i do love my dad and his attempts to dodge the us customs! "christmas scented beads" was hilarious enough, but this time my tea leaves and white fungus packs came in an envelope on which the green custom tag read: "study comforters."

although it's hard work wrangling with the mail room. my parents always forget to reverse my name on the packages, so they get filed under h.m. zhi, and i keep waving my id at them and saying look, it's obviously me, all you have to do is to rearrange the initials! and they say doubtfully, that's not your last name, and in the end i always get my package, but the process is farcical.