another post? hey that's pretty fast..

"Every story has an ending. But in life, every ending is a new beginning."

I just watched a show that ended with that line. It's one of those lines where you go "wow that's so true" and just sit there pondering on that life sentence while the credits roll. Seriously I can't imagine just how meaningful that sentence is. Imagine every relationship that didn't work out. Imagine the time you finished primary school, then secondary school, then post-secondary education, etc. Imagine every job change you've had. It all ended a chapter in life. But that ending only heralded a new beginning. And it's usually after that chapter has ended that we really start to appreciate that chapter for being what it was. I look back on my poly days all the time and wish I could turn back the hands on the clock. It wouldn't be the same if I simply just enrolled into poly again. The people that made my experience what it was would not be there anymore. And it's people (and more importantly, friends) that add so much colours to my life. Of course family plays a major part too but that's a different kind of colour their adding.

Recently The Best I've Ever Had by Vertical Horizon keeps playing in my mind. There's just something about that song that brings back memories. The starting of the song has that haunting feel to it. I guess the one word to describe this is nostalgia.

I met a friend last Wednesday. It was pretty late after a movie and I was having a smoke outside with some friends. She walked by and our eyes caught. She came over and we said hi. We chatted for some 5 mins or so and then she went on her way. It's funny how such a simple event can trigger so much feelings. I was never close to her at all during our time in poly. In fact, she was closer to one of my very close friends. Sure I always admired her, always thought she was good-looking, intelligent and can carry herself well. But it never went anything beyond that. Then 3 years after we graduate, we bump on the streets, exchanged numbers and I find myself wanting to ask her out for coffee to catch up on good times and find out how she's been doing all these while. It's a funny feeling that I really can't explain. Maybe I'm just acting on the nostalgic side of me. Maybe there's something more.. I honestly can't tell.