I prefer to refer today as Zhong Qiu.

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You guys should get used to crowning Chinese thing with an original Chinese name, otherwise the next time you would be surprised by the fact that most yellow heads know Jiaozi as Jiaozi, not some stupid “dumpling” we learnt in junior high, or tofu as tofu, not bean curd, or here what I’d like to call Zhong Qiu instead of middle autumn day or moon cake day (heeeello? Today is much more than the greasy dough!!!).    

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But I have to admit that thanks to those oily bastards, I successfully land on my scale with a stunning 7Xkg. I just cannot control my appetite, especially when those are in a unique flavor called Huotui that tastes just like bacon with sugar and oil, which I know is a perfect and powerful combination of high fat, high calories and high carbohydrates. Yet the 3 Highs have not intimidated me, at least not completely, although in my photo albums, there are tons of past me tortured and deformed by them. I don’t know, maybe these days around Zhong Qiu, I just don’t care about my infamous weight, for I know it’s the only chance of a year that you can have those 3 Highs in a pretty lovely pastry shaped like the moon. I just love astronomy, you know.

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But what I love more is something about the moon. I love the old legend I have been told since I was a little kid with wild thoughts. Chang E, that exquisitely beautiful young lady with a rabbit; Hou Yi, that probably handsome and surely brave shooter of suns; Wu Gang, that determined and strong ax man, all of those became the haunting mystery of my childhood, including the elixir that makes Chang E light and fly, either of which makes me dream for it; in my early years, it was the ability of fly that drives me crazy for the elixir, while it is now the ability of losing weight that does me. Growing, am I?

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Anyway, year after year, I dreamed of that elixir and have been given those 3 Highs in return. I wanna be light in my dream, but in reality I gain weight. A festival with a legendary elixir that can make people lose weight ends up being one when we become fatter and fatter. Isn’t that ironic enough?

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Yet Zhong Qiu keeps on, as it has many merits: we can enjoy family reunion; we can make moon cakes make us fat and we can also of course peer at the moon chewing the memory of our childhood: those legends, those characters, those lovely carefree experiences… just like the cake, High fat, High calories and High carbohydrate,’cause that’s exactly what life tastes, at least to me.

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Behold I love Zhong Qiu though it fats me.

Two super huge rainfalls visit CD today with a burning sun as the interval. Poor babe…gang raped by earth, sun and rain…still becomes my date on this special day.

I am not mentioning the OGs though, to which I think I am not more than a witness plus a thorough passerby to those hideously show-off torch relays for I am not that kind of FFs whose zealousness can easily be brought up by all this speciosity, while the Valentine’s Day seems more attractive and seductive to me.

What has gone wrong, honey?

Have you loved someone else already?

Then who are they?

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Nothing went wrong, babe.

I am still loving you…

but you have outgrown my love for a long time…

you just don’t know…

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What?

No…I still wanna ask you out every double 7!

Touching you, kissing you,

confiding to you that I am feeling lonely yet not horny…

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I have been waiting for the answer from my city, a surprisingly tough incredibly wise and bizarrely beautiful young lady. I think I will keep waiting till the day she officially dumps me.

Darling, answer me…

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Gosh, I am stuck… for good…

谨此悼念512地震中逝去的万千生命

一路走好

Seeing the text, I officially announce that I am keeping being haunted by what you once called “nice gestures”….Emails and phone calls are two big parts of these gestures, which I don’t care at all. If you want me to be happy then just leave me alone. OK? Dank u!

Every time I receive such nice gestures, those stuff would remind me of something I don’t want myself to relive in. Dude, it’s quite clear the days are gone when the words “crisis” or “IND” drove me crazy, and when I was so lost that I needed some guidance. I am good here, so plz wrap up your nice gestures and wild conjectures, it’s a clear NO between us…. WAKE UP BUDDY!

I have to admit that you helped me a lot getting through all the mess that otherwise would lead to a horrible consequence, and IK DANK U HARTELIJK! But I think we are even right now given all the things I have done and I have been doing for you. You know what, we could have been good buddies but for those weird experience. Anyway I still wanna thank you and use the text you sent me to wish you good days. And now I give you the answer to the question in your letter, it’s NEE SORRY IK KAN NIET, VOOR ALTIJD.

I am free, FINALLY.

Flexi-time really sucks.

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Actually, there is still part of me that want to get back to the job I am doing right now ‘cause simply I love it. Yesterday, I was chatting with my former student about how to TAP English, and her version of tapping it is to find a super powerful reason to persuade herself to accept the fact that with English she can dig further in her career or “TAP her career”. It is always good to see a single person that is not a fan to BIG E finally has a reason to struggle further in this chaotic field. After all, E is not that disgusting as we expect it should be, and certainly we can find lots of fun out of it.

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Labor Day has been curtailed, yet the passion for the freedom of people in China doesn’t. Gosh, that’s a little bit ambiguous or should I say “punny”. “The passion for freedom” is just, you know, “the desire for a free time”, NOT something else you may come up with given the circumstances right now in China, someplaces like Dongguan, Fuyang, just to name a few. They have been tapped well by the BIG D.

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I am BTW managing to live peacefully in a fantastic corner of China without using a big China heart icon in my QQ or wearing a terribly loose white T-shirt with a “I love China” on it ‘cause I prefer skintight type, or go striking at the front door of Carrefour for I am way too wrinkled to be an FF; however, I would always support those who have done or are doing these above from the bottom of my heart, as when you’re boozing up, you should “Bottom up” to show your sincerity and honest to those who are sometimes even not your friends. Well, you cannot blame anyone for doing that; it’s a Chinese thing.

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And let’s talk something more relaxing. A friend of mine has got himself a GF after a long time miserable self repairing from the last relationship. And on the third day after the girl has been tapped, he brought her under my microscope. First impression is so so, and the type of this girl is a 180 flip to his ex. One thing I am not a fan to is that the girl smokes; I always have a thing with any female chimney. To me, it’s the beginning of deterioration (of course a little bit extreme) and it’s a sign of lack in responsibility ‘cause they are child bearers; is there anything bigger or more fierce than keeping their body healthy? Having said that, the open-minded nature of that girl is what I like. By saying “open-minded”, I don’t mean slutty, while “hospitable hostess to be” is more accurate. And they kissed in front of me for like a zillion years in our karaoke box, leaving me there like a pitiful, deserted, embarrassed and stupid solo singer humming a corny melody with a tacky MV. But of course, I am being me for some reasons. He is my buddy; although after my professional zooming, I have some doubt about his this time; I know all I can do is to wish him good luck at least in a short term.

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And about another pair of loving birds, my suggestion is to get both of you indulge in this game for REAL. After almost 5 years marathon and “tapping”, you guys had better come up with more constructive moves than just complain that there is no where to seek the passion you once had.

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And after I have sagely gossiped all of these,

WHO WANTS ME…………t_t

WHOM CAN I TAP…………. T_T

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This summer, can I find that missing part of mine in the crowds?

Mysterious…

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Tapping! Tapping!! Tapping!!!

Gosh, flexi-time really sucks.