ESSAY - Saturday Night

What started out on what I thought to be a boring Saturday Night turned out to be the otherwise.

It was unlike any Saturday; where my folks would usually go over to my relative's house to play a few rounds of Mahjong(I do hope you know what this game is). However, something cropped out and the visit had to be canceled - which what I thought would lead me to rotting in front of my laptop playing DotA and RPGs with my friends; but no, something in my mind and heart tells me that I'm not going to waste the night away. I have already been playing online games with them for the past weeks and thankfully that addiction is finally fading away - I no longer feel bounded to the laptop anymore, or more specifically, bounded to the vicious cycle of DotA.

I had thought of going fishing for the past few days already. What inspired me was my childhood days of fishing at Labador park with my father and from the catch reports I read so much about at a fishing forum. Something piqued my interest of fishing and here I am - ready to go to my destination - Kranji Reservoir.

I took my necessary items - cellphone,wallet and water bottle - and took off with my bike. The journey there was long and arduous - it was roughly about 8PM when I'm at the outskirts of my block. I started cycling towards the dark abyss in front of me - bracing myself for the scariest and creepiest ride of my life. Kranji used to be a battlesite and that is already sufficient to tell me that it's haunted by the martyrs of the pasts.

It was a long stretch of road in my view - I started to cycle like never before. The darkness drives me to keep cycling and my legs would not stop. I felt like I was running for my dear life ( or in this case, cycling ) - until I reached a bent. The road was now filled with foreign workers and they are all over the road - on the divider, the roadside and even in the middle of the road. I did not know which scared me more - the dark and lonely road or the road filled with foreigners.

At least, the road was much brighter due to the light coming from their dormitories and the factories. I cycled down the next stretch of road with a comforting sigh; until I reached a fork. I took the path left and cycled all the way down again. The numbers of people around me started to decrease and after a few minutes of cycling - I finally reached my destination - Kranji reservoir.

The sight there was absolutely breath-taking. I was on my bike on a platform that separates the seawater and saltwater. Johor, a city in Malaysia, lies in front of my sight. Absolutely brilliant - yet could be perfect with a shimmer of the moonlight, alas there was none.

I took a moment to enjoy the sight and prepared myself to head back home. A drawback was that the place is FILLED WITH MOSQUITOES SUCKING MY BLOOD. I took a sip of water and hurried back lest more mosquitoes come and infect me with their god-knows-what diseases.

Unfortunately, as the night is too dark OR my cellphone's camera is too lousy, I was unable to take a picture for my dear beloved readers. Fret not, I will try and take one in the day and post it right here.

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Signing off - Gene. Hope you enjoyed the story :/ Based on a true recount.