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The big fat moon that hangs overhead
As I trudged home from the MRT station, I realised the moon was big, round, and bright till it's almost white. And I've been in a nostalgic mood recently, and thus drew the following conclusion:
Our past is like the moon. Sometimes the season isn't right, and we don't see it. Sometimes it illuminates our path. Sometimes it spooks us.
In other news:
My treasure hunt on wheels is going to be held in the afternoon of 20th Nov, Sat! Anyone free to come? Can blade/cycle (in fur's case, be driven by the front cyclist) from checkpoint to checkpoint and play exciting games that we all love (guess?) and to end the day, we're going to have a bbq, on my cell group's bill. *beams* who's game? Come come, support your friend who harbours a secret ambition to organise future healthy outings with all of you!!!
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