“I, AM, A, FATHER.”
(i wonder how many people on earth knows what I’m talking about. It’s the ad campaign slogan for the Toyota Voxy)
This is about my box from Taiwan. Right after I handed the box to the post people at at the post office, I asked them if they could put some whiny labels begging for mercy, such as “Do not sit”, “Do not throw”, “Do not kick”. They laughed me out of the post office.
There were nothing really fragile in there, except for the dried noodles and chips. They are special because they’re made with the Taiwanese disregard for the MSG content, and somehow they just aren’t sold here, probably due to the health hazards they’d pose to the general public.
Seeing that my two boxes from Japan arrived safe and sound, I wasn’t at all worried, and slept everyday in obvilion.
dream:
reality:
One day it finally arrived, and it looked like someone used it as a soccer ball on the boat deck. I had a good time laughing at boxbu’s comical mischief, then i cut him open with my knife and took out all the intestines that i had stuffed in a month earlier. I was glad to find my missing mouse pad in there.
Farewell, boxbu, and sleep in peace.
i’m surprised that u didn’t get taxed for importing so much stuff (was it 2 boxes from JPN and 1 from TWN?)
Hahahaha! Let me take this moment to say that whatever mail service you used in Taiwan sucks the big one!
Oh, and I hope Shirley didn’t put a hex on your box, since boxbu’s already bit the dust.
(you are right.) i’m surprised too. maybe something is occupying the customs agents lately.
been doing low-level programming lately?
You spent money to ship noodles and chips, but won’t buy me delicious taiwanese duck tongues. *TSK*
Damn you John!
Gimme the instant noodles! HAHA….
When are you going to the Guu place, this Friday? Friday is good, and you can pick me up at UBC heh…
Larry