Feelings after my sec. trip to Vietnam

If I'm right, I think I wrote some deep feelings from my heart after I came back visiting Vietnam two years ago. No exception this time, having had a trip there always makes me wonder a lot of thing such as the creations from God...
I didn't talk a lot during this trip, unusually, I thought more than I talked this time. I believe most of the time my mom was wondering what I was thinking looking up on the sky. I didn't want to think that much but I just couldn't help.
I remember seeing the moon in the late afternoon and thought it was the sunset the day before I came back. And I didn't realize until it got darker and my dad yelled 'see it got the Chinese letter 'answer' on it, it's the moon, not the sun'. When I was wondering how come there's the letter 'answer' on it, my dad told me that since he was really little, he always think it looks like the Chinese letter 'answer' is on the moon when you just look at it. My mom told dad that it's a shape of a rabbit instead of the letter 'answer'. I tried so hard to see if I could see the 'answer' too, but I failed. Then I started being amazed by how the Lord created the world. For me, it's still hard to imagine that the beautiful stars we see now are the their lights from milliams and milliams of years ago. When you think of that, I could realized how small we're in the universe, my whole life is just alike an unvisible spot but then I could worry so much about everything everyday which means nothing to the entire human histry.

Dad's employee told me that when he went to a town in Vietnam, he met a little girl trying to sell him some stuff. He asked the little girl why not go to school, and a stranger near the girl ask him 'then what can she have for meals?' That makes me feel so guilty and I'm so selfish when I'm praying for better life... God created us equally but sometimes I just can't understand when I see those kids. I wish I could give some of my luck to them to go to school if I could.

When I see people going pass through when I was walking on the street, the strange feeling comes again. What's the percentage to just meet these passengers out of milliams and millaims of people in the world. I'm sure it's much lower than my working visa's lottery. Then I really should cherish the friends and classmates I have had, the ones I've been with.

I just knew the biggest news from the hotel I was working for, about the Indian couple I was working with. The least couple I thought would ever break up, they broke up with the least reason I would ever think of, and the boyfriend is now with the least girl I would every think that he would pick. Maybe when couples are being too close to each other for too long, everything else would be interesting for them, or maybe probably just one week or even one day when they're apart, cheating could be exciting. I think maybe I have enough samples for mydissertation of this research. I can't help but speak out for the Indian girl...'Son of the bitch!''

Well, time to get back to estudio Español! Amigos, study as much as you can when you can and appreciate God to give us the chance.