ヽ( ≧Д≦)ノ < Doctor, doctor!)
(Yes, dear patient? > (ಠ_ಠ)
<
ヽ( -`Д´-)ノ < I think I'm ill!)
(Why do you think you are ill? > (ಠ_ಠ)
(  ̄Д ̄) < I sneeze every morning.)
(Only in the mornings? > (ಠ_ಠ)
( ̄(工) ̄) < Yes, only in the mornings.)
(How about at night or during the day? > (ಠ_ಠ)
( ̄(エ) ̄)ゞ < No. I feel fine during those times.)
(Put on a sweater when you get out of bed. > (ಠ_ಠ)
(; ̄Д ̄) < So I'm not ill?)
(You are not sick. You simply feel cold after being under a warm blanket. > (ಠ_ರೃ)
Σ(◎_◎;) < Seriously?)
(Yes. Now get out. > (ಠ_ಠ)
(; ̄Д ̄) < ... So I'm not sick.)
(〜 ̄▽ ̄)〜 < Thank you, doctor! Bye bye!)
(... > (ಠ_ಠ)
(... > (ಥωಥ)
Thus, by putting on a sweater every morning after getting out of bed, I stopped sneezing in the mornings... until I stopped putting on the sweaters in the mornings. Time to start that habit again.
Wednesday, September 26, 2012
Sunday, September 23, 2012
Hoping for Rain
A light rainy day and a cloudy day with a cool breeze are my favourite kind of days. I am not a person who enjoys the Sun much, because I get itchy skin and a runny nose when I stay under its rays for more than 10 minutes. Warm days are also uncomfortable, but I admit: warm sunny days provide the best lighting for photographs, reading, and working.
It's the second day of Fall in the Western calendar, and the trees are just starting to change their colours. What's weird is that September's day-to-day temperatures seem to be rising and dropping dramatically throughout the week, and it occasionally rains on Tuesdays. I don't mind this weather though, no matter how odd it is. The smell of rain and the crisp air is nice and relaxing.
Top image from Aphorism by Kujo Karuna, volume 1, extra chapter: scanlated by Shinnen.
Sunday, September 16, 2012
Unplugged Expo
This is old news, but there's a new anime convention in town. Its name-- Unplugged Expo.
At first glace, it looks similar to Toronto's Fan Expo. It has anime, comics, gaming, and music; minus the horror and sci-fi categories. It also fills in the convention gap in the fall season. There aren't many conventions around Toronto in the autumn time.
What's interesting about Unplugged is that it seems to emphasize on meeting popular local cosplay artists, who are guests to the expo. Cosplaying is already a grand attraction to anime conventions, but it is nice to see that cosplayers are starting to get more recognition for their hard work.
The slogan tempts me to attend Unplugged, since it promises "a weekend of awesome," but... I cannot go. I want to focus on my readings. I'll read about people's experience at the expo, though. That's a promise!
At first glace, it looks similar to Toronto's Fan Expo. It has anime, comics, gaming, and music; minus the horror and sci-fi categories. It also fills in the convention gap in the fall season. There aren't many conventions around Toronto in the autumn time.
What's interesting about Unplugged is that it seems to emphasize on meeting popular local cosplay artists, who are guests to the expo. Cosplaying is already a grand attraction to anime conventions, but it is nice to see that cosplayers are starting to get more recognition for their hard work.
The slogan tempts me to attend Unplugged, since it promises "a weekend of awesome," but... I cannot go. I want to focus on my readings. I'll read about people's experience at the expo, though. That's a promise!
Labels:
convention,
Toronto
Wednesday, September 5, 2012
Hello, Mr. Wabbit
"I need the hamster cage!"
... was what my father yelled when he walked into the house while taking a break from mowing the lawn. "There's a baby rabbit that just won't get out of the way of the lawn mower."
I ran out the door to see this rabbit he was talking about. It stood still next to a big hole in the ground on the side of our neighbor's house. It made me think it was a baby too because of its small size and the way it was sitting sprawled on the ground. For some reason, it had a leaf covering its face and it wouldn't move.
"It thinks it's a ninja," said my father.
My father put on gardening gloves and placed the rabbit in the cage. The rabbit didn't move nor blink.
"Put it somewhere safe, but not in the house. I'm going to finish mowing the lawn."
I put the rabbit on the front porch and went back into the house to share the news of the rabbit in a cage on our porch with my mother and sister. I went back out to take a picture of the rabbit.
Then my father had this idea that its mother left it (for good) and that it would need our help (somehow). I told him it should be put back where it was. He insisted that it was going to be killed by the local raccoons and didn't want to leave it alone. We didn't know what to do with it later. I called the local animal service groups but they were all closed, so I went to the one place that wouldn't disappoint me-- the Internet.
We ended up putting the rabbit back where we found it after the lawn was mowed.
... was what my father yelled when he walked into the house while taking a break from mowing the lawn. "There's a baby rabbit that just won't get out of the way of the lawn mower."
I ran out the door to see this rabbit he was talking about. It stood still next to a big hole in the ground on the side of our neighbor's house. It made me think it was a baby too because of its small size and the way it was sitting sprawled on the ground. For some reason, it had a leaf covering its face and it wouldn't move.
"It thinks it's a ninja," said my father.
My father put on gardening gloves and placed the rabbit in the cage. The rabbit didn't move nor blink.
"Put it somewhere safe, but not in the house. I'm going to finish mowing the lawn."
I put the rabbit on the front porch and went back into the house to share the news of the rabbit in a cage on our porch with my mother and sister. I went back out to take a picture of the rabbit.
Then my father had this idea that its mother left it (for good) and that it would need our help (somehow). I told him it should be put back where it was. He insisted that it was going to be killed by the local raccoons and didn't want to leave it alone. We didn't know what to do with it later. I called the local animal service groups but they were all closed, so I went to the one place that wouldn't disappoint me-- the Internet.
We ended up putting the rabbit back where we found it after the lawn was mowed.
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animals
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