Nikki Freaking Malvar

I have sadly realised that I cannot commit to anything.

I cannot commit to weekly television because I am too busy eating. I cannot commit to pursuing my dreams because I am still too busy eating. I cannot commit to boys because the ones who like me are too nice, and the ones I have raging boners for are invariably emotionally unavailable. I cannot commit to blogging because I am lazy, so I think posting non-committal pictures of cats will be a good start.

This is me in a nutshell. But get me out of the freaking nutshell, it is salty.

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  1. A conversation with my grandfather

    1. (Translated from Tagalog)
    2. Lolo: You smell like soap.
    3. Me: I just had a shower. You don't like my smell?
    4. Lolo: No.
    5. Me: What's wrong with soap?
    6. Lolo: I can't eat soap.
    7. Maybe it was one of those you had to be there moments. But I swear, I got a bad case of the chortles shortly afterwards.
     
     
    1. ninjaatthecambie said: soap is too hard for his pustiso.
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