NAVA'S ZEN

Returning back to the back then familiar ground of Taman Tun Dr. Ismail, how could I have not possibly ponder, neither reflect on my mayhem years? Those years when I was a sweet young lolly dolly who partied during the weekends in Taman Tun. The already sunk deep down Titanic pub may not have been my favourite spot, but hei, I was one of the customers seated at the bar, every now and then, I grooved as well. Oh-boy! Those memories definitely kicked in hard for automatically triggering a broad smile on my face as I took the turn into the row of shop-lots, facing the road. Great goody unforgettable old memories indeed, but there were undoubtedly some ugly truths too. Well, what do you expect when alcohol takes its toll, and Taman Tun by itself was also my food favourite haunt. Just a short drive from SS2, but once I uprooted and then planted my roots in Shah Alam, those memories I have saved in my external memory card slowly started fading. Not until I returned again on this part