There, I’m advancing alone again in my staggering steps. If I fall, will you pick me up and bring me to my destination, along the chaotic paths to the beautiful Barrage?
Two Saturdays ago, I finally went for a jog after missing it for countless months. I was sad that I could only use the excuse that both work and studies were pressing too heavily on me that I could not really afford the time.
Jingkun had inspired me so much to keep myself fit. It took me days of dozing off immediately from work to finally make my lazy steps on the road; the weather pardoned me as well. I got to use my new Nike arm pouch at last.
I had no confidence of completing the journey after working out continuously for the past few days; moreover, I had not jog for a long time. I did not bring my Ez-link card or any cash along because I never want to let myself have any excuse.
The route was filled with construction workers, mainly inclusive of those from Bangladesh and China. The air was badly polluted with all the constructions. I did not see any other jogger around, unlike in the past. The roads were uneven with paddles of water, which never seemed to be able to dry up, making the journey more difficult.
I was shocked upon my arrival. The place was crowded with people of all ages, and half of them seemed to be families, whereas the rest of the youngsters were probably classmates. There were more than twenty kites hanging in the air and of course, a couple of them seemed to be trying to hang people instead. All in my mind was a new horror movie – the kite killer. It was a new experience to see the large number of visitors. Apart from the grand scene, the quietness had been revoked.
The second to the beautiful scenery was the cute girls around. A couple of the girls’ outings definitely brightened up my eyes. It was one heaven other than SIM and The Cathay.
It was in the early six and my body was dried up by the strong wind. I missed the days I left my previous job, living carefree and having to jog to Marina South Pier any time I wanted. The tranquility brought poetry back to life.