it is a conspiracy i swear. the gods of homesickness have found a prey and by thor's nuts, they're tormenting me with constant reminders of home. i watch taiwanese dramas and bowls of shui jiaos and beef noodles mock me, mock me i say. i watch hong kong dramas and i see plates of home cooked food, i spy sweet and sour pork and i think my heart wept. i listen to joe augustin's podcast and they talk about mooncakes, mooncakes WITH FOUR EGG YOLKS.
usually i would be slightly exasperated with my mother because she buys way too many mooncakes, which i happily pack away coincidentally. one of my fondest memories involves me dropping a big snowskin durian mooncake on the floor while i put back the box of mini snowskin mooncakes so i ate 4 mooncakes in one sitting. then i felt sick from that dessert, but see, nostalgia makes that episode terribly heartwarming. another incident involved me puking mooncakes because i drank too much but that is a story for another day.
i need to exercise, shadow boxing has made my back ache and i am a sucker for muscle aches. nostalgic sunday, my greatest ambition.
emo post for another day, i cannot do emo at night. i have no cider with me now. i have had many visions of cny and nian gaos this month, can anyone explain such weird dreams?
our day will come.
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