I remember a time when the world was simpler – a time when the Sandman brought blissful slumber and the prospect of Tomorrow brought nothing but the eager anticipation of another day in Paradise . A pity then that reliving one’s fondest childhood memories is a

Harvest festival for the land below the wind.

It was an eventful month of May as the summer air carried a distinctive flavor to the little big state of Sabah , Malaysia . It surpasses even that of the Earth’s trees, the ocean’s salt or the city’s heat; it’s the combined aroma of sweaty t-shirts, barbequed meat, various mix of beer and other liquid stuff. What else could it be? Okay, I could be more precise, but that oven-heated mixture of chaos and fun would only mean one thing for the state of Sabah , Kaamatan season.

Setting the scenes in Bangsar Baru is the twentyone tables+terrace up at Bangsar Shopping Center . By day, a great place to wine and dine, hang out and to catch up with friends; by night, it’s a different demeanor altogether, seductively disguised in its sleek black and white interior.