∞ posted 2 weeks ago in Everyday
- you need to show us your kung fu skills.
- i'm malay. i don't have kung fu skills.
- but you're asian -
- FOR THE LAST TIME, I'M NOT CHINESE.
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∞ posted 2 weeks ago in Things My Pencil Told Me Everyday available in high-res
so it turns out pumpkin soup is really, really, really yummy. at least, it is the way my housemates make it. and since i am not very expert in all things pumpkin the way pumpkin experts are, i am very happy with what i’m getting. i’m also very happy that i have housemates who can cook at all. i am indeed just very happy.
although a little cold. as it is, my breath is coming out in mists and i’m sitting in my bedroom. perhaps i should don some socks and drink some tea (which, as i’ve pointed out before, has recently developed into a sort of habit). or perhaps i’ll just go hug a kettle again.
i hope that doesn’t turn into a habit, though, hugging kettles. what if i never get out of it? i’ll be known as the Kettle Hugger. some people might mishear that and think i go around hugging cows and sheep. and that won’t be very good for my image at all, whatever my image may be at the moment. who knows? i don’t.
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∞ posted 3 weeks ago in Things My Pencil Told Me contains 1 note available in high-res
been drinking tea like some tea drinking person at a tea drinking convention. that and eating toast. i’ve never eaten so much white bread in my life. i have become a changed person, a new and improved tea-drinking, toast-eating person.
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∞ posted 2 months ago in Things My Pencil Told Me available in high-res
was traipsing around the city earlier when i was greeted by the fuzziest gray cat in the world, all thick legs and fat paws and fur that you could lose your fingers in. i nearly died. i stood there and let it curl around my legs as it told me all sorts of things in cat-speak. i started talking to it, but i doubt it could understand what i had to say about how it must be nice to have all that fur to keep the cold out.
i had to cut our conversation short, however, when i noticed the owner standing a few feet away, staring at me whilst doing confused raising of the eyebrows.
hmph.
∞ posted 2 months ago in Everyday
- me: cherry ripe for breakfast? tsk tsk.
- emily: yeah, and soup for breakfast?
- me: what? we eat it with buttered toast back home. mushroom soup, vegetable soup -
- emily: that's just weird.
- me: well, you're weird!
∞ posted 2 months ago in Everyday
life is when you ride your bicycle and all is peachy and well until you see the rugged stranger on his super bike stopped in front of you and your bicycle suddenly decides that it is an appropriate time for a little lie down.
i’m just glad my skin is too brown for anybody to be able to see that my cheeks are on fire.
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∞ posted 2 months ago in Everyday available in high-res
drew this on emily’s whiteboard. i’m starting to show kitty-petting withdrawal symptoms. there aren’t any stray kitties around in launceston that i may pick up and pet and squeeze and things, much to my disappointment. the other day i was stroking my fleece blanket whilst reading before going to sleep, and earlier i had picked up my friend’s two-year old daughter’s plush kitty and scratched it under the chin before squeezing it. needless to say, this attracted a few odd looks from everyone and there was an awkward bit before my friend’s daughter farted and distracted everybody.
anyway. my housemate erin found an old magnet set of hers made up of a collection of words all related to facial hair. she went and stuck them on the fridge and we spent a good twelve minutes constructing all sorts of sentences. things got quite out of hand after a bit, though; i don’t know why the word ‘moist’ was included in the set as i can’t see how it relates to moustaches/beards, but i guess it does. somehow.
hmm.
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∞ posted 3 months ago in Things My Pencil Told Me available in high-res
and the way she’s always mellying about the house the way mellies do.
sigh.
∞ posted 3 months ago in Things That Come Out of My Mouth
- dad: ugh, there's something in my shoes.
- me: i believe they're called feet.
∞ posted 4 months ago in Everyday
that line really gets me every time i hear it. how inconvenient it would be to have a hand that comes off in the rain. how would you hold your umbrella up?
anyway, it is 17 days til i leave, and i think patrick knows something’s up as he has been sleeping in my bed for the past four nights, now, which is incredibly uncharacteristic. even i don’t sleep in my bed all the time. that or he just likes how my blanket smells like him (ick). cats and their strange habits. like grubbs and her fascination with toilet water. although she’s stopped that now, seeing as how she finally realised water in the porcelain bowl isn’t the same as the water in her kitty bowl. also she is less likely to find bits of -
anyway.
it hasn’t really hit me yet that i’ll be leaving my home for a year. but then, it’s only a year, anyway. although, i have a feeling i’m going to get incredibly weepy at the airport, as i am wont to do during farewells. especially with people i know.
oh wells. i don’t have a nose that comes off when i cry or anything, so i’m not too worried.
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