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Sunday, March 19, 2006

Entry 1: On Gasing and Goodbyes

It all started out with this sign:

And the inevitable became the evitable.

It was going to happen sooner or later. I knew that for a fact, yet upon seeing the above sign sometime in February, reality really sank in. Gasing is moving!
The last weekend of February was the last time I spent the night in Jalan Gasing. It's funny that we call it Gasing in the first place. It's not technically on Jalan Gasing, but somewhere off the main road there. I'm not an expert on the history of the house, but when the guys moved in during Semester Khas of second year (circa 2001) little did we know then how the place would end up being a landmark in our puny little lives. I'm sure it's the same for everyone, but I really grew fond of the place, more for its memories rather than the pijat and bantal busuk there.
And it's ironic that I never became a tenant there myself, rather being the official illegal squarter there. Gasing was always my 3rd home really, other than Seremban and my second home be it in College or my 'official' rented house in SS3. It would be the place best described by Cheers' theme song, 'Where everybody knows your name.'
The memories we had there were countless really. No place to stay for the night in KL? There's always Gasing. No place to hang around for the weekend? Head off to Gasing. Need a place to watch Akademi Fantasia without feeling guilty? You know the answer. Heh.
And whether it was the snake curling up behind the toilet, or the cat that finished up its nine lives in the bathroom. Or even the super cool New Year parties there, Gasing always has a tale to tell. To appreciate the memories in one entry doesn't do really justice to the house. It's the focal point of many things in my university and post-uni days. And for that, I really owe it to the guys (and gals?) who make the place really homey. Even though the occupants comes and goes, everyone who have stayed there has contributed one way or another to my memory of the house. And for that, I thank you.
So the guys have moved along to another house in S17. Another Gasing in the making? I don't think so. We all, afterall have our lives to attend to nowadays, right? I'm not sure of the answer myself.
I'd like to end with Kajun's words on the end of an era at Jalan Gasing:

"Sedih siot. Macam series Friends last season."

Right you are, bro. Right you are.

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