I’m currently 8 floors above the ground or maybe more. But for
now let’s stick to 8 floors above. I feel safer that way. Shall I describe the
view in front of me?
I’m seeing the
straits with a fishing boat slowly (it looked slow to me) breaking through the
waves. A large chunk of Earth can be seen about 400m away from where I am and I’m
guessing more developments will grow in the next couple of years. Three
cream-painted condominiums handsomely standing still behind the greenery; I bet
the tenants there could even see Singapore up-close. The best thing is I could
see the clouds deliciously shaped into cotton candies and swayed along by the
wind. Subhan Allah.
It’s rather quiet at the moment. Well, it was pretty chaotic
some time ago since there was a sports event going on in a primary school
nearby. Those days when sports day was a day to look forward to; a day where best
friends turned into enemies, if you happened not to be in the same squad. By the
end of the day, winner or loser didn’t matter because what matter was we all
had fun. Then again, the winner will always have her way out to brag about the
medals. Kids. *shakes head*
So I guess, I’m no more a kid. No, not as in baby goat but a
kid as in a child. (Get the joke? Probably not.) Anyways, I’m thinking of ways
to change my fate. Going through what I’ve been through, I have never been so
eager to leave all these behind and take a different highway. I want to be ordinary
because being extraordinary is too mainstream. It might not be fair, to say
that I’m taking other people’s place if I’m no longer interested. You see, why
keep seeing from people’s perspective when you’re the one who went through all
the trouble to be where you are now? Probably this is a dead end. Unless you
break through the ‘wall’, you’re just gonna stuck there since turning back
might not be a good idea after all. And while you’re breaking it let’s just
hope that there won’t be another wall.
I wouldn’t mind if I’m in a ‘maze’ instead because though
you might not be able to find a way out but you know you will eventually find
something towards the end. Provided what you find wouldn’t be a portkey which
will lead you to Lord Voldemort and witnessing Cedric’s death. (Oh no, I’m fictioning!
And also sobbing for his death *cries*) Also, if you don’t read or watch Harry
Potter then you won’t get what I wrote above. Hint: It’s a scene from Goblet of
Fire. The 4th book, remember? The part where… oh, nevermind.
I’m lacking of inspiration.
On a different note, I hope the coming Ramadhan will somehow
clean me up! I have always always love Ramadhan than that of Eid Fitri. And with
that…
… Happy Ramadhan to my muslim brothers and sisters!
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