New Cosplay Ideas for the future~

Guess I should start with Bartz/Butz Klauser. This anime con coming up in 2011, I'll be dressing up as him on friday for the day, but since I can't find his costume to buy (I'm lazy like that) I'll be hand-making the entire thing. Hair wise, I'll simply have it cut and style it, I'm already a brunette. I might make his sword if I have the time to put into carving some wood...yes carve..><



Next would have to be Lavi from D.Gray-Man. I plan to buy this costume as I don't think I'll have the time to make this on-top of making two other costumes for myself and possibly making a third one for someone else. I will mostly likely wear the third costume that shows up in the manga. As for the weapon again...I might make it, not so much as big as I've seen some, but maybe a small one, out of wood again, because I don't have plastic to work with lol. His costume, I need a wig so I'll also have to buy that...I would bleach my hair and dye it red...but...



Lastly, but no least, I'm going to also hand make a Hiccup costume because I found a friend willing to dress up as Toothless~ I'm totally excited to get started on this one, as I find it'll be one of the easiest made costumes, and I can't wait to wear it as well. This costume I'm keeping my hair brown and adding a bit of red to give it the auburn look since I don't have to do much with it after my first costume.

~.::The other costumes I'm helping others with::.~

My cousin will be my counterpart for the anime con. so I'm helping her with her three costumes as well. Her characters that she will be are Astrid, Allen Walker and Zidane. Though If she can't make it to the anime con. then I'll be working with my friend whose going as Toothless.







So much work~

ANIME CON~

Anime Evolution 2010
UBC Friday the 13th of August!

The kingdom hearts 1/2 photo-shoot.

My cousin was one of the Roxas cosplayers..oDo she did great on her costume!

Our Hearts Intertwine

My memories are broken in a disarray,
Lying on the empty floors in my mind.
I’ve forgotten your face and voice
I’ve lost your heart in this place.
I’ve shattered all that once was,
And now I can’t find a way to home.

My thoughts are scattered in a mess
Drifting all over this crazy place.
I’ve misplaced your loving phrase
I’ve hoped for your all praise.
I’ve destroyed all that was perfect,
and now I’m alone in this space.

My spirit is torn to and fro
Ripped from all the torment and woe.
I’ve missed your sweet caresses
I’ve played off our past regrets
I’ve longed to fix what we were,
and in return I was tossed asunder.

My soul may be mended in time
Repaired through pieces and parts
I’ve cherished all that you gave
I’ve loved all that you were
I’ve placed your key next to mine,
And will wait for your untimely return.

Original Personal Essay.

Dear whomever it may concern. This letter I’m writing is a personal approach of me, an essay if you please. It is quite obvious I have no choice but to sink so low as to converse about me for English credit. I have no interest in myself, it’s very obvious with how long it took me to sit down and do this, and I prefer to keep things quiet.

I will try to avoid boring personal attempts at explaining my diverse thinking. Really I will. I’m in grade twelve now and my personal look on life has dimmed to a pathetic glow. My optimistic nature and ‘Cartoon’ behaviour has died with what little sanity I had. No plan on rescuing it from the fire. Usually I’d be writing something as pessimistic as this, in my ugly little diary.

Annoyingly interesting facts about me include: I was born Jacquelyn Maureen Suzanne Pearse, not Crampton. My name changed in 1996 when I was five. My parents had finally married. Surely the reader can tell I’m pasty white. I’m Scottish, Irish, Welsh, English, Hungarian, and Canadian, and if that doesn’t point out my whiteness I can’t think of anything that would.

My metaphorical persona, relations to myself that is, would be an animated cartoon. Ever since I’ve been able to hold a pencil, I’ve been drawing, thus my reasoning to being much to a colourful cartoon. I don’t like stereotypes, egos’, or anything that seems to down size me; and because of my colourful nature, that includes my mouth, I’m open and outgoing.

I’m a cartoon to the extent that I never truly “age”, at least not at heart I don’t. Physical feature wise, I’m as pale, thin, lanky, petite, and frail as I was 10 years prior. Personality wise I’m still loud, obnoxious, hostile, out-going, defensive, colourful, pessimistic, and strong willed like I was years before. I take after my mother; I get my hostile-anger-ridden behaviour from my father. My mother and I share a unique emotionally/mentally strong nature. If I were to refer my parents to a symbolic figure or item my mother would be a rock: sturdy, resilient, and stubborn. My father would be a raw ruby: edgy, dull, and stony, in other words serious.

Back to my nonsensical story of my being a cartoon...I enjoy a variety of styles and think each style represents a different part of my personality, like it opens a door to a hidden place. One of the many artistic cartooning styles I relate myself to is Anime, Japanese cartooning/animation that makes the characters look overly expressive and realistic, yet not. Anime is the part of my personality in which is outlandish and exuberant, I’m hyperactive and fun loving in simpler terms, but at the same time I’m differentiated by my expressing attitude. Whereas my own style of drawing falls into the category of bland existence, my meek fantasy world of escapism. My own artistic hand at drawing makes up the part of my emotional personality I avoid yet embrace to familiarize myself with…well myself.

I use excessive quotes, jokes, comics, actor/actress personas, and fantastical stories from the recesses in my mind as an antidote to my numbingly boring existence here. Talking about the world beyond my bedroom window is a fun escape from my piercing reality, sometimes I can’t even tell dream from life or fantasy from reality. I like, no love, living in a world of make-belief, but sadly I’m turning ages that refrain me from visualizing my imaginary world anymore.

Hard for one to believe, I have a soft spoken side as well as a strikingly calm nature. I, on many occasion, panicked during a situation that I most likely needed to be calm. Though I panicked, I had a clear enough mind to perform the proper procedures that were useful. There have been moments in my life where I have been in the position, and I shall never forget such events, that I was prepared and relaxed.

Throughout I have tried not to expand my over-bearing rant and rambles about myself, as I can get carried away easily. I have tried to cover every aspect that is me in written format, but not everything can be captured on page. I’m not very metaphorical or creative when it comes to personal writings, though I try, and in this specific essay/letter there are very few English techniques used. My skill lies in formalities and speculative words of description, see I attempted it right there, as well as slight reference to my grammatical faults’.

Deep down I wish for a simple meaning in life, an easy way to go about my day, and visualizing everything from a child’s perspective helps. One day I’ll come to a sudden realization that I’m not as young as I use to be and that things will never be the same as a kid, but until then I suppose I’ll have to move along in my merry little way.

Fractured Heart

~ Fractured Heart ~

Tainted under an impression of unjusted darkness,
painted a multitude of magical suited colourfulness.
I slipped and broke my knee on these jagged rocks,
instead of crying, i smile. A pair of keys without locks.

Drifting through a canvas of softly lit blood and tears...
giggling stupidly as if i have no reason to live.
Clockwork rewinds to see blindly where i laid my fears.
This place is desolate, spinning like taking a dive.

Sinking through tendrels of violent sand, my chances disappear.
Drums pound to a beat unheard.I'm a pathetic puppet, only a mime.
My strings dance merrily about, your my puppeteer...
Desperately reaching forward, my fractured heart heals in time.