Orange (Anime) Update: Ep 8 (and Optimism about Shokugeki no Souma 2)

[Spoiler Alert]

It was bad enough they gave poor Suwa a letter, but now they’re lame enough to have EVERY PERSON IN THEIR GROUP get one too?! Are you bloody kidding me?!! It was impossible enough that the stupidest girl in the group somehow accomplished time travel to send a letter back in time, but now they did it three more times (in addition to Suwa)?!! UGH this show is just- I don’t even know :/ On the other hand, it’s still alright ish.

Let’s also ignore how Kakeru is stupid enough to think that by somehow NOT dating Naho, he’s making it impossible for himself to hurt her. Uhhh that’s not how it works :/ “Have fun without hurting her feelings”. What, you think by acting like a couple and yet not being one is somehow going to stop her from feeling pain if you are stupid enough to get roped into some more of that first gf of yours’ drama? Geeeez.

So uh yeah. However, Shokugeki no Souma: Ni no Sara is going brilliantly ❤ The only slight issue I have with that was Takumi’s loss against stupid gangster imitator thug >.> But they did have him kinda make up for it by handing his mezzaluna to Souma until he can win it back was super cool ❤ And funny when Souma went, “See, true chef’s are total sore losers” xD

-Frostie
the magical as hell snowman

Going to an Anime Convention?!

SO there’s an anime convention sort of happening HERE. Close to here, anyhoo.

And I wanna gooo! My friends have already decided everything by now. We’ve been planning this since Monday, but with all the changes, I didn’t post anything until it was all figured out. Although I’m sure the cosplaying will have some improvizing added on to it…inevitably =P

Ayesha, Mehrnaz, Alya, Shayan, Mateena, maybe Zaid, Shayan, and I are going. Or at least plan to. Half of us have yet to get permission. Yup, I’m a part of that half. Duh.

One thing that annoys me is that Ayesha’s tagging along even though she doesn’t watch anime, and refuses to. She’s only seen a few episodes of Vampire Night -.-” Even her mom doesn’t want to let her go, since she knows she isn’t even into anime.

Now, we were reaaaally stuck on what to cosplay as. We decided to do a group cosplay, so we needed a show with loads of characters..I was being all original, and saying let’s go as the BayBreakers, it’d be easy, and we all have the beyblades from our childhoods =3 But then Mehernaz and I got into a quarrel over being max -__- and I was told I should be Tyson, since I’m just as overconfident xD But then we dropped that in favor of the Bleach Captains! But we couldn’t afford their costumes, not properly at least, and so we had to think of something else. I suggested Isatski clan thing since all we’d need was to paint red clouds on long black coats. It’d be the best and saddest economical cosplay ever. But then it was ruled that I should randomly go as Ash Ketchum (I have no idea how that got thrown in xD ).

But now, we’ve decided on going as the guardians from Ka

tekyo Hitman Reborn! And I hadn’t seen it til they told me we were to cosplay as characters from there. So now, we’re ordering their rings off of Amazon, and we’ll go in their “suit modes”. Since otherwise, on such short notice, we can’t pull together individual costumes. Ugh, I wish we had more time! Then we could’ve cosplayed properly, and we’d be awesomely decked out in anime gear =(

Grr. But this’ll still be cool. I’m some Yamamoto dude, so I shall have the Mist ring? and I’ll be weilding a sword and shit, duh. I’m supposed to wear a black blazer (but I lack any black clothing, so I shall be borrowing one of Zaid’s blazers. He apparently has five black ones -.-“), a blue dress shirt (borrowing Mateena’s since mine has pink flowers on it xD ), and black dress pants. I just realized that my dress pants are too long, but are fine with heels…but if I’m cosplaying as a straight guy, I shouldn’t be wearing heels…I have these other black combat-ish boots that might work, but I’ll have to try it out. But I was supposed to be this other dude, le bandaged boxer, since he was yellow, the SUN. But since I refused to give my sword to anyone else, I decided to switch with Zara.

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I’ll be dressing up as the guy with the Blueish shirt. The cropped black hair- I completely coincidentally typoed that as brack O.o –  I was going to be the one in the front in red, but Alya called dibs when I wasn’t there >.> And, there’s also the bandaged boxer on the right =) But they look so cool here…it’s going to look great when SIX chicks dress up as ’em, and one dude.

Oh yeah, remember Tsuna? No good- Tsuna? Well, that scrawny shortie is being cosplayed by ENRIQUE of all people. The tall, fat dude with a beard is going to pretend to be a five foot four middle schooler. That’s gonna work. Here’s what Tsuna looks like.

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And cuz I saw this, and found it A-MAH-zing- Some Tsuna fanart, that’s just mindblowingly awesome ^_^

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I’m even planning on buying a wig, and chopping that up for the hair. Since I got rid of my layers, I can’t french twist the longer ones out of the way, and hide them under the shorter ones like Mateena is…And Alya’s got her short boy hair, which works for her. And whoever’s going with the white hair’s going to have to get wigs anyways. Contrary to Alya’s economical alternative…

BLONDE ALYA MOMENT TIME-

So I’m supposed to go as a white haired dude first. We’re trying to think of what I could do with my hair in case we don’t find any white wigs. Hairspray? But my hair’d still be too long…Then Alya came in.
“Just put powder in it.”
me- “I’m not putting talcum powder in my hair!!”
“Noo, the normal Johnson and Johnson baby powder-”
me- “That IS talcum powder!”

And then we had to explain to Alya why we were dying laughing. Cuz I said I wouldn’t put talcum powder in my hair, and you basically said, oh, put Johnson and Johnson baby talcum powder in it instead! She just added a brand to the talcum powder to make all the difference.

Alya’s a blond at heart. She just is. There’s so much more to tell. Like the time she went blond at her tution…or the time Amal got one part to her math test wrong….I think I’ll embarrass Amal now, since Alya gets enough of me all the time at school ^_^

Sooo what did Amal do? She got her test back, and on this one hard question, she’s solved everything correctly except one part. And so she looks at it. And she has written the following-

1+1=1

Ladies and gentleman, Amal when her brain is dead. It doesn’t happen often, but when it does, it’s brilliant.

Now, I got cram school, so byyyye~

Ze Out!

Amature-Bookreader- My Sister and The Fan

My sister amazes even me, which should be pretty difficult by now, since my expectations are the lowest of all (in the family or otherwise). And yet, when she still manages to stoop lower than that, it leaves me speechless, mindnumblingly shocked, and totally mindblown.

This happened to be one of those incidencts.

So my sister just started an adventure that scared even the over-couragous me (becasue if my siter was infact about to set out doing this…then what may become of the world as we know it?). and that adventure was reading. yes, my sister started to READ. even i am shocked.

and yet, that is not todays particular incident of shock, oh no. However, while on the topic of her reading id like to ellaborate a bit.

Still disappointed and depressed over the books she decided to read, im still not sure how i feel about my sister reading terrible books i hate like Vicky Angel by Jacqueline Wilson (a book that manages to be controverisal to almost all world-widely famous religious beliefs about life-after death) instead of something truly epic like my re-reading Harry Potter. i mean, realllyyy? Wilson’s…shtuff over Harry-inspiring-kids-to-look-forward-to-their-eleventh-birthday-for-a-letter-from-hogwarts-Potter?! really?!

ahem. so er…yeah =P to the actual incident of shock now…

The rooms cool, but both the AC and fan are off…so i tell my brother to turn the fan on. Hadia, isntantly starts complaining, saying that itll mess with her book. so i ask her HOW in the world the fans managed to do that. She responds- and here it comes- with how if the fans on, the pages of the book will begin to flip, because theyll get blown away by the fan. Just just- what? So she ellaborates, exasperated, asthough this is something as easily understood as needing food to live. that basically, the fan will blow air towards her book (factually incorrect. the fan does not blow air, it turns, causing already existing air in the room to move.) and thus turns and moves the pages, making it totally IMPOSSIBLE to read. DUH.

um…how about just trying hold the book properlyy?? you know, in such a way that you can actually READ it without worrying about the pages being moved by something normal like having a fan on in the summer…

and then she showed me how she held the book. it was like she was pinching it tentively, like it might try to bite her, or that shes considering how much cooler itd look on the floor…, anyways, basically, if i so much as turned the fan on, the might might have flown out of her hands.

As a porffesional and awesome mega bookreader nerd-mhmm, self bestowed title, course =D- that i am, i couldnt even COVNEY the level of hugeness of the facepalm i wanted to and nearly did attempt having witnessed and HEARD all of this…but out of fear of smushing my head and killing all my brain cells, making it pretty unlikely to get into say Yale or Standford or even THINK, i decided not to. it was a VERY close call at that too.

aaaand she just did another face palm worthy moment just now as i was typing all this out…she asked me if i wrote in the book shes particularly reading right now and not the author cuz the FONT HAD CHANGED when they showed what was written…um, i cant explain it too well, what i mean so ill show you and examples. (cuz like im all about the examples ^_^ )

so then i elegantly scrawled a message across the corner of her page. the message read,
Oi, what do you MEAN by Percy Jacksons not awesome?!
^the above scrawl being in an actual different font…it didnt work here for some reason =Y

SO YEAAAH…it was like that. but it was basically a girl writing a message with frosting on a cake or something. it couldve been ketchup on a hotdog too so…yeah, whatever, she basically thought wrote it…just no…no.

hmm =/

ladies and gentlemen, my sister. wohoo.

keep your facepalms ready.

Ze Out!

Sister Lacking Humanity: Proven

So basically today, i went shopping with some bday cash, and yes, i WILL put in a whole actual description of my brithday eventually…im not updating this thing often enough, i know =( but meanwhile, until i get round to doing that…why not complain a bit, hm?

So, ive always and always called my sister a psychopath. i mean, she just IS. im still shocked why no one else has diagnosed her with her lack of mental abilities and shipped her off to a safe enough asylum. safe for the nurses that treat her, that is.

oh? now why am i being so mean, and blahhy to her right now, you ask? cuz of her total lack of civility and plain ol’ humanity that she displayed to me just now.

ok, ok, rewind to the shopping. my mom and i go shopping, i get an awesome earrings set from forever 21 (i wish wish wiiish i couldve gotten some rings too! >~< ) and then we head over to a bookstore where i happen to bag the LAST copy of The Fault in Our Stars (FINALLY, right?!!) and we pick her up and come come.

My mom had even gotten her a pair of sparkly glitter tights while i bought my earrings, but no, she was ranting about the unfairness of life because she didnt go with us. and its not like we ignored her at home, like she does with me most of the time, and not even bother to say that theyre leaving or anything of the sort. She had literally spent all day at my cousins house, after having begged and screamed and yelled and cried to go in the first place. So while she was there, and having a blast too, might i add, we were out shopping. but no, she was still pissed at us.

So im in my mothers room, just chilling, and then, as im about to leave the room, she stops me, saying something. Hadia the Fat and Unforgiving, still holding a grudge, and after having yelled at her older brother for long enough, throwing pillows and anything else she could get her grubby little hands on all around the house, shoves the door  open with all her fat, momentum, and force behind it. And as im standing right THERE infront of the door that just was pushed open as if it weighed a ton and a half, the door slides gracefully, majestically on top of my foot. And breaks back an entire nail, blood flowing freely.

And as im crying, and sort of yelling (hey, justified. it HURT.) she just stands there. no gasps. no frantic ‘are you okay?!’. no SORRY, even. no nothing. no humanity, no civility. and i tell you, i loathe her for it. shes the saddest excuse for a human being ever. a puppy would be closer. it might whine or something if it heard me yelling. (ok, so i was yelling. sue me. like i said, justifiiiied.)

That p*g is the ONLY and only person who i am actually VERYY inclined to swear at. completely and absolutely. imagine how hard it is to LIVE with her. and  im probably stuck living with her until im married…cuz my dad will only let me live by myself or in a dorm over his dead body. wohoo.

and honestly, she just STOOD there. stil frowning, might i add. and i leave the room, and hear her yelling at my mom some more. she literally just IGNORED me. ugh.

she couldnt stand that i was happy, glad and thrilled that id finally gotten The Fault in Our Stars, had fun shopping and actually bought something- i was in a good mood, and she wasnt going to stand having that happen while shes in such a shitty one. she might very well have done it on purpose, and i wouldnt put it past her if she did. oh yeah, i have one HELL of a low opinion of her. bleh.

and even afterward, my mom was trying to make it up to her or something (could i be incharge of that, please? ill give a nice strong punch to the face, how about it? shell feel better at once, i promise. unconscious and dreaming is better than insane and raging, am i right?) by giving her aloe-infused (infested, as she says.) socks. all that was left was for her to pick a color. and she comes strolling in here, as im typing this out, and just asks me for my opinion, just like that. no sorry. nothing. shes just calm and debating whether blue or purple socks are better. uuugh.

i hate that that- i must resort to weasley insults then.

that little GIT, and PRAT.

well…hope the rest of my day doesnt suck nearly as bad.

-Dr. Grey I. Wattson

ps. suuuch a superfitial thing, but i cant even wear most of my SHOES with this bandage wrapped around my toe!! most my shoes are closed, my khalas/aunts have literally stolen  my only chapals/flip flops. and  the sandals i have are too fancy and heel-y to wear while my toe throbs like it is now. hmph. i cant even wear my new shoes that i got just yesterday and havent worn ONCE.

do take care to notice the seriousness of this hate and this post, as i have not used a single emoticon at all. at ALL. just think about that for a bit. 

Distractions From Exams

Blaaarrrggghhhh.

exam time nearly, only two months left for prep- GOSH that still hasnt sunk in! and- secret, ssshhhh!- havent really…started all that prepping and studying and cramming quite yet =P =/=( which is obviously stupid and sucks.

there are just so many DISTRACTIONS! aaaaaaaaggghhhhh!! i mean, everything usually seems much more interesting during times when/while we are/should be studying. but seriously, theres PLL. then theres White Collar, that i have managed to put on hold for now. and then theres Jane by Design. but, im almost done with that. so thats good. its one of those shows that cancelled after the first season. so yeaaah.

but god, im just SO scared and stressed out over these exams even all my friends and  family think im so chill over it! first off, these are the most important exams ever for me, cuz this result goes on my college applications (..yale? let me in? pwease??) and all my job interviews. its just as important, if not more, as  my SATs!

And thus im not watching shows that ill get too sucked into. you know there are those that are interesting and then there are those that are suspenseful? well, theres a difference. and a huge difference for me. like, PLL is suspenseful, while white collar is just interesting. and something like Vampire Diaries (Daaamooooooon!) that im not even starting yet just cuz i know ill get sucked into it completely need and should be stopped (watched by me, that is.) so that i can finally start studying seriously!

I really should be studying now listening to pop danthology mash up 2012….but but its so good and i really like =P =(

oh well. what happens happens. (jo hona hai hojai! -jee karda =P singh is king.)

…now i feel like watching Dr. Who… im so bad. and failing.

oh and if your wondering about that lit test i mentioned yesterday, i totally failed. Wohoo =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 ^_^

‘That Typo Bus?’ Fail and Biased Internet

Urgh, stupid internet.  i typed out the entire post, and i think i did an excellent narration of what had happened too and now cuz of one stupid stupid copy paste error (i copied something after i copied that, since im just psychic enough to know that my internet would let me down) combined with my blahhy stupid biased internet, its all lost.

so now, maybe not, i shall try to retype that out. i hate retyping, by the way. hate it. its worse than repeating myself. and ive lost the flow of my words, expressionism, everything. it sucks. its literally like asking da vinci to paint another mona lisa, if the dude was still a live. and demanding it to be an exact replica of the first.

now im too angry to type it out all over again. and i personally found it peculiar, funny (not really), ironic, and random.

huuuuuuuffffff. and now i just dont wanna type. and thus i wont.

‘i would if i could, but i cant so i shant.’ -Sheldon. completely justified. and his own logic.

‘im not in the mood, but if i were, i would.‘ -Dr. Grey I. Wattson. that is, me. right here, right now, that is my logic, for now, and forever.

sorry, ill post it tmrw them!

ps, for most of those who dont (and wont until tmrw) get it, the post was supposed to be called ‘That Typo Bus?’ and thus, this is ‘That Typo Bus?’ ‘s fail. so legit, and creative, i know =/ =P