{"id":293,"date":"2007-09-25T06:47:00","date_gmt":"2007-09-25T06:47:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/laimayleng.com\/blog\/?p=293"},"modified":"2007-09-25T06:47:00","modified_gmt":"2007-09-25T06:47:00","slug":"happy-mooncake-festival","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.laimayleng.com\/blog\/happy-mooncake-festival\/","title":{"rendered":"Happy MoonCake Festival"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a onblur=\"try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}\" href=\"http:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/_M3iNL0ShtgM\/Rviyuvmx0EI\/AAAAAAAAAh4\/42ouK4PLkug\/s1600-h\/mcake-2.gif\"><img decoding=\"async\" style=\"margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;\" src=\"http:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/_M3iNL0ShtgM\/Rviyuvmx0EI\/AAAAAAAAAh4\/42ouK4PLkug\/s320\/mcake-2.gif\" alt=\"\" id=\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114033893002039362\" border=\"0\" \/><\/a>My heart is singing for joy this morning. For some strange reasons, I couldn&#8217;t go back to bed after having my wee hours wee wee. I tossed and turned for an hour. I was smiling in bed. I felt silly. That moment, I knew there was something more than the smirk on my face. My thoughts were on mom&#8217;s funny &#8220;Tai Chi&#8221; moves she showed me the night before. Simplicity shared with compassion. I started feeling gratified and so I did, woke up and pen down my valuable moments.<\/p>\n<p>Little Things that Make My Day<\/p>\n<p>1. A friend asking me out for lunch\/dinner\/movie<br \/>2. The gas station pump attendant cleans my car wind screen<br \/>3. My student giving me a candy<br \/>4. Mom showing me her &#8220;Tai Chi&#8221; moves at night<br \/>5. Seeing my crush in group outings<br \/>6. My post in blog receives comments<br \/>7. A friend initiates a chat with me via MSN or Yahoo Messenger<br \/>8. My torrent download completes<br \/>9. Raindrops on my window pane<br \/>10. Having dinner with my family<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>My heart is singing for joy this morning. For some strange reasons, I couldn&#8217;t go back to bed after having my wee hours wee wee. I tossed and turned for an hour. I was smiling in bed. I felt silly. That moment, I knew there was something more than the smirk on my face. My [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[3],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-293","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-inner-thoughts","et-doesnt-have-format-content","et_post_format-et-post-format-standard"],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.laimayleng.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/293","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.laimayleng.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.laimayleng.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.laimayleng.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.laimayleng.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=293"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.laimayleng.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/293\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.laimayleng.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=293"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.laimayleng.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=293"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.laimayleng.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=293"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}