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!

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^[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.

Drum roll for the Cast…

I GOT THE PAAART~! =D

Yup, Alison the Maid will be acted out by your’s truly =3

Wohoo~!! I can’t believe I got the part ❤

And I got one of the lead roles, too =D Plus, I’ve got loads of lines, and I have the most perfect scene ever.

I get to punch Giles (Abdur Rehman/Curly) who tries to kiss me, while singing. I was totally BORN to play this character! xD

So, anyhoo, here’s the main decided cast-

Ali/me as Alison
Ahsen as Master Adam
Kamil as Master Seraphin
Abdur Rehman as Giles
Faiza as Mile de la Gatandiere
Humzah as Master Jean
Ammar as Leonard
Hashmi as Catherine
Zaid as Master Simon

Haha, Hashmi’s married to Ammar~! It’s hilarious cuz it just couldn’t happen. I mean, we all already know that Ammar’s married to Shayan. They eloped in OII and thought we wouldn’t notice, but they have the same last name now =/ How scandalous, Ammar going lesbo.

YAY!! ❤ I so thrilled about this =D

I can’t wait til rehearsals start now >x< So exciiited ❤ I wanna read the script and memorize my lines now…

Imma go bother Kamil to see if he has a copy =3

Ciao~

*poof*

 

A lil’ Story about a Charles and a Miss C

So I finished Paper Towns by John Green yesterday. But thats not what thats about. thats where this BEGAN. So here we go, and only wait to see where we shall end up. Let the way my brain works fascinate and baffle you now.

So Paper Towns. Johh Green. Discussing with Shallot. But then, we start discussing book collaborations, like WIll Grayson, WIll Grayson. Where, according to ayesha, the authos collaborated in a mind-boggingly brilliant way. They both name their characters Will Grayson. Thats all with the collaboration. They then just move on and write their own stories, of two different characters, two different entities, two different minds and bodies. They just share the same name. and then the two meet.

and up til that meeting, they dont show each other their work. Their writing, their stories of their WIll Grayson so far. And so that’s what we are doing. Ayesha and I are writing a small or short story (haha, lets just SEE how short itll be with me writing half of it =P) and were collaborating like that. with just a name to know. but we did collaborate a bit more, so the stories can mesh more, and since we arent proffesional authors like the authors of Will Grayson, Will Grayson, we decided to share some information about the characters to each other. Like how one shall be a girl, the other a dude. Im writing in the point of view of the dude, obviously. and ayeshas doing the chick. and so then we’ve got the shared name, as well as the shared age (17, junior in high school.) Ah, but the name. We decided on Taylor and then i rapidfire last names (DeLucas and Rosenfield were shot down =( ) and i said Sharbatski, like Robin Sharbatski, from How I met Your Mother. Wohoo. so now weve got Taylor Sharbatski. and then i threw in one other common ground…they should have the same letter middle name, but we should give them different middle names. So we decided on the letter C. this will also make it possible for us to distinguish between our two characters. (ahem, besides the fact that they are both of different genders…)

SO my dudes named Taylor Charles Sharbatski. and hes going to be the funny main character with a serious and philosophical best friend. and hes going to have the annoying ability of being that american (gora, HAH.) boy that shall randomly and spontaneously ‘put on airs’ with the assistance of a fake british accent, wohoo!

(shallot was actually worried that i wouldnt be able to find a dude middle name that began with the letter C. I said into the phone, around 3 seconds after she said that ‘Charles’. and that is the end of that.)

So her characters Taylor C. Sharbatski, a little Miss C to me, since i dont yet know her middle name. and thats that.

Our characters will both be in the wonderful continent of the United States of America, and shall both be- i forgot. no, i SERIOUSLY forgot. .____. oh nuo.

oh wait, no i remember. this is the part where i explain how we non-proffesional writers shall be going about this collabortation. were doing a short story, remember, so its going to be 5 chapters each. with no limit as to how long each chapter can be, which works perfectly for the both of us. and then after we make it to the third chapter, we shall read each others works so that we can see the stories and life of the other Taylor C. Sharbatski. Then we shall collaborate and find a way to make the two meet some where in their lives. and then well take the story somewhere from there. yeah, well totally cross that bridge when we get there.

I suggested we have the two meet on a school trip and have them get the wrong keys to the other Taylors room. that could be fun. (haha, i can see Miss C walk in on the serious philosophical friend reading Moby Dick and just be like ‘da hell..?’ and i can TOTALLY see Charles turn around in a swivel chair, close a book he was supposedly reading (upsidedown), and say ‘ive been expecting you…’ only to have Miss C’s roomie walk in, whos a girl, duh. The look on his face when he sees a girl walk in will be hilarious. he could fall out of his chair and be like ‘thank the lord!’ in his head. Oh, if im narrating. and if we do that. la la la~)

So now i have to decide whether i want to type this out HERE or on my laptop, on MS word. thing is, i really hate MS word =/ but ill need a constant internet connection on this thing, so i  might not be able to do it as often, like when the nets down, or at school, or whatever. bleh. so lets just see.

But yeah. Writing a storyyyy, yeah!

Crazy, Chocolate, and Cookies,
-Ze

 

Ze Super Senses Revealed

Remember how i was supposed to talk about some epic powers of mine? After looong periods of consideration, i think even if i share just a few powers with the general public, ill still have enough hidden up my yellow sleeve for fighting crime unexpectedly and effeciently. So, general public, brace yourself with the few powers i shall care to explain to you and tell you a tad bit about.

Here we go.

In this little interview, or revelation, i shall only be talking about Super Senses. Like, how Spiderman’s got Spider Sence. Ah, but a super sense makes not a Superhero. I am the Mint Chutney, but my super sense doesnt involve either mint or chutney in the least. instead, it involves much cooler, desi things thatll through all criminals and masterminds of evil off. What to expect then?

Well, youll know to expect something like #FruitChaatSenses. Yup, Ive got tingling Fruit Chaat senses. They go off whenever anything i can detect does. er, thats a pretty sucky expo…um, lets try that again..If i feel like somethings wrong, and it doesnt necesarrily have to be, or if im acting on a whim or just trusting my gut and instincts (many more people need to accept this pearl of wisdom- just shush, stop tedding out, just dont THINK. just do. not entirely in the way Barney intended, but rather, just ignore your brain freaking out sometimes. go on feeling and instincts instead. i do pretty often. and it works out very well for me. for the most part. haha. hee hee. er, ok, moving on…). So that would be this sense. and other stuff falls under it too, but i shall explain that better when i can. expressionism is what i often lack =/

HAH. ‘My thoughts are stars i cannot fathom into constellations.’ YESH. dat quote came uuuuup. wohoo.

The other power super sense would be… *druuuum rooolll*…. Masala Masti Senses! Or, Masala Senses. Now, these ones really DO tingle. cuz its when i smell something that i say im using these sense. Oooh, logic. Throws almost ALL them villians off. Muahahahaha. wait, no, im supposed to be the GOOD guy. oh well, i AM evil-sih. Go leader of the Triple A, yeaaah!

Now masala senses might also mean stuff like shivering and almost tingling of any sort really, not necessarily sniffing and smelling (and sneezing.) Oh, but sometimes when i use this power i become a polar bear. and heinous crimes like littering become seals. so itd be like

snow…snow..sno- SEAL!! (smosh…polar bear in our mail?!)

but if im using this power, my noses smelling abilities are evidently enhanced. and everyones elses sucks. yay! cuz all they can smell near me shall be masala. hence the sneezing ^_^

buuut theres also that coolio thing about this particular smelling ability. i cans smell food up to double polar bear away =O be impressed. (random fact- Polar bears can smell seals up to 20 miles away.) so thisd be FOURTY miles. daaaym thats a LOT of coverage for an even more A LOT of fooooood ❤

im hungry now =( and im still sick…ish. or ateast, Ze is. The Mint Chutney is invincible.

Fight crime, never Jay-walk, Eat all your vegetables, and NEVAR LITERRR!

-The Mint Chutney
Desi to the Extreme

(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.

Two Cool for Four-Eyes

And yes, i did spell it as two instead of too on purpose. read the anecdote. then just marvel at my lameness ^_^

sooo once upon a time, i was leaving my tution centre and rushing off to see if my car was there on time (which it wasnt. pffff.) since my debate classes clash with my physics tution ones so i had to go there directly. either way, i caught a glimpse of some utter coolio-ness as i was walking towards the gate to see if my car was infact there (only to be disappointed.)

I saw a chick sitting on a bench, texting or flipping through pictures or something or the other on her cell, and i noticed what was different here and what brought her to my attention in the first place.

Pink dyed hair? nope. Ugly outfit? nah. clown make up? hah, i wish. no, it was something else entirely.

She was wearing two pairs of glasses. TWO PAIRS.

She had a spare pair balanced on the top of her head (just like how i usually wear my glasses) and another pair on the bridge of her nose. i say…what? And she did this like it was THE most normal thing in the world too. And everyone else didnt really notice either, which kinda surprised me. kids these days. theyll wear just about anything. (im such a gramps =3 ) The dudes were busy with an intense match of table tennis, so i kinda get that…yet, the chicks? dont they usually love to oggle at the outfits of others? sorry, i know its a stereotype, but these girls really do.

so yeah, she was two cool to be JUST four eyes (get it now, get it?? =D yes. dat lameness ^_^ ). she had to go for six. (i have already gone for eight, but all on my face at once, and while super hyper/high when hanging out with my friends. not just chill on fb or anything…) so yeah. thats the anecdote of the Chick who Knew Fashion. down to the c. (there is no c in fashion. haha. arent i funny? ok, ill shut up now *pout*)

so yeaaah, thats about it =P now i gotta go do another post about the reasons why i didnt go to the out of town debate which i usually find suuuuper duper fun. here goes.

Ze Out!

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