The park formed much of my childhood memories, it’s been long since I last stepped into this lavish park, swinging myself around the big playground like no one business, splashing my sweating body with the cooling water flushed right above me.

And as much as I wanted to release the ‘child’ inside me when I stumbled upon the KLCC playground, I realised that it was somehow possible. My physical body contained my feelings inside, at one moment I felt like I was a trapped animal inside my body, but the fact is that I have grown, and wasn’t the young kid that I once was before.

Strolling in the park was something more of a memory walklane rather than a refreshing walk.

We ended our day earlier, as the fatigue started to overwhelmed us with cramped legs, heavy eyes. I don’t understand where the once burning enthusiasm of travelling around has disappeared to.

Jalan Bukit Bintang was our last stop. The golden triangle has never fail to amuze me with its vibrant and diverse culture. Hustle and bustle at Bukit Bintang was something that always deterred me from approaching it. That was the thing of past and since then I have started to love this very part of the city. It’s amazing to see how the crowd fuzes in together in this street with people coming from different background, races, nationalities. Perhaps, this is the only place where we can see the ‘Truly Asia of Malaysia’.

On a sidenote, how’s everyone’s Aidilfitri going on?