If you were to stretch out your hand and try to catch hold of time, you will find that it seeps through your fingers effortlessly

It has already been some time since the last time I posted here, being busy with my renewed hobby, which is photography. Much time has been spent on roaming the KL streets and exploring some unknown territories, just to find an interesting object to shoot. Indeed, these few days, I get to know KL deeper than what I have already known for the past 10 yrs. Hence, for the first time I appreciate KL as it is.

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Of course for most photography enthusiasts, Putrajaya occupies at least the top 3 positions in their "must shoot scene" list. I am of no different. The only difference is beyond the majestic buildings, grand bridges and serene man-made lakes, Putrajaya is also a place, which is very dear to me. Back in 1997, when the economic crisis triggered by currency speculation hit hard at Malaysia, I was already enrolled in Inti College Malaysia under their 2+1 UK accounting degree program, which required me to spend at least 1 year in a Scottish university to complete my degree. But everything changed with a blink of an eye, when my father's business almost gone under. Though that period seemed so distanced now, it was still a tough period to go through. In the end, I completed my degree locally, which I have no qualms.

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Nevertheless, things took a sudden change again, when my father was awarded with a contract to transport more than 50% of the lamp posts to be installed in Putrajaya. That contract alone revived my father's business and also entitled me to spend a year in UK for my master degree. Therefore, it is not unusual that I occasionally visit and pay homage to Putrajaya, as an appreciation for giving me the opportunity to see the world.

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Nevertheless, taking Putrajaya's pictures today made me reminisce the past, it didn't help at all with the rainy weather and gloomy sky, which accentuated the woeful feelings in me. While everyday I make plans for the short-term, I have forgotten the long journey that I have paced all these years. It was neither a smooth journey nor a turbulent one but it is quite a memoir, nonetheless. Even challenges back then have lost their grief and gradually become my cherished memories, what more those sweet experiences that I manage to pick up along those years. Looking back, indeed, the space in my memory as hard disk, has gradually diminished day by day, while its content increases. I guess it is the sign of ageing, when your heart is bogged down with so much memories that you yearn to play back. However, past is past. To live the past once again, is utterly impossible.

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I once heard, life is like rollercoaster, the uphill is just like our adolescence years, when we keep pressing the accelerator. While downhill is like our midage and thereafter, when we keep applying the brake, only to find that the brake fails us. The profound meaning of this saying bit me hard today, after all, we always leave a part of us in the past.