Fully Interested Blogger (Get it? Oh wait, you haven't read the post yet, nvm)

Today, I will have to confess something....

Something I have never told anyone before...

Now, it's time to come clean...

I'M READING A MANGA AND WATCHING AN ANIME!!!

It's not as big as I made it to be but I've never started actually bothered about Japanese comics and cartoons. But this particular one has got me hooked. It's called, wait for it, it's called:

The Full-Metal Alchemist! (you get the joke now?)

For several reasons, I found this one as the right one to follow and maaaybe obsess over a little. Here are the reasons in no particular order at all:

Military soldiers freaking out about ghosts

1. It's funny!

I mean it's hilarious! There are some parts I actually LOL at. I'm serious! Both the anime and the manga are really funny! The characters all have their traits that make you want to laugh as well as see how they turn out in the end.

2. The protagonist hates being called short.

Okay, so the full-metal alchemist is this short blonde head. He's a genius as well as a great fighter but he's also temper-mental. He bursts into a tantrum and beats up anyone who calls him short. I love this. Not only is it funny, but it reminds me of two of my best friends. A.T. and Nizzie. Both hate it when people mention something about they're height. I love doing it to them but now they aren't so short anymore but Nizzie still spazzs out when someone says something about being small-sized.

3. Swearing

Click this link for an example: http://www.onemanga.com/Full_Metal_Alchemist/4/24/

(I don't want to be scolded for having a bad word on my blog)

Most fiction doesn't involve swears. But this one, does. It gives it a more realistic feel because when they're in a near-death experience or when something that makes them wet their pants comes by, they'll swear. In real-life, when I see a soldier I knew very well transform into a guy with hair like a palm tree and an evil smile, I will swear like crazy and probably run away. These guys though, will (try to) kick their butts. After swearing their tongue off. Obviously.

4. Possibilities...

If you can't tell from the word "alchemist" in the title, it has a little science. If you look at it in a way, some of it can be possible and it really helps when they're talking about the possibility of creating a human being because it can help me in the future when I'm in Honors Biology. (Muahahahaahahaahaha! No one else will know that one third of the human body is made out of carbon! Muahahahaahahhaahhaahaha!)

5. The little brother

I absolutely want to hug the little brother so much!! He's this huge armour guy but he's so loveable and innocent. He beats up bad guys when he has to, but he really is a big softie and has a thing for kitties! He also has the role of calming his older brother, the Full-Metal Alchemist.

There's a lot more but then I have to spoil the whole story to you guys. Go to onemanga.com and search up Full-Metal Alchemist. It's a funny manga and the anime doesn't follow the book so you get to have two great stories from the same world with the same hilarious characters. Hope you guys find it funny and have some mangas or animes to recommend to me!

Plus, some of the faces you get in the mangas and animes are really funny!

Marsymallow,

a current FMA fan.

Freezing Geeky Romance

I got a mixed up title again! It doesn't work that well, but, hey, it's mixed-up.

Okay, let's start off this daily (and hopefully forever daily until a Death Eater comes by and Avada Kadavra's me) with something from a post by my bestie named A.T. She inspired me to tell you guys about my how my parents met.

My parents were, in all their full glory, geeks. But they were geeks from the seventies so my dad had contacts and long hair and was pretty stylish in a seventies way. My mom was pretty much the same but minus the contacts. They were the smart people.

My dad was a full-out geek who had a group of nerds who challenge each other. He was one of the only people in his school to actually get five A's in his UPSR so he's pretty smart if you ask me. He wasn't that sporty though except he was pretty good at running and badminton.

My mom was one of those smart and athletic people. She got good grades and was a basketball star thanks to her height and awesome dribbling and shooting skills. She was also someone who got a lot of admirers but none of them were my dad. Yet.

So they were at rival schools. My mom's school called my dad's boarding school RATS because it's name was STAR. My dad's boarding school called my mom's katak (which means frog in malay) because her school's name was KTK. They would shout these names at each other at sight for fun. A friendly rivalry...in a way...okay, just a bit...fine, not really, okay? Happy?

Because my parents were the geniuses that they were, they were chosen to learn German and a whole load of space stuff for this space thing funded by the government. My parents friends set them up on a blind date and my dad won my mother's heart by saying something about not washing his pants. Or was it about him being in a band? I forgot. But they fell in love and I was born and now I'm typing a post for you. Hope you enjoyed knowing why I've been born.

Today I had field day! It's that day were you go into teams and play games for your houses. I happen to be in the red house which is called Magnus after a dragon of some sort because that's our mascot-a dragon. What sucks was that the first event for our team was R&R. It was stupid because we did nothing but eat bananas and drink water. We couldn't even cheer for our team yet.

Next was the shoe dunk. We lost.

You expect some exciting story about someone's eye being poked out by an aglet or something but nooooo, we just lost because we're horrible at finding shoes.

Third, was the three-legged race which we also lost at because of our awful foot coordination. But we all decided it was best to blame it on Nwill. It made us feel a lot better.

Fourth, was the scarfing contest. Nope, it's not where we sit in rocking chairs and sees who can knit a scarf the fastest while someone is busy shaking the chairs like crazy. Sadly, it's just an eating contest. Not even an individual one. We had to run up and eat oreos without using our hands then drink a cup of water with no hands after we've swallowed the black and white treats. I didn't exactly drink the water. Most of it ended up my nose. Not a great feeling.

Fifth was the sponge contest. It's where we pass the sponges to the last person and that last person runs like a headless chicken to the bucket and squeezes the water out then runs to the front and becomes the first person. It goes on and on until the whistle blows and the people with the most water is the winner! We lost.

But Nwill was stupid enough to dump water over his head. Why is it stupid on a hot desert field day? Well, my naive audience, it's because we had the ice-bucket contest next. Stupid, stupid, Nwill.

We had to dig into a bucket of ice with our feet and search for marbles with our toes. We won this time. (We actually won!) But I'm still not sure if it was worth the burning feeling I got from losing so much heat in my feet. It was a burning feeling but like a frozen burning feeling. It burned like a frozen hell-fire. You get it? No? Well, screw you.

We had an egg-toss next. We didn't last long and lost.

We did the puzzle search. We won.

We had the water-balloon catapult thing afterwards but there were no more water-balloons so it became a tennis ball catapult thing and it wasn't as fun as watching my annoying team mates get soaked. We lost.

The last one, and our third victory, was the plank walk were we have to lift these planks to the other side...while we're on it. That's the twist. We won. All because of my smartawesomeness. It's a word.

In some dictionaries.

Mainly, mine.

OKAY IT'S IN NO DICTIONARY NOW LEAVE ME ALONE!

To end the day, we had some ice-cream.

That's right, be jealous! Muahahaahahahahaaha!

BYE!

Marsymallow!

P.S. Never going to tell you guys about the seeds because I forgot what's it about again...

Sorry...Algebra is too easy for this blogger!

Really sorry. Was about to rant out at you guys. I'm sorry. I won't do that again.

I had this whole emo thing planned out but you know, don't want to spread the blues. Although, blue is a very happy colour in my opinion. I'm also about to sell-out myself for the sake of my report card. Sorry.

Sell-out time!

Okay, for Language Arts, we're doing blogging. We all have a blog and our own topic for it. Fun, no? It is. But no one actually reads it. I know this MAY be cheating but, here's the link to my educational blog or edublog for short. http://fakemoustache.edublogs.org/ It's a blog about books turned into movies. I get to read the books I want and watch movies and am able to say it's for homework! WOOT!

I'm done publicizing myself.

Oooh! Oooh! First thing is that my Algebra test was EASY. That's right exponents, you can't muddle up my brain. Mmmmhmmmm. *swivels head around in that way that is seen in Hannah Montana waaaaay too much* The new system for Algebra tests is that there are quizzes before it. For each quiz you ace and homework completed that comes with, a section from the test is classified as don't-need-to-take. It's great because I aced every quiz and did every homework and now all I had to answer were three questions. Two of them, were the EASIEST part of the test. God, if I fail at this, then I must be really stupid. But I finished it in like ten minutes before the smartest guy in class. Beat that, Ncory!

Second thing I want to talk about is blogging. I know I'm blogging and you know that I'm blogging and that's why you read my blog but that's not what I want to talk about even though I am...whatever. These are the types of bloggers as far as I know:

1. The Planner

This is a blogger who not only plans out their blogs in their mind, but actually write an outline, a first draft, then a second, maybe a third and the final product is read through once or twice before posting. I find these people paranoid. Careful, but paranoid. Sure, you should make sure (see what I did there? with the two sures? no? fine! *sulks*) that you don't sound stupid but that is too much. It's your blog. It's like a diary that people can look at and not know it's you. Don't worry about it too much, just express yourself. Just one read-through is fine then wait for your readers to comment about your mistakes. Relax!

2. The Thinker

These types of bloggers lie down for hours on their bed thinking about what they want to talk about on their blogs. They waste their time staring into space about what they want to write. These people eventually think about it more than they actually do it. Yeah, I'm one of those. I like to stare into space during Algebra or Science and think, how can I squeeze that scene into my blog? Should I tell the world about that giant sand-pit I saw and how I almost fell into it? How about the fact that my drama skit involves bisexual relationships? Hmmmm.

3. The Freelance

These are the bloggers I admire. Only if the things they write, work out. They click on their blog because they feel like it, then they click dashboard, then they click new post and they start typing almost by instinct. They write subconsciously and don't even know what they have put up for the world to see until they read it all for once. They might even surprise themselves with either how great they are at writing when they're drunk or how horrible they are at typing when they can't open their eyelids (and also that they misspelled cat). Occasionally, I am one of these people. Especially when a moment comes that is incredibly blog-worthy. But I'm extremely lazy so I forget to post it. Meh. Can't have everything?

Which one are you?

Tell you guys about the double-seed and tree thing next time. I'm too lazy right now. I wrote you those three whole paragraphs! BE HAPPY!

Marsymallow

U R SWINE FLU!

Okay, yeah...the title has like a microscopic bit in this post. No, no one got swine flu. Geez, swine flu was like last season. It's fever now.

That's right, FEVER.

I'm actually referring to the ever so full-of-beat song: U R Fever. It's a great song to make video clips of hot people. Just saying.

That's it.

Nope, not talking about sickness or songs with illnesses in their title until probably next month where a new disease outbreak will happen.

You know what, SCREW THIS. I'M TALKING ABOUT SWINE FLU EVEN IF IT IS OUT-DATED! Take that!

This is serious though. I saw a video about a poor cheerleader who gained a rare disorder because of the swine flu vaccine she got around ten days before she lost the ability to walk normally or talk normally forward. (Walking backward will make her completely back to normal). It's insane because it was mysteriously activated by the vaccine. Okay, I'm not really sure but it is a very big coincidence. And I had my swine flu vaccine.

I maybe my normal self on the outside but heck, on the inside, I'm constantly worrying when it will be my turn to walk weirdly? WHEN? It may never happen but when I saw that video, man am I scared. O.O

Okay, now I'm finished. Left you hanging? Well, suck it up because it's 11PM and I'm sooo sleepy that I can't sleep.

Wanted to tell you guys something but I'm too sleepy to. I think a part of it had something to do with a seed and another seed and a tree.

The other part was that I haven't done my U.S. History homework. Shoot.

Damn you all,

Marsymallow.

(I won't damn you all, I'm sorry... :( I'll virtually give you hugs when I am in a better mood and am able to open my eyes)

Back! Before I disappear again! (SUCKAS)

Well...

It's me

Woohoo?

No one's going to clap for me?

Well, fine. Let me tell you my day. Before I forget and don't care anymore. First off, this is how my life goes on every second Tuesday:

6:00-7:05

• Mama/Abah/Simba wakes me up. Or tries to anyways.
• I usually stay in bed and stare around until my sister leaves the bathroom.
• Then I shower.
• Curse towel hanger for being broken.
• Make the bed.
• Pack my bag.
• Slip down the stairs.
• Put down my bag and binder.
• Realise I forgot socks.
• Go upstairs to get socks.
• See that I haven't washed socks.
• Give up on socks and swear to wash socks but never will remember until Thursday.
• Go down and eat breakfast.
• Get into argument.
• Wear flip-flops and walk with Simba and siblings to bus

In Bus,

• Take a seat next to window before sister to earn glare.
• Stare out window until interesting conversation pops up.
• Interrupt interesting conversation until interesting conversation is no longer interesting making it just a conversation.
• Stare out window or repeat.

Out of Bus,

• Walk all the way from elementary to middle school building.
• If meets friend on the way, pounce on them but make sure they ARE your friends or that would be embarrassing. (Trust me, I know)
• Walk past grass until you realise that there's a smiley face there made out of wet grass.
• Climb up stairs while grumbling that because eighth graders are the oldest, they should be on the first floor because they are old and grumpy.
• Arrive at eighth grade commons.

In Commons,

• Dump things in locker
• Curse the cold and for dumping your sweatshirt in locker
• Debate with self whether or not to get sweatshirt from locker
• No locker wins
• Takes book and walks over to gang and waits for Nizzie to come by or Nmaria.
• Meanwhile, talks to Ndong Nmin and/or reads and/or talks to Nother Npeople
• Finds Nizzie and pokes her until she spazzes out about poking her then follows her to locker.
• Meets, Nvictoria on the way.
• We all partay while waiting for the bell
• Everyone starts leaving and we stand there stupidly until we realise that the bell just rang.

That's my morning. Boring, no? I'm sure there is a more fun morning for people out there. That's how an international kid does it. Just thought you should know. Maybe I'll tell you guys more about it later...hmm...yeah...maybe.

Sorry for keeping you waiting or leading you to abandon following my blogs,

Marsymallow