Namchow Rice Cracker

First day back to work after a week of void, it's just another work day, so here's a stocked up review from January. (No, actually I glued fabric edges all day and it was super boring.)

Thanks aunt Y for this one. Never notice the weird brand-name until just now. It's a product of Thailand bought at London Drugs. Doesn't look like they're restocking, which says a lot about the quality and popularity. The cracker is on the hard side and loaded with MSG. It leaves a sour aftertaste in your mouth. Just because MSG keeps you going, I finished the roll and was forced to buy a new one so that aunt Y can have some. (Ordered by mom.) It's only a buck, but this would be the last time I buy it.

Dare Breaktime Ginger

(From January 2010.) Ginger cookie. Yeah, tasted like ginger bread, but not very good. Too dry, too hard, and too sweet. Mom bought this because she knows dad doesn't like it. Otherwise, he would clean up everything, and there will be no cookies left for the rest of us. Sounds mean, doesn't it? But it's true, and sad. Sad because this is not like mom, and might be the beginning of her mind going. I'd rather eat soda crackers than this, though.

Coko Smoki

(From January 2010.) Thanks A for this one. First of all, it's coated in chocolate. The texture is like Cheetos, but sweet, not salty. Kind of tastes like rice. (Sorry can't read the ingredient list.) The fragrance of cocoa is thick, but too sugary. I think I tasted malt too. Overall, it's a bit on the sweet side.

Migraine attack

(Image is stolen from the web.) As I type, my visual field is dissolving away. This time it starts close to the center. Took a Tylenol extra strength right away. Hope I can stop the attack in time.



Yes it worked. But I can still feel some pain and tension in the forehead.

Traffic-pocalypse

The student's grandfather was sick and in the hospital. Luckily he was discharged today. All I could say was, get well soon. Doesn't seem like P is having much luck on his reel lately.

Again, SC completely threw the ball to T. Can I still rely on him about giving me this painting job?

Went to Park Royal afterward. Mainly to get stuff for C. There must have been an accident on Lion's Gate but the news didn't say anything except for a gridlock. Normally it only takes 15 minutes to go from Lonsdale to Park Royal. It took me over an hour!!! It was horrible!!!! A bus used the left turn lane to cut the line. It was super easy because the intersection was left clear. However, other cars started doing that! AAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHH!!!!!!!

Traffic was bad overall, as there was also an accident on Second Narrows at the same time involving a 5-ton truck. (Heard it on the news while stuck in the gridlock.)

On my way back, along Georgia downtown, again, blocked by a tow truck. It was a bad day for driving.

Couldn't get everything for C. The main item was sold out, but got some other unexpected stuff. I guess it was equivalent exchange. Something goes well while others not. But... how come I'm only having bad vibes lately?

Mint Thins

(From January 2010.)
"President's Choice 70% Cocoa Dark Chocolate Mint Thins". Wow, probably one of the longest name on this blog. Tasted... OK. Nothing special or memorable. On the good side, yummy stuff usually are bad for you, so this should be "good" for you. On the bad side, there's no fragrance or whatsoever. Just... sugary. Need I say more?

Pee trail

(Photo is unrelated to subject.)
Dad beat me to the bathroom by just a few seconds. Sigh...

I had to delay my shower by 1.5 hour to let the stinky smell air out a bit. But it was just foul when I entered. First, he didn't flush. Then, I saw the pee trail on the floor. All the way from the door to the toilet. No it didn't dry completely. This also means, his pee got on the carpet too. Nothing new, I'm just fed up. It stinks. Badly.

Sigh...

Sigh...

Sigh...

Sigh...

I think I stink.

I think other people stink too.

There have been many times that I smell pee on my chiropractor's hands when he works on my neck.

Don't know if it's him not washing his hands, or just me.

I think it's me. This pee stink is etched into my noise or something.

I think I've gone crazy.

How can I not go crazy?