Monday, January 12, 2009

Kampung

Picture of my grandparent's room at my kampung

Most of us trying to eliminate all the antiques and old stuffs which witness many days along us. We tend to hunt for modern and breath-taking (as in the value) items and we are so proud to own these flashy branded items. Hey, all of the furnitures here are way older than me. They were about the same age with our country, around 51 years.

One of the oldest item you can see in this typical kampung house is a jug that served as one of the gifts on the wedding dinner of my grandparents around 50++ years ago. Hahahahaaha, it just looks like a piece of old classical jug before i know about my grandparents' love story and my mom's childhood. The bad news is the cover of the jug was no longer there, just like my grandpa who left us 7 years ago.

Life is like a journey, driving toward a particular destination and memories are views that you have passed. Whether there are mouth-watering stalls, a deadly accident or pretty chicks waving to you, once you stopped, it will be hard for you to continue your journey. To those who have stopped, time to move on. No point stopping and looking to these scenery. You will never reach your destination. Whether the memories were good enough for you to be spellbounded to it or bad enough for you to try to delete, once they were gone, forever they were gone. Unless you are trying to break a world record by driving without looking in front, let what has behind, gone and what has left, as a casual conversation topic in future.


1 comment:

Anonymous said...

It's really hard to comment on your post as we are not in the same field... All of your posts are related either is mentally or psychologically-ness-tation posts. It's make me goes @.@