footprints

Jay Chou's "Hair Like Snow"

thanks for making my life a sea...

yesterday i went to a childhood friend's wedding reception, i must say it was quite interesting. other than the embarrassing fact that i went with my mum *harlow she insisted that she had to GO since she knows the parents soooo well.... -_-*. well i used to be quite close to this girl, we were kind of in the same clique and could relate since we were of the same age but yesterday as i queued to shake her hand i was a mere stranger. i suppose not meeting for about 15 years has it's toll too...

the whole incident kinduv made me pause a bit and think what are friends? or rather who are our friends...it's odd coz at one point of time we will be so close when in another scene of our life we would be nothing more than a passerby. maybe that's us, human, we are just passerbys in this earth.

kinduv like reincarnation?

when you are 10 years old you used to befriend this person but you move on...15 years later you happen to meet that person incidentally and have no idea what this person is like anymore. that person is a totally different person whom you used to relate with. for all you know that person does not recognize you anymore, she/he'll give you a thinking look and then off to the next person's turn to shake her/his hand congratulating on the wedding.

if you ask me, i think it's pretty sad...the time you spend to cultivate on the friendship is gone in a blink of eyes. right now i'm close to a group of people but what about 15 years down the road? will we still be as close? will we still share each other's dreams? will we be telling each other jokes? will we be....*sigh* will we be friends?

i think i need to get myself a girlfriend...hahaha :p (of course that's the easy way out. if only everything is that simple. )

i suppose simplicity of one's mind is like a rare treasure. friendship for me is like the wave in kuta beach; they come and go...but i remain here in case they happen to come again another time continuing the friendship we had. each roll that passes by is precious and i will remember each and every one of them special as my friends. the very same wave might not come a second time and even if it comes it might be different but i should thank God for letting them marking my life with their footprints coz my life will not be as wide and beautiful as the sea without them.

all of you matter.