Mwhuat djoou sfhay?

My brother arrived home safely from China yesterday at around midnight (yay!); with him, he brought back two huge suitcases of loot, including some clothes which are too small for me, some awesome 0.3 mm pens (but only in black =/ still stoked!!! love them already), some silverwear (as in jewelry), and a s-ton of FOOD FOOD and MORE FOOD. Okay a lot of it was tea. But there were also a few bags of candiiiies mmm and one of them included were caramalised haw balls, which are extremely delicious and super, super, suuuper sticky/chewy. Even worse than the MaryJane candies people used to give out for Halloween (I guess as society we have become wiser in the sense that now everyone knows that those orange and black MJs are disgusting and also they get everywhere and stay if the paper experiences any wear/tear, ew). But YUM!

Of course I brought some of them to work today to keep me satisfied in-between meals. So here I am, perusing through some resumes when I decide to stuff the second ball in my mouth (they come in packs of 2, (how prescient of the makers, to know that one wouldn't be enough) and of course this is when my boss chooses this moment to walk over and tell me about something silly like the bulk e-mail I just sent out to 8000 people says "first name, last name" instead of the actual names. Don't worry it wasn't true and the e-mails actually go out pretty slowly it's like a minute for 100 names. No more haw balls today.