Deja Vu

This is the news from yesterday's world journal (世界日報). It caught my attention not because of the contents, but because of the "deja vu" of this scene.

Four years ago while i was walking in finance district in san francisco, i witnessed a protest by accident (see the 3rd post of my old blog "the war"). That was my first time stepping on this continent and the city of sfo. Four years later i came back again, in same season, at same area, staying in same one's apt, reading same news.

Everything is so familiar to me yet in different time zone. Several days ago i got off the airplane and it was st patrick's day, the same day four years ago we drove out to a bar in san jose for my first drink and first pool play in west coast. At that time you were only a nice stranger who tried to be a kind host to show this friend's friend around and make sure she had fun. now you're my closest one and still nice and kind and make sure everything's fine for me.

Life is really amazing and unpredictable, and this is why being alive is so good. Oh and i'm very glad and grateful to have met you.:)