I met my old buddy while I was watching Spy Next Door last night. He's quite a guy now. Nice haircut. Branded shirt. And a hot girlfriend. I mean real hottie. The 'wow!' type. Damn.
The last time I met him was back in 2004. Rock the world 5 if I not mistaken. But he's not the rock guy anymore. From what I saw at least. No more tore jeans, no more jack purcell and absolutely no more messy hair.
He has changed.
And he tell me "dude, you still the same" or in Malay "kau sama macam dulu la". No. I do change. A lot.
I think I've changed a lot through this whole years. From bad to worse to good to OK to the feel like wanna throw myself from twenty five story building to live like no tomorrow to oh shit my life suck and to bla bla. Too much to tell.
Just now, one of my housemate told me, he met my ex-classmate in Cheras. Precisely in Q-Bistro. With some inappropriate persons to hang with. Prejudice. Shit. A bit surprise since he was one of the hottest guy in my course before.
OK maybe he has changed.
And my housemate here has changed too. He started smoking last week after spending twenty two years of healthy life.
Oh. And Spy Next Door sucks.
And if you find a guy selling perfumes at the nearby mamak stall, don't forget to acknowledge him. Or at least say hi. He might be the next Prime Minister.
Lots of lucks. What a fuck.