Three days to Mid-autumn festival and I don't feel the littlest bit of enthusiasm except for the anticipation for a BBQ my friends are planning on the day following. I can't even recall the last occasion I have looked up in the skies in search of the moon.
The weather hasn't been at its best lately. If it doesn't improve by Thursday evening we'll just have to stare at a lamppost while eating mooncakes that contain neither lotus paste nor salted egg yokes and playing with Hello Kitty battery-operated plastic lanterns.
The only Mid-autumn tradition that remains for my family is the fact that our relatives will make a point to get together for a feast of chicken, fish, and Chinese mushrooms. Though the thought of 15 people digging with their chopsticks as if gold coins were hidden in every dish is enough for me to lose what little appetite I had for those chicken, fish, and Chinese mushrooms.
I must say I am looking forward to the semi-exotic fruits though. It's a shame my stomach can't tolerate any combination of more than three fruits at once.
And then there's the mooncake, of which I live under the horror to this day since gaining 13lbs three years ago after spending a Mid-autumn in Hong Kong.
I'm glad that the government has officially made "burning wax" illegal. It's kind of a relief to know that I won't be walking through the podium for the week following suspecting Clifford was tortured and crucified by kids in my neighborhood.
On the other hand, I wish that I had tried "burning wax" once before it was banned. Damn.
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