Limau Manis

In an hour so, there I'll be, moving into a room much closer to my workplace. The thing is, it's not an unfamiliar room, never. It's bound to be filled with nostalgia, memories and such. Mate of mine lived in the same house, and that very same house is still very much similar to how it was. It was back in the year 2000, we were freshies in college, he lived there. In different colleges, I used to head down to his place every weekend, as back then, the area used to be the top drinking hole of Kuala Lumpur, nowadays it's not as lush as it used to be. We were there during it's peak, almost peaking out. Now, five years later, I'm moving back to the same house he's live in back in the joyous days. Everything looks older now, including the proprieter. His hair's greyed out, more wrinkles, his wife, looks older. Still with the same attitude, same talk, only more mellowed. That's how I feel, more mellowed, older. Half a decaded pass and it feel like yesterday when we drink ourselfs silly and head down to to the city with a bloody hangover and check out expensive clothings. We no longer do that. He's in the UK, been there for 3 years or so, coming to four. I left for Australia the year after and will be heading back there early next year, probably for a long time. Funny how things change and how somethings will just never change.