Just came back from a ride, sightseeing around Sibu town.
I tell you, the sky was so damn beautiful. Reminds me of the old days, when I used to kill time by riding my old bike. She's old now, old and wrecked by so many accidents. Hehe. Selalu sangat peng motor.
As I rode along Kampung Datuk through Kampung Hilir, I observed that the folks there still live very much like the old past. Same old houses, same old stalls, same old people(:-p).
Hmm. I wonder if a little bit of change will do.
Kampung Datuk. Hmm. Many of my friends lived there, don't know whether they're still there now. Emigration among Sibu Malays and Melanaus have been quite commonplace these few years.
Well, the past is past.