| Recently, I revisited an old hang-out in Bangsar where me and my friends patronised week in week out. The last time I step foot on that place was nearly three and a half years ago and back then it was called Red Chamber. Now it is called D'Haven. Nothing much has changed under new ownership except for its atmosphere, it is less Arabic. This is because, they imported in a bunch of Thais to serve authentic Thai delicacies and also to pack the shisha. No doubt, the quality of the shisha is not as good as it was during my teenage years. Like it or not, only Arabs knows how to pack a shisha that gives you the wonderful effect called "kick". Thais, Malay, Chinese or any races could only come close to a decent one. Leaving the shisha out, this place brings back a lot of memories, it's like a trip down memory lane. I could remember those great moments we had there clearly as if it was yesterday. Reminiscence is the word to sum it up. While I was there, thoughts once again flooded my mind. Ten years down the road, for real, ten years down the road, will this place still stay be in its original state and condition? could we still do a gathering in this place? will this place be run down due to racial or any sort of riots? or will Malaysia exist as it is today and many years before today? Questions aplenty, answers? we just have to wait. Like a game of poker, you have to raise your stake to reveal your opponents card, and then only could the winner be determined. My hopes and aspirations are my stakes, ten years later, I will know. Just keep believing. On another side of my life, referring to my previous post about dilemma, that feeling struck me again today. It's tough, tougher than an overcooked steak. Talking about planning your life, it just sends a shiver down my spine. It's not because it's eerie but it just hit me so hard that the whole thing needs time to sink in. I can assure you that it's sinking in every nanosecond. I just can't come to terms with the fact that i'm already an adult and no longer a child, teenager, adolescent, kidult or whatever you describe as not adult. Every move requires critical thinking because if I fuck up, it will take five years to patch it up and how many five years more do I have if i'm to involve in a series of fuck up. It just shows how bad a chess player I am. How nice it is if humans are like Super Mario. You can go to every world to collect coins and when you have 100 coins you can exchange it for another lifeline. Just have to remind me self that "The world doesn't work this way". That is why i'm complaining that the world is working against me. I think i've arrived at a cross road in my life. YOU ONLY GET TO LIVE ONCE. Like Jeff and Rocky said, it's like treading past unchartered waters. It's 'very" unchartered for me. Perhaps it's just part of growing up. I'm a bit slow. |
