So This is The End

I was seated in a small coffeeshop in Karak, Pahang today when it hit me. Over the amazingly smooth patin and durian bombs, I realised that this would be one of those memories stuck in my head forever. There we were, Seng Hean and 1/4 of the Taiping Gang laughing and simply enjoying good friends and good food. All four girls were joking and squealing over Danny's newfound love (which was Gang Member No. 8 or something like that) and I was basically trying to ignore the looks other patrons we giving us because of the racket they made.

I loaded most of my stuff to the back of Seng Hean's Avanza,and Danny was there, getting his stuff out as well. Allan was helping me out a bit and I could tell he was kinda disappointed. A few nights ago he was complaining that he wouldn't be able to find roomies as "cool" as us. Flattered I was, but it was an overstatement. The new girl downstairs was moving her stuff in, and though I wanted to, I couldn't say I would miss the place. In fact, I couldn't stand the sight of one last glance. I couldn't explain it.

And there we were, us three guys, me watching as Danny had his Hokkien mee dinner. Talking about days gone by. Talking about 3 years in the making of the life I know. And there I was,wondering how different life would be when I return, wondering how much they'd change, wondering what paths life has prepared for us. I was thinking back to the first time I met them and how much things have changed. How much people have changed. And how the things we used to joke about have come true. And there it was. One of the last times I would meet Danny as my roomie for 3 years. No goodbyes, no farewells. Just that. Just the hope of what lay ahead. Maybe I was the only one reminiescing.

And here I am now, sitting in front of Seng Hean's PC, while all my stuff is in the maid's room. And here I am hoping that this next phase of life will be all rosy and predictable. Problem is, I know it won't be. And when I leave in 7 weeks, will it all take a turn for the worst? I'm trying to find a landmark of my life here, which would be my reference point before the concrete jungle sets in. That elusive landmark of photographs and dream-like memories which is now all that's left of my youth.

So this is the end.

Now I know how it looks like.