Reminiscence

Yesterday, I had a short visit to Petaling Street and can’t help but to reminisce about the past whenever I walk pass the guest houses. A stream of past memories couldn’t help but to gush through the my arteries of my brain and I helplessly couldn’t stem the tide.

Guest houses there are flocked with tourist even at these days.. during the middle of the year where usually there isnt sufficient amount of holidays for backpackers to leave their home and embark on an adventure into the little known tropical country like here. I witness them walking pass by me, aimless.. clueless.. and awed by the cultural shock. Everyone of them had their backpack filled with essentials. Coming all the way here, away from home. In unfamiliar territory. It really reminds me of dmk. I do acknowledge  dmk’s sacrifices. For that I am eternally grateful and, I know that there is no way I could ever fully pay that exorbitant amount of debt. Thank you.

They say people changes. I suppose that’s true. But at times, changes that came too drastically and simply too hastily would startled any0ne .. even me. True enough if one were to say that I don’t know dmk well enough.  And true enough, I don’t defy their claims on that. Perhaps it is of no surprise after all… Eh ?

With no expectations, there would be no disappointment, or in my case, any surprise. I’ve heard people say.. it is this emotional detachment that we begin to appreciate things in life. But the problem is, how do you expect us to emotionally detach and remove expectations from things/people? Easier said than done isn’t it ?

” Le plus grand faible des hommes, c’est l’amour qu’ils ont de la vie. ” – Molière

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