Mid-autumn festival today...
Beautiful moon. A sense of tranquillity overflowing when one stares too long at it, which at the same time bringing back bitter-sweet memories...
Was going through my box of stuffs brought back from Lancer, looking for a contact list when I came across several letters and cards I have received during the 11 months I was there.
More than 10 letters/cards send by 3 people. 1 not in contact anymore, the other meet up once a year and the 3rd, I last went out with her less than 2 weeks ago. Perhaps people really do try to stay in contact when they are apart in different parts of the world, but when they are back together in a country, they tend to take relationship/friendship for granted (Ask Alex about "The Reason" by Hoobastank and he will tell you more).
But nevermind, I am meeting new people everyday... I still owe someone 3 Hersheys...
Each time you walk far, I pretend that I am well