Yeah...today is mid autumn festival, otherwise known as mooncake festival, or its simply 中秋节 if you know how to read chinese. Nothing happy or not happy about this festival, its just another excuse to feast and indulge yourself in those sweet-like-dunno-what-fuck mooncakes. So stop wishing one another happy mooncake festival, wish them happy stuffing mooncakes into their mouth sounds a lot more logical.


中秋节 is not really a big thing in Singapore, actually. It is, however, a fucking big thing in Taiwan(according to 食字路口). Its almost like celebrating Chinese New Year in Taiwan you know? Its seem fun, the way those taiwanese celebrate it. They love to BBQ during this festival, especially pengkang sweet potatoes to makan. They call it 烤地瓜. Speaking of which, its been a long time since I BBQed. Get the drift eh, people? Lai la...organise something and we will 烤 some 地瓜 as well, ya?


This festival used to be very very very happening to me. I'd meet a couple of friends and go out to play with candles. Erm...not the perverted ways you sick buncha of fuckers! I know you cheebyes people would surely link candles to S&M, handcuffs, whips and things like that. You buncha cheebyes dirty minded fucks with a mind as distorted as 许纯美's face. We were still under 16 then ok!! Only till I was well above 18 and got into poly and got to know people from BBS then I became so corrupted one ok!! It was only then that I finally knew what else you could do with candles, other then seeing them blowing in the wind. You don't know what else can you do with candles?? Ask Elton John, he might know.

During those days, its a good time to ask girls join us fer this kinda celebration. Its so different when there are girls around. Though we were still young, we already knew how to find cheap thrills!!! We'll ask those girls to play some stupid games and find chance to hold their hands. Then we would play Nostradamus with our deck of cards and try to predict their future with it.


And of cos its all bullshit lar...We made it all up in favour of us lar. It goes like this: If ah boy like ah girl and ah boy's name is for example, Wong Ah Gao, we would tell ah girl that her destined husband's was a King in previous life(according to the reading from the cards, which of cos, is crap!). Then we would say since he used to be a king and so this life he'll bear that king's surname(wong is 王 , another meaning fer this is King). After that, ah boy have to pray hard there's no other Wongs in ah girl's life or mind, or pray hard that ah girl is stupid enough to believe our crap. Heng this buncha conman(including me) all have different surnames else it would be a tao tia thing to pinpoint the right guy.


Hmm...I sensed deja vu. I think I ever blogged about mid autumn festival and said this before, right? Knnz...I'm going round and round in circles siah... Aiyah, whatever lar...stay at home blog then stay at home blog lor...anyway I also give up finding things to do or places to go.


Luckily later got Ligapool vs Manure at 7pm, still not that bad. Last night's match kicked off at 10pm!! Sat from 7pm till 9.30pm and got so fucking sian and went home. Talking to kopi soh is just not my forte, I guess. The cheegens are still as nice, though. Kopi soh is still as fat and kopi is still 70cents per cup. Uncles are still smoking Dunhill and I'm still sitting alone in coffeeshops, quite often.


Ok, since today is mid autumn festival, I'll share with you a poem composed by one of China's great poet, 苏轼(pronounced as Su Shi, or the more renowned 苏东坡 and no, Sotong Ball wasn't derived from his name). This poem is about absolute loneliness, lots of sigh and the moon and his 五加皮/茅台/女儿红 are the things that are keeping him company. And no, it was not written by Teresa Teng or Faye Wong, although it was made popular by them. Its by 苏轼. Yeah, the one you learnt about in secondary school. I wonder how many of you still remember this passage on 苏轼牧羊. Its about this poet cum court official who got banished to the borders. Wrote this during those lonely days. He died at the age of 63, as a sad, sad, lonely man.


苏轼，水调歌头

明月几时有？把酒问青天。
不知天上宫阙，今夕是何年？
我欲乘风归去，唯恐琼楼玉宇。
高处不胜寒，起舞弄清影，何似在人间。
转朱阁，低绮户，照无眠，
不应有恨，何事长向，别时圆。
人有悲欢离合，月有阴晴圆缺。
此事古难全。
但愿人长久，千里共婵娟。


I wonder how many of you can relate to his loneliness and helplessness? I can.