the face is ammer, his long time buddy who studied together with him. alongside ammer is his lovely wife fina whom he marries when they were studying. he has known ammer since they were in secondary school where they spent their adolescent years in compounded area full of tortures and narcissism. they love themselves so much but they are not gays.

he stands up to let fina sits, being a gentleman as always but fina do need a seat since she is 5 months pregnant - ammer and fina's first child. the feeling of being an uncle really excites him. never before someone he knows get pregnant, he is the only child and his parents are the only child too. is it because of the genes? he hope not...

ammer hands him over the part that ammer has worked on. he scans through it briefly and smile. ammer is really good at his job. he envies ammer in a way - ammer is married with a baby on the way. ammer has siblings to share stories of happiness and sadness with and ammer is good at what he's doing. to him, ammer is like a brother he never had and ammer knows it....

he pushes the button on his handphone to make the alarm snooze. it is like his tenth time pushing the snooze button. he should wake up by now. he has a big day today, a big day that may change his life forever - so to speak.

finally he wakes up. he opens his eyes, rubbing it gently to clear his sight. he reaches for his glasses, the oakley o-wire that costs a fortune. his squinty eyes look bigger in that, the main reason why he chose the frame. his mauled up towel is still on the floor, proof of his hectic lifestyle where he reaches home late at nights, take his bath and doze off. he picks up his towel from the floor, smiling at the glance of winnie the pooh image on his towel. though he lives in a nice bachelor pad complete with state-of-the-art gadgets, he still loves winnie the pooh or maybe he just loves the towel. the towel that has many sweet memories, the sweet memories that he'll never forget - ever.

not a typical morning person, he takes his bath briefly but surely. he makes sure that he is clean shaven for the day, his face well moisturized and he applies the hair reshaper gum to make it all look complete. the suit that he has collected earlier last night hangs nicely on his wardrobe, neatly pressed and crisp. he is the self acclaimed ubersexual, far more superior than the crappy metrosexual who only cares about what to wear, where and what to eat or should he get his back waxed et cetera. he is more to his career, what he should be doing in 15 years time. sitting behind that CEO's desk - that's his vision. he do loves wearing nice clothes but that is more to self satisfaction rather than trying to look cute. raoul fits him nicely but a padini will do the same too. tying his neck-tie with the windsor's knot, his purplish necktie compliments his white shirt. for him, he just wants to look sharp.

he is in his mid 20's, he loves his life. late night partying on weekend's eve. raving the dance floor banging and shuffling to the electro-trance music. he loves his weekly dosage of tiesto with a dash of van buuren or van dyk. his principle of life is simple - life is like an ice cream, enjoy it before it melt. he sure is enjoying his life. no commitments, no responsibilities, no boundaries.

he walks down the stairs of  his two storeys apartment, going to the entrance of his pad. from there he has a clear view of the majestic kuala lumpur. his bachelor pad is located in the heart of kuala lumpur, the capital of malaysia. to him, nothing can beat kuala lumpur. he has been all over europe while he was studying there. he has seen many beautiful cities but kuala lumpur still remains at heart. he never forgets about his origin, about his roots. though he loves a caramel macchiato with a dash of cinnamon, he never misses a glass of teh tarik at the mamak stall.

he takes the lrt, the easiest way avoiding traffic jams in kuala lumpur. it is the usual morning rush, with everyone hustling and bustling in and out the train. he is a bit nervous. well, he should be nervous because today he has a major presentation going on. the project that he has work his sweat out will be evaluated today. his left knee is shaking, a sign of anxiety.

the train reaches masjid jamek station. the door in front of him opens. a lot of people come in and out but there is one face that catches his attention...

that day the sun shines brightly into his eyes, shimmering with hopes of joy. his enthusiasm is to the fullest. he believes that nothing will stop him along his path. he ponder back to what he has done and what he will do. life is blissful...

reborn of a lost legacy?