Thursday, I went drinking with Pickles' friends Frederico, Dan and Xander; it was a great time. Friday marked the beginning of Army-Navy weekend. Met up with Cheng Han, Sam and Dan again. Last night, we went for a satisfying round of karaoke together with Peng Fei and his other three West Point friends. And the weekend's over; they're all gone.
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Memories
The long rains fall
and fall, and fall.
Wintry cold outside,
heater-warm inside—
in my mind
where embers are stoked,
where memories
have a life of their own.
No sense of time nor place;
no need for that.
We were there—
that’s all that matters.
And in those memories,
Was that glance,
that smile
ever meant for me?
Or was it all just
a figment of my imagination,
fading as
waking dreams
always
do.
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