Good Old Days

missing the days where we'd all meet up at Raimah. it was where we would stuff ourselves silly w tonnes of prata. kosong, egg, cheese, bomb, paper. then washing it down w a nice bandung or a teh tarik.

holding e oily utensils between my fingers. feeling e oily air of e place on my skin. smelling wisps of e prata being cooked as we look for a seat.

urgh! shiok!

however, now... everyone seems so far away. either busy w school, training, part-time work, or maybe girlfriend. we're just a short walk apart, but it still seems practically impossible to meet up.

guess all i can do now is reminisce of e days which once were.