch. Buuut I was suuper sleepy, so I took a nap. I wake up at 3 pm, refuse to get outof bed cuz it’s cold, and finally, around 4 pm, my mom calls me to her room. I get out of bed- mind you, that’s EIGHT damn hours without food, so justified, um, this bit..- I get out of bed, and proceed to walk the short walk to my door, and on the way there, fall, trip, whatever, and I find my self flat on the ground, the hard, cold tiled ground, having hurt both my knee caps, chin, and hips. Y’Ouwwwch.

Aaaand then I proceed to crawl onto my bed and groan in agony for approximately half a minute, with but a few tears escaping, and lastly, stagger into my mother’s room to tell her this same tale.

The scariest thing is- I don’t remember falling. Having blanks in my memory is so utterly TERRIFYING. I just…find myself, lying there, and hurting. I don’t remember the fall, or how it even happens…it  just does. And then I try to think back as to how it happened- try to rewind it in my head- and Brian the brain fails me once more =( cuz all I draw is a constant and repetitive blank. And the not remembering…it’s much scarier than actually collapsing or tripping or whatever it is that I’m doing.

Now, the first episode- le Mysterious one…

I was sitting on my red sofa couch thang, and it was late at night, and I was sleepy. I got up, put some braclettes I’d made away (they were on the floor) and then, I stretched. Typical just-got-up-in-the-morning stretch. Standing, arms stretching straight up, above my head. Insue sudden overwhelming dizziness. You know that kinda purplish yellowish green you see if you stare at a light bulb for too long, then look away, and blink? That kinda purpleish green spots appeared everywhere, clouding my vision, and the Mint Chutney was only a tad freaked, but theeeen, I don’t know what happens next. But I know it ends with me opening my eyes, having crashed next to the radiator, my shoulder having taken the hit, and it huuurting.

Scary stuff about this one- I saw those spots. I don’t remember the fall, but I remember a vague feeling of having been doing ballet spins before I fell (and once more, Brian the Brain fails at his job -.- ) and a vague feeling of falling. Like, the wind whooshing past me as I fell…But I was standing, not on top of a building, so whooshing wind doesn’t even make any sense =/ I don’t know, but that’s that. Another terribly terrifying thing would be this- I had no idea how long I was out on the floor. It felt like only 45 seconds, but…I don’t know. And that scares me. A lot.

And now for no apparent reason, I recall that I wanted to join Pottermore some time when I finished liking the HP series and rereading all of it. Which would’ve been sometime near august maybe..? I don’t know, but Imma do it now.

I’m sick, remember? I do many strange and weird and seemingly random things for no apparent reason when I’m sick. Get used to it.

Well, Ciao then!

Crazy, Chocolate, and Cookies,
-Ze

ps.
Imma also stuff mah face full of oreos to prevent this from ever happening again >w<

^Yes, my Bio teacher actually said the nation lost a great doctor when she found out that I wasn’t taking Bio in A-levels. Mhmm, I would’ve made a great one for sure. I already know what I’d have painted on moi door…
“A spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down in the most delightful way~!”

 

 

(Not so Much) Poetry Insipired by Sickitude

So i was planning out a sick song in my head just now, and thought- hey, i should record it, and just post it here.

as future me can recall quite vividly, im sure, and if not, this account should shed some light on the memories that i get quite a bit, well, wonky when sick.

like willy wonka wonky. (HA HA. arent i funneh?)

anyhoo, im lamer than usual (i typoed lamer as lamber and i was seriously considering leaving it like that for a second and then making a bad pun about going for the lion rather than the lamb. yes, i had a pll marathon yesterday, duuh.) and weirder and crazier and make NO SENSE AT ALL.

but rather than reminece about such stories of the past where i have embarrassed myself expertly and proffesionally, lets sing out that sick song now shall we?

wait. i cant sing. (no, not just cant cant, but i reallyyyy cant cant cant. i has a throat infection.) so i will now write a sick poem.

i forgot. damn. oh well. lets start from scratch…in a bit. i feel dizzy. so im going to minimize this, lie down for a bit then get back to it later. and yeah, im THAT sick, im getting woozy. and my eyes are tearing up…

gosh,  i hate being sick -__________-

around four and a half hours (i read HP and the Half-Blood Prince, i slept, i was on fb, i slept some more, moaned, complained, froze and shivered, sweat and turned on the ac, then read just a taaad bit more. and watched Night at the Museum for the second time since its RELEASE. wohoo!) i am exhasted, sleepy, and feel like puking. and like theres a knife being twisted in my gut. i hate being sick =/

yeah, i think i reaaaallllyyyy need to get to sleep now. i just temporarily (2 and a half seconds, dammit!) forgot how to spell nife. i mean, knife. crap. i just did it again.

yeeaah, so i need sleep now. ‘night.

Ze Sick Ze,
-Ze

haha. repetition is funny. no? nevermind. i am lamer than usual. especially since im sick aaand sleep deprived/had too much sleep (sixteen hours. no wonder im still up in the ams.). so yeah. sleep. i covet it dearly.

Giving Twitter a Go (British Accent Addition)

soooo. yeaaah. i just joined twitter. again. i knoow, i already have (twice, so to speak) but the first one, i honestly was just messing about and mucking it all up [in case you wanted to know, im speaking im typing and thinking with a british accent. cuz i am a brit, and cuz i just watched half of (harry potter and ) the Goblet of Fire (my absolute FAV harry potter film). hence the sudden language shift…’mucking it all up..’] And i gave myself a, dare i admit it, google translated name. yesh. i did. oh, the shame x3 actually, i just find it funny that i did this 😀 i took my real name, google translated it to german (i was germany my entire eighth grade MUNning career and it stuck..) and used that as my username thing…not a great success. and my tweets were utterly ludicrous. 

Moving oon, i had to tie up loose ends and all that, by deactivating my old, second twitter attempt as i wanna recycle its username =3 follow me if anyone cares, and future-me do check out my old stuff like tweets and celebs ive followed. im sure itll be nostalgic and random and downright hilaaaarious =D its @ZeChocoLatte shoot. The I is for Irish.

*accent lost and utterly abandoned by now*

andandand- the second twitter attempt frizzled since i just followed loads of people and just never really tweeted. speaking of people ive followed, its pretttyyy random….ive got things like BBC news, and the Irish Post, the Guardian, and then youtubers like MarcusButlerTv, Jacksgap, Zoella, (noooo. theyre not aaall british >x<  ), Discasp/Casper Lee (ha! i told you soo! ^_^ ) , ConnorFranta, and then stuff like Pll, Sherlock, Percy Jackson and even the NBA and the Bulls. whaaat. knowing my basketball obsession with the sport, its ok, i guess. but i dont really care about any of the official games, though they can be fun to watch . i like the game. not the sport (does that make any sense at all? it did up here in my head…on this here screen it seems pretty stupid, confusing, and silly. huh. ) and considering my superb and completely existent talent and knack at this sport, yeah, this makes total and perfect sense…if i think about it, im possibly gonna end up following loaads of fictional characters and authors a lot more than celebrities (so far one =P ) and singers (1D <3).

speaking of singers and bands and youtube, i watched a 90s tag vid by JoeyGarceffa (new to his stuff, not a regular watcher or anything. it just showed up as a suggestion and seemed interesting so i clicked on it. meh.) and there was a debated question: N’sync or the Backstreet Boys? and ive never heard n’syns music before, and honestly, never even knew how to spell it or that justin timberlake was in that band until i googled it. i astound yall with my brilliance, i know. but the backstreet boys- heard of them! but i havent heard any of their music either…but what i do remember about them a lot is that my brother got this epic beyblade book thing on his birthday when i was like ten, and he eight, when beyblade was all the rage here (season 2: V-force) and it had all the teams and stats and names of members and stuff listed there plus other cool stuff (i must sooo go and look for that long lost book  treasure now…especially since i was rewatching beyblade (still season 1…sorry =P ) but i kinda stopped in between…gotta start off again. dont know when though, i started watching fairy tail…what? im so off track here =P anyways, there was a pun on the name the backstreet boys, and then my brother even told me of a real band called the buck wheat boys, i think..? i dont know. (when i was a kid i thought of yellowish bunnies with scary huge teeth in a field of wheat dressed in little striped purple suits. it was a scary image i had of them. never googled them. ever. still havent.) and so i time traveled and listened to a bunch of (maybe three) BSB songs and i actually like them, and as a kid i think i really couldve wouldve loved them. so yeah. dont know n’sync but i pick BSB =D and ive ot Straight Through My Heart (soldier down) on loop. all day. today. aaaah ❤

ive just unfollowed pll seeing as im a few episodes behind and just got a HUUUGE spoiler >x< so upsettiiiiing, aaarrrrgh. no spoilers and then bam, one through the official twitter. wth -.- =/ what has the world come to…

anyways, now ive forgotten my whole thing and flow( ha, as if. dont kid yourself) as to where this was going and what i was going to say…well.. guess thats all over with =/

‘Night.

-Dr. Grey I. Wattson
The I is for Irish.

ps. third times twitter charm: i joined cuz the allure of hashtags is far too great =3 =D totally serious. its for the hashtags and the bulls and the news i otherwise dont get. mhmm. true story, bro. hashtags. #coollikethat

That Sickly Challenge

but anyways, a lot of stuff happened today. lets start with the sickly challenge.

so the thing was that just about everyone who went to the nationals and was a debater got sick except me. and the boys basketball team. but, surprise surprise, they all got sick too. wali kept complaining his whole body ached after the bus ride, brun said he was nauseous, aziz got food poisoning (as he claimed, but it might very well be that he just cant handle his seafood. (i had seafood too and im fine. but then again, i do have a strong gut, so maybe it was just me afterall)), and ayesha and mateena were dying of sore throats, loosing their voices semily, and their voices bait gaye, all at the same time. so yeah. and i started bragging how i wasnt getting sick like those too, especially since they were contagious, and i was even eating all their food too. so ayesha took it upon herself to get me to catch whatever she and mateena had, or atleast get me sick. she failed. boo yeah =P yeah, so i was the only one who wasnt sick, yaaay =)

fun, but as soon as i got back, i got cutlets made by daddi for lunch. i guess she  made them for us kids since we werent in our hometown, and she couldnt feed us all weekend. so i had them. and then it turned out that they gave me explosive diarrhea -.- que and my dadda got it too….sucks.

that was yesterday. and i even kinda forgot i was sick and had nutella. god, was my mom mad at me for that act of stupidity…but the chocolate cured me! i was fiiiine until i had tuna today -________- evil fishy… so yeah, but i did get to come home early then ^_^ so now ive got a new distraction: the Nine Lives of Chloe King, or as i simply call it, Kitty Lives. i love the theme song thing, but i just found it cool until her fingernails became claws. cheapness level: pindi boyz -.-” ew. but seriously, even the effects were almost level merlin (eventhough i love it ^_^). and when she went all acrobatic, i thought it was awesome. but then the claws and…bam, all coolness out the window.

and i don like alec. ugh. he has a cute character, but hes not cute, and he needs a haircut. i dont like him too much. i love amy, chloes best friend though. shes just so pretty! and sweet =) okaaaay, yeah, gonna go watch some now =P

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 =)

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 ^_^