Lunch Box (2015) – Yong, who loves to cook, falls in in love with an
Indonesian girl named Yulia. To win her heart he keeps cooking food for her which she never eats. Later on he finds out that Yulia only eats Halal food. He learns everything that there is to know so he can make suitable food for her to eat.
I asked my dad if I have ever made him cry in front of me before, because I don’t remember ever seeing him cry. He said, “Once.” He told me that when I was 3 years old, he laid out a pen, a dollar, and a toy of some sort in front of me. He wanted to see which one I would pick. I think that a lot of Chinese people do that… It represents what you’ll value most when you grow up. Like the pen is intelligence, money, is well, money, and the toy is fun. He was just doing it out of curiosity and boredom. It was interesting for him to see which one I’d pick anyway. He said that I just sat there and stared at the items. He sat across from me and waited patiently. According to him, I crawled towards them, he held his breath, and I pushed everything aside and went right into his arms. He didn’t realize that he was one of the choices. And that was the first, and the only time I made him cry.
well shit now u made me cry
aww, that’s sweet
… i am now morbidly curious as to what lifestyle that predicts.
it means you choose family above all the other things, i think
if someone had done that to me at age 3 i probably would’ve toddled off in search of food or picked a fight with my brother, which i’m sure would’ve alarmed anyone taking the test seriously
wait is 5! = 120 an actual math thing i just reblogged it bc i sincerely believe that yelling a number makes it bigger
An exclamation point after a number means factorial. Five factorial is 5 times 4 times 3 times 2 times 1. Three factorial is 3 times 2 times 1, etc.
But the more exclamation points after a number, the less big it is, a double factorial is every other number, so 6!! is 6 times 4 times 2, which is less than 6!, So yelling a number makes it bigger, but yelling louder makes it smaller again
And then she emptied all of your fridge, did a number on the neighbours’ rabbits, ran from your loving care and sent you the bills to pay for her little ones. Ahh the feminist dream come true…
Wow, you even got beef with the fucking bunnies
Nah, I got beef with people who lay the emphasis on “deserving everything” rather that “you have to work hard if you want to earn good”.
could you imagine being the kind of person who takes time out of every day just to comment things like this on posts about bunnies?
could you imagine you’d be the kind of person who defends bunnies just because they are bunnies?
Can u imagine even thinking so negatively about a sweet lil bunny?!!?!
IMAGINE BEING THIS EMBARRASSING
Me when someone needs to chill their roll on a post about bunnies
“Imagine defending bunnies just because they are bunnies” might be the funniest thing ive ever read
I think what I’m amazed by is that @lleuwelyn somehow managed to get “[a woman] deserves everything” and complains about it not being a “you have to work hard if you want to earn good” message out of, get this:
“You can do anything you set your mind to”, which in itself implies that ones own work is required to produce the results.
Imagine being so misogynistic that you see reasons to hate women literally in the very message you claim you would be satisfied by
Because that’s exactly what it is. and nope, you are quite wrong. I can set my mind on wanting something. that doesnt mean I will get it. Unless I work for it. “setting your mind to” and “earning what you want” are 2 different things. Now I know that you being a feminist automatically makes you allergic to the word “work” as you expect everything to be given to you on a silver platter. Sorry, princess, in the real world things dont work that way.
Yeah, that felt rabbit toy needs to work harder and pull herself up by her bunny bootstraps. Thats how the real world works, right? I saw toy story.
Hello new followers of my blog because of this picture. Here’s the story:
I work at a Veterinary Hospital that does both dog and cat boarding. This is our cat boarding room, and the cat you see there is Professor Jiggly. His full name is actually Professor Jiggly Hammish, but there wasn’t enough room on the post it note to write that. Professor Jiggly is a Bengal kitten (currently 10 months old). My job title is Animal Caretaker, so I get to feed and clean up after and play with all of the boarding pets. Professor Jiggly is not my cat, but he does have an owner. He is not for adoption and is extremely well-cared-for. He has already gone home and is no longer boarding at the clinic but he will be back again.
Professor Jiggly is loud. Anytime you walk into the cat room he is meowing for all he is worth, sticking his paws through the bars of his condo for attention. So I let him out to explore the room. You can see I tried to give him a couple of toys and I even sprinkled some catnip for him but he just wanted to check out the room. I put a post it note on the door so that no one would open the door and accidentally let him out into the rest of the clinic.
This was as I was walking away to go tend to someone else, and he was was meowing because he wanted me to go back in there and pet him.
Rereblogging for the story behind Professor Jiggly.
just moving along like everyone else 