Jonbu the baker

This week has been hard. My bosses shocked me by assigning a bunch of work. Sesame seed shock.
It’s like when someone dump a truck-load of sesame seeds onto you while you were reading newspaper, standing. Imagine that numbing feeling on your sculp, and the emotional turmoil as you try to figure out what you’ve done to deserve this, while the sesame seeds continue to rain on you.

For the most parts of this week, I spent days trying to get some work going, to no avail. I’d sit in front of the code, and go “ugh.. ugh… ugh” but the juice would simply not turn. it’s settled into jello after all these months.

“Pocari”

Now here’s something I’ll miss. It’s almost like grapefruit powerAid, with very bad name. As the theory goes:

“When you exercise, you’re not just loosing water, you are loosing sweat. So, here, have some Pocari Sweat.”

Well, I drink it just for the taste. I don’t really sweat. That theory is totally useless.

When I went to HK, i bought pocari sweat. When I go to TW, i will buy pocari sweat. When I go back to Canada, I’ll get pocari sweat, but put it back before I go to the cash register. Cuz it’s too expensive.

Should I buy some Pocari Sweat Powder? Maybe. Then I can just sniff it in.

(More about that picture: I know it makes my room seem messy. But my room generally is, so don’t blame the picture.)