It all started on a Saturday evening at 7pm when Shaiful called me up to have dinner at a nearby coffeshop. While eating dinner, we chatted about our previous attempt of doing an overnight cycling trip with our secondary school mates. That was truly a moment to remember. 8 years ago, 7 brave souls ventured out into the unknown, assisted only with a map and loads of guts to complete a journey that altered the way we think and boosted our self-esteem. Nothing is impossible.
So, I candidly asked Shaiful whether we could pulled of another stunt like that after 8 years. He looked at me and knowing him, he's up for anything. It then became serious. Lol. Just the 2 of us. Uncertain whether our body could take it. Remember, we're no longer at our peak after loafing on our butt after we had ORD from National Service. But one thing for certain, both of us, if we really say we will do it, we will do it. All it take is the first step. I truly believe in that first step where you can never turn back and say that you ain't gonna do it no more. So what's our first step? A phone call.
Time: 8pm.
I called up my friends to borrow a bicycle for Shaiful. His bicycle was a long goner. He was making calls too. And yup, we did manage to find a decent bicycle for him to survive this arduous trip. I met up with him at his house at 11pm. I swear, the journey from my house to his was damn testing. At the back of my mind, could I pull this off if I'm already having doubts? But knowing me, if I say I can, it just takes my mind to drag me through this trip. Once I reached his house and did a checklist on our "Survival Kit"such as torchlight, bandages, bread, tuna, off we went on our magical trip. LOL. I hope we don't meet trolls and monsters along the way.
Jamiel and Shaiful. Attitude and mental strength shall prevail over our fragile limbs.
That's me writing our journal. I still have it in my drawer to remind myself that we managed to pull through the trip and what I felt there and then.
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