Bridge to Terabithia

Not sure why I had a sudden urge to take a pic of this pedastrian bridge linking KLCC area to Pavilion KL, when I was on it about 8.15am this morning.

I had the earliest job interview of my life this morning at Suria KLCC food court. It was actually scheduled at 7.45am, what an ungodly hour! It has been a while since I had to wake up so early in the morning, felt like I was in secondary school again! Anyways, the interview was with a headhunter (didnt expect two turned up, conducted over breakfast on the table), so I wasn't expecting much out of the session.

As expected, the session ended briefly after 20 minutes. Didnt want to harbour any hope just yet as, as I had learnt my lesson well. Besides I still have no idea who my potiential employer is, only knowing that they are some top ten public listed property developer. (I guess these are the most attractive adjectives to describe that company as that was what I only got to hear throughout the session)

Leaving my headhunters at 8.05am, I still had plenty of time to kill before I clock in to work at 9. Having nothing in mind, the only thing I could do was to take an unusually slow stroll back to my office (apparently it was still faster than some peeps!). It was a very rare occassion for as the usual morning rush for work has become part and parcel of my life. I was actually half enjoying it, and the half was amazed by the fact that I had to adjust myself to adapt to such simple pleasures. Thought were flowing in my mind, but they were slow and scattered. All I could summarise from the pieces was the yearning for a change in career and subsequent changes that lead from one to another.

I saw KLCC Aquaria, Wisma UOA and Novotel passed me by, before I finally reached the foot of the aforementioned bridge. There was a sudden surge of emotions, recognising the bridge as a transition, to crossover from an unfamiliar yet pleasantly comfortable ground, to somewhere I should belong, somewhere familiarly unpleasant.

The escalator carried my heavy foot up the bridge slowly, but it wasn't slow enough. I looked at my Swatch, the needles are no where near forming a right angle. Then I glanced around, over the sides and beyond the other end. The serenity of a notoriously busy spot in KL was too much for me to absorb, well, in a good way. Wanting to immortalise this weird concoction of feelings, I decided that I need to take a picture!

A simple bridge could carry the most fundamental worth for bringing you closer from one place to another, but it could also mean so much more to others. Both consciously and subconsciously. It could be a real transitional space, or it could be symbolically a linkage to two worlds with great disparity. From the Golden Gate, to Bridge Under Trouble Water. Not forgetting also Bridge to Terabithia


After lingering at the bridge for a while, and continued snapping some photos along the way, I finally reached my destination.

It was still 20 minutes early.


P/S: I had never watched the movie entitled "Bridge to Terabithia".