Decided to leave Sibu to go back to the old place last weekend. Bintulu was the first stop. Stayed at chai's house. That place reminds me of whatever happened when I was in foundation. Those days sunk down into memories, which I will never look back. We bought a bottle of chivas, a dozen of stout and few packets of cigarettes. Talked about past and future, money, career and women. Whom we met in the past, who we are with these days. Things change with time. What we did were to laugh them through whole night till dawn.
Reach Miri the another day afternoon. Didn't manage to meet and hang out with everyone i know. Some is experiencing things that will help them to grow up. But still glad to see everyone is doing alright. Chilling out at Sports Cafe during the last night. Sang as loud as we could, bottom up every beer we saw, Shake with the bass of the music, ended up in Lutong at 4am, eating my favorite wantan.
Nothing matters anymore when you are able to have fun with your valuable friends. May not be coming back next year. By the time we are meeting up, everyone will have graduated, some married perhaps? Some working far far away? Only time can tell the answer. Moving on again, departing towards different journey.
God Bless us all, may we be gathering in somewhere again in future. You all are my best friends =')
