The Slap-Pat Series

FIVE SLAPS / PATS

                                                    ON KATEKYO HITMAN REBORN

Before the entire male otaku population jumps at me for this, let me clarify to one and all, I am more of a shounen and seinen manga fan than the josei category which is apparently my target group so shut up and read.

‘Kateikyoushi Hitman Reborn’ translated to home tutor hitman reborn is one of the best-selling ongoing Weekly Shōnen Jump manga in Japan, illustrated and written by Akira Amano-sensei who is a female mangaka.

The plot revolves around young lad named Tsunayoshi Sawada, who finds out that he is the next in line to become the boss of the most powerful Mafia organization, the Vongola Family. As such, the Vongola's most powerful hitman, a gun-toting infant named Reborn, is sent to tutor "Tsuna" on how to become a respectable boss.

I was told by a close friend to check out KHR late in 2007 but stalled till 2010 so from what I have deduced from the manga and anime, here are my five slaps.

1. A pat on the back to the voice actress of Sawada Tsunayoshi, Yukari Kokubun who still manages to make me giggle when she screams, “nnnooo” every time something goes comedically wrong in the series. 

2. A pat on the back to Akira-sensei for involving all the skulls on Gokudera. Though his personality is a bit tough to reckon with sometimes, he has the most aesthetically tasteful weapons in my opinion and yes, that includes the dynamite.

3. A slap on the cheek to Akira-sensei for turning the girls into maids. I know its shounen and yes, the culture of Japan is different but for heaven’s sake, the longest period since my personal boycott on the show, the only screen time Haru, Kyoko and Bianchi got was kitchen time. Surely the girls must be good at something rather than cooking and doing laundry.

4. A slap once more to the great Akira-sensei for making the only combative women extremely weak and frail , too young and possessing ridiculous abilities. To be more specific Chrome and I-pin and Bianchi. Okay future Bianchi and her scorpions are awesome but i can't stand poison cooking...again with the cooking. What's up with that?!

5. A pat on the back to Kenjiro Tsuda who used the same voice on three different characters in the show, now I’ll never be able to forget you or that smooth baritone .

Take me home...pweaze

Living alone has its perks but right about now, I would love to be home in my room with the noisy window on windy nights because of this tree...

Yum yum avocado

 Not to mention,my new dressing drawer........that must have been violated by now by this creature.

Leave my room alone!!! You're just next door, there's no difference.

But instead, I am in an empty apartment with noisy neighbours...have no idea what they are stomping on every night but damn, the vibrations do give me a fright every now and then. 

Aaaargh......I want to go home! Everyone's doing it,mum. Let me come home....pweety pweaze....

Simply honest........

Its my beloved mother's birthday and yesterday, I contemplated death....no,really I did. In the hopes that I would be reincarnated into something else or for once have peace of mind. And this is why I don't want to have children...picture If I was really serious and I actually ended things by my own hand. I go through hours of labour, ruin my figure, spend my hard earned money to give you an education and you lock yourself in a room and kill yourself? Give me my youth back!! 

So mum, I love you and though I contemplate, I would never because I know all I have to do is call you and you will quirkily try to play counselor which may be seen as incompetent to some but to me its that light that I need to remind me that I am loved and needed by someone.

Let's recap,shall we?

That's pretty much what I've been up to and no, I'm not bragging.

History is one thing after another.

"History is women following behind…………..with a bucket!" Did I question my femininity once in my life? I would withhold my answer with grace. After all as Josh Billings said, “Silence is one of the hardest arguments to refute.”
I feel out of touch nowadays with the woman in me. Seemingly as result of relationship entanglements coupled with the hermit lifestyle I do my utmost best to uphold. But that ponder is best saved for another day. So, where does this stem from?

For a while now, I’ve been putting a hold on watching anything that might feed my mind with knowledge I can retain and tuning instead to the rubbish, the media is burning into my retina and stuffing into my brain. Oh you know what I’m talking about….the twisted and heavily edited lives of people who were once something and instead have sold their abilities like a prostitute to media corporations. And the irony of it all is that we get sucked into that world and they get paid a lump sum amount for their efforts.

So I just concluded watching The History boys and as though the title may put you off, every movie deserves a chance to show its potential. Don’t be so quick to shoot it down.

The plot revolves around eight boys in a Sheffield Grammar school in 1983 who after recently attaining the school’s highest A-level exams have to take a History exam in order to get into Oxford and Cambridge.

They are taught by their General studies teacher who as we can tell is their favourite, Hector and Mrs. Lintott. Later the Headmaster introduces a younger teacher,Irwin to assist in their preparations. The circumstances of the introduction spell awkward as you can see. Not to mention that they were all speaking French (this is where I thank my parents for forcing me to go for my French lessons)

As the story progresses, we learn that Hector offers his students rides home on his bike and well…..errr. No use calling a spoon a big spade here, he gropes their privates. The boys tend to laugh off his attempts. It later comes to a halt when he is reported to the headmaster by a crosswalk guard whose cap is a major malfunction from the costume department. It still remains unclear to me whether he is gay or just enjoys the groping as a past time.

There are a bunch of life's twists and turns with the movie like truth, confused sexual orientation and most important of all history. I would honestly recommend this any day. It’s certainly no Dead Poets Society but it’s something that will leave your mind nibbling on something healthy for a change. Well, that is until you get sucked back into the media brothel.

Indeed "History is one f****n' thing after another."

The place where I lay my head best

Hi blog community! No, its not another rant from the soon-to-be queen of it all. That spot belongs to my father at the moment,he might be entering menopause for all I know. GASP!

So I was in blissful but dusty Kampala last month where I managed to show up in time to welcome my new niece, Daniella. And when I say just in time, it really was. I barely spent a week in my own bed in my semi-storage room(Mum, I love you but please take your clothes to your own closet) Indeed I was a whimsical bunny,hoping all over the country like my life depended on it(that came out wrong,didn't it?) As always, only the naughty minds dare to wander while the sober ones wonder.

Sadly I had no time to get the awesome pictures I took, you'll just have to wait till my little sister is on holiday from boarding school. The main problems arose as I was flying. With the Air France tragedy(my condolences go out to the family members), I was a bit anxious to get home but at the same time worried. My worst habit so far has got to be my desire to watch things I shouldn't. And this does not include porn If you're wondering. I have a tendency to watch Air crash investigation and May day 24 hours before I fly, come to think of it its more like an itch in a caste that you have just got to scratch. As you might have deduced by now, it did nothing to help my nerves and the stormy weather at Entebbe did nothing to calm me. A panic attack and some hyperventilations later, we touched ground. 

I could tell my family was happy to see me, My dad was rushing me through checks ahead of other passengers because he was hungry and wanted to get home as soon as possible, my little sister said I reeked, our littlest lamb looked warily at me and my mum was all smiles,but that wasn't the last flight, I was taking. A week later I was on my way to Johannesburg and thanks to the H1N1 virus, the cabin was sprayed with some funky aerosol that had me sneezing(allergic) all the way to O.R Tambo airport where we were almost quarantined. I had to hide my sneezing and teary eyes.

How was my stay in J'burg? I enjoyed myself and for winter, it wasn't so bad. I was expecting to step out and be buried in a pile of snow. Pictures? All in the other digital camera, you'll just have to wait once more. Any traits of xenophobia? Well once they know, you're just visiting then I guess everyone is happy but I was offered marriage thrice.....errrr, gentlemen you might want to think twice or in this case thrice.I'm from a poor but rich country which gives citzenship to anyone who wants it so you don't need me for a green card. Heck, I don't even think we have green cards. Or maybe they thought I needed one ......just a minute, I'm enetering my pond of thought.

After J'burg, it was on to see my beloved husband a.k.a my grandfather who looked handsome as always for an 85 year old not to mention my wonderful grandmother. While my grandfather said I looked like a model, my grandmother said I could be used as a weight lift and flinged me from side to side to prove that I was indeed as light as I appeared. For those Ugandans who wonder where I hail from, I'm a girl from the heavenly Mt. Elgon slopes.

I spent a total of five days sleeping, eating, watching T.V and oh yes, that's when Dani finally decided to show up into the world. The star always arrives last,right? My elder sister begged me to have nieces to play with them soon and asked me to move back home as soon as I'm done over here. Well, I was gonna say an enthusiastic yes but the nieces soon quotation had me saying ," yeee..errrr" and I proceeded to scratch my head and smile impishly.

Well....it was a nice holiday. Certainly didn't feel like one but it qualifies in some areas so I will leave it at that. 

Oh....one more thing, I was almost quarantined again at KLIA thanks to that unfunky aerosol. DAMN THE PANDEMIC.

Media Otitis odyssey

I'm no expert on the subject but I do know that it hurts like hell to the point that I just want to jerk my ear off and throw it into a blazing furnace and submit myself to partial deafness.Here's the story, about two days ago, my left ear blocked and being the adult I am, I simply thought it was a wax blockage so I tugged and dug into the ravine to clean out whatever was causing the impairment but alas, all my efforts ended up futile so I surrendered to the fact that it would clear up when I got up in the morning like it usually does and boy was I wrong.

I woke up with a fever, acute migraines and nausea but I ignored it yet again and its not only till the pain and discomfort got to me that I dragged myself into the clinic to get myself checked out. A word to anyone out there who ever gets an ear infection, whether its simply a wax build up, do not under any circumstances let water enter your ear passage,its like giving first class treatment for the bacteria to fester.Luckilly I managed to keep it clean and dry but after 2 days of antibiotics and pain killers, not much has happpened.

The medical fact in lay man's terms is  my middle ear is filled with bacteria infested fluid and as I type this, I can't hear through my left ear so i purposely have to ask people to speak up even in the library and my pain killers last about an hour giving me time to nod off but not enough to give me a decent restful night. I literally wage a war with my sheets searching for a good sleeping position,practicing my pieces for my next violin lessons is a torture since since I'm a right hander,the vibrations just send rings of pain leaving me in agony so I stopped.I get a weird yellow secretion of fluid which is essentially odorless but troublesome.I could go on and on about it but I'm off it right now;Even my blog seems a little dry. I could rant on about the hospital treatment but that is a story best saved for later but one thing is for sure. To all you interns out there, a little piece of advise.I wouldn't let you lay a finger on me If i saw you doing these;

• Fumbling through my file with shaky hands
• Gossiping with the nurses before seeing me in the examination room
• Failing to make eye contact
• Handling me like I'm a cadaver(even cadavers were people who lived,so don't forcefully turn my head coz you want to look into my ear like your life depends on it.)
• Issuing me medication I've already tried and its failed to work(ever heard the saying that you have to fight fire with fire?)
• In short, as long as you look like fresh meat there's absolutely no way I would let you even put that bling round your neck to my bust!

So here is a sample of what my ear probably looks like;

cheers,from my sick bed.