Hey peeps,

Can you believe it’s almost June! Gosh! This year has been good.

So I haven’t been reviewing as much anime, because I haven’t been watching that many. I have been watching some of this season’s anime such as DanMachi and Owari no Seraph! Can’t wait to review those. Also I’ve been reading the Nisekoi manga. It’s much better than the anime in my opinion. I liked it so much that I’ve ordered two Nendoroids. Speaking of PVC, I also ordered a pre-owned 1/8 figure of Princess of the Crystal. I’m pretty excited for that.

Animecon is coming up soon and I’ve still got to finish to cosplays. However, I’m a bit too preoccupied with gaming lol. I hope I can finish it so I can show you ❤

x Vasvi


the exile

I’ve been taking up a course on post colonial literature in Manchester. I haven’t done it in the Netherlands, which in the end I’m very happy with because I’ve heard only bad things about the course and the ignorant people who voice their ignorant opinions. I’ve noticed this already on discussing <em>The Book of Negroes/Someone Knows My Name.</em> A girl in class thought that it was not realistic that the main character, a black slave girl, had learnt English and Arithmetic. To that girl and many others who think I alike, I want to say, “please, suck it. You’re ignorant and ‘brainwashed’ by white media and journalism.”
But I don’t want to dwell on ignorant people. I want to share my opinion on something I’ve learnt in my post colonial literature course, which is the concept of the “exile”.
The exiled is a term that was used by Edward Said, an American literary critic. I find it hard to define the term, but I relate to it. An exile is someone who has been exiled from their own culture by having another culture forced upon them in the imperial sense or any other sense. It’s more complex than how I just defined it and I will return to revise my definition.

I am an exile. I’m culturally and socially exiled from my Moroccan/Berber roots and my Dutch/Western surroundings. Growing up, I’ve never been able to connect with the Moroccan social circles in the Netherlands, because the people would bully me or make me feel uncomfortable in other ways. I stopped speaking Moroccan, because I got judged when I made mistakes and I was quite sensitive to those kind of reactions. Another reason I never felt at home in the Moroccan culture is because of the misogyny. As far as I’ve experienced, the Moroccan culture does not appreciate women, at all. I’ve often voiced my thoughts on this at an incredibly young age and the responses I got were terribly disappointing. In Morocco, in my village, I’m like a trousers-wearing alien. I didn’t speak the language well and to most Moroccan people I was like this Westernized fake Moroccan (something which I’ve actually been called a few times).

I’ve grown up in a culture that I’ve never really helped me develop positively. Yet, the Dutch culture was not very welcoming either. Now, I’ve been discriminated, but I have dealt with prejudice a lot and it gets really tiring. The Netherlands is not keen on Moroccans and it’s become a sort vicious cycle of young Moroccans being delinquents and prejudice developing against all Moroccans. Again, i don’t want to dwell on this. It’s just with my background and many racial and cultural concepts, I’ve never been able to relate completely to my Dutch friends. I’ve always felt like there was this barrier between me and Dutch people. For example, the way my family has its rituals compared to Dutch rituals and habits. When Dutch people in my neighbourhood would have dinner, they’d send me away instead inviting me for dinner. And there are so many other cultural differences, which can lead to awkward conversations like, “Oh, that’s so weird that you do that.”
Of course, it’s not awful or harmful, but it sets a barrier. I don’t have a cultural home.

Manchester Christmas Markets!


I’m sure there’s already a bunch of blog posts about this! However, I have to share my experience.

The Christmas Market is super cute! They are open from 14 November until 21 December and it’s a route through the city centre with many cute food markets, drinks, and opportunities to buy handmade or kinda sketchy stuff, like clothes, accessories, and I even saw a shop for belt buckles!

The Christmas Market food stands sell food of several countries in Europe. There is, of course, the German bradwursts, but also Greek herbs, French crêpes, and Dutch sugar waffles! You can get them spread with Nutella.


Left you can see the crêpes menu and right you see the Dutch “Poffertjes” and I had never eaten a crêpe before. So, I just had a regular one with sugar. Next time, I’ll have the one with lemon or cinnamon. I’m not really the type for the rest they offer.

However, I was really disappointed that they had no Dutch “snackbar” snacks. You’ve got the frikadellen, kaassouflés and soooo much more. I was hoping to see a little snackbar, but no one served it. I guess I understand with all German meat no one would be interested in Dutch snacks. I was happy to see Dutch cheese and even cumin cheese (my all time favourite), but for those prices, nah thanks! It was too expensive for the amount of cheese you get.


There are tons of adorable market stands for people with a soul for sweets. From biscuits to candy, they’ve got everything you want and need. I haven’t tasted any of these (yet), but let me know how they are. The cupcakes look so adorable!

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The atmosphere of the market is incredible. It’s got the so many lovely smells that just make you feel like you’re already celebrating Christmas. Of course, everything has that lovely Christmas decoration, so it’s extra special when it’s dark.

All photos here were made by my friend Satoru! 🙂

05 – 11 – 2014


So I’ve been in Manchester for some time now and it’s been awesome but also kinda not. I mean everything has advantages and disadvantages.

I love meeting new people and discussing cultural differences and learning about other customs and habits. I’ve learned many new things about people and language. However, I really miss my friends, my dog, and having a sewing machine and cosplaying with my friends. I’ve been struggling with finding proper huge fabric shops in Manchester! 😦

Today’s bonfire day in the UK and I’m hiding in my room! To be honest, I only like seeing fireworks. The noise and the smoke is just too off-putting for me.

Best Wishes!

11 – 8 – 2014

Today was exhausting! I’ve been discussing with mum how to cross the sea to Manchester. Ughh, I never realised you had to book those ferries.  ಠ_ಠ  

And then I went on my laptop to install some programs and the DPI scaling was messed up apparently. ಠ_ಠ

And I messed up the skirt for my Taiga cosplay. ಠ_ಠ

It’s been a pretty frustrating day. So I watched a few episodes of Terror in Tokyo/Terror in Resonance and Gekkan Shoujo Nozaki-kun, which are blessings from the animu kamisamas. However I’m not  feeling relaxed at all. Q_Q.