Life on a Jet Lag
Here are some picture injections to my sickling livejournal. Just some crude snapshots before I fire up my PS machine and PS like a vicious Chinese chef making fried rice (CHA! CHA!).
(It’s delicious!)
(NEver got to try these.. was busy eating icecream cone)
(Hm, I’m wearing the same kyushu shirts)
(It’s delicious!)
(NEver got to try these.. was busy eating icecream cone)
(Hm, I’m wearing the same kyushu shirts)
Going to Taiwan first meant smooth sailing instead of Crash-landing at Richmond, emotionally speaking. I’ve already eased my craving for good food, had enough dodgy potions in glass bottles, had time to sleep all day, and warmed up beside the bonfire that is my slightly distant family. The excitement and relief of leaving Japan, the stone of arriving somewhere completely (relatively speaking) new, seeing something familiar yet distant… These things were done with in Taiwan, before I arrived at YVR.
All I need now is a good shave.
(Just some cheap breakfast)
(Those things on the roof are hand-carved!)
(mango ice with condensed milk)
(motorcycles everywhere. I might need one if i were to live there. Mm, Accidenty.)
This post combined with Shirley’s mention of food back home…. holy crap I’m craving some non-Japanese food!! >_< By the way, Jon, I thought you’d be interested in these findings: Pocari Sweat DOES go bad!! Very bad. …what a waste.
Hmm… it’s freaking hot and humid… pocari sweat… what a wonderful idea.
*wonders to dorm vending machine*
didn’t i tell you of the mysterious white balls that starts to grow in pocari sweat bottles?
i never saw the balls grow into completion. must be an awesome sight.