When I got into the car that Friday afternoon, I had only one thing in mind. “Go to Bandar Salak Tinggi and head back to Cyberjaya”. I had my destination in mind, I knew how to get there. It must have been my twentieth time visiting the Ministry of Education’s office. Trouble is, I could never find my way back home without getting lost.
Before I head off, I drove to the nearest petrol station, filled up my petrol tank. Be prepared, plan ahead.
The journey took me 30 minutes. It was 11:30am. I bid goodbye to the officer and took my standing proud certificate back to the car. I glanced at my wrist watch, 12pm. Great, I have half an hour to drive back to Cyberjaya. If I get lost, follow the signage to Putrajaya, I’m sure I can locate Cyberjaya from there. That was my contingency plan.
I arrived at the familiar junction. Staring back at me, was the traffic light blinking its motion teasing me in contempt. This time round, I thought to myself, ” Ok, another chance to make the right turn. I’ve been through this path before and it brings me to no where land. Let’s try a different bend. ” My car turned right. I circled around Dengkil area several times, yet I couldn’t find the exit to Cyberjaya or Putrajaya. Mystically, after a few turns here and there, I discovered my way to Putrajaya. Brilliant ! I know exactly where I am. I was so wrong.
Beep ! Beep ! My mobile snorted at me. “Where are you ?” it urged me. Little did I realise, its 1pm and I’m still in Putrajaya, lost. Knackered. The road look all the same to me, only the street code differs. I was trying so hard to find the right road and at the exact moment of 1:03 pm, it just hit me, how enchanting is the magnificent architecture and fine crafted street lights in Putrajaya.
I pulled my car at the side of the road, stepped out of my vehicle and gazed upon the bridge close in sight. A friend once told me that Putrajaya has 9 suspension bridge. (if I recall correctly) The architects must have worked so hard materialising the design. Here I am, lost and hungry, I stared at the concrete structure. I took a deep breathe and went back into my car, continued my no where journey.
Soon, I arrived at a familiar building, the Putrajaya mosque. I know this place. Next turning, is the Prime Minister’s office. This road I’ve taken yet many times. The next swift, I found myself heading back to Cyberjaya. I arrived at Cyberjaya at 1:30pm. My friend greeted me with a bright smile.
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