This afternoon I got to know my attachment venue and time I am supposed to be reporting; 7 Bedok South at SCS with monthly allowance of $550. I told my girl friend I need a jacket-cum-raincoat so it is more comfortable and easier for me to bring as I don’t need a bag to carry my raincoat. I can wear that jacket straight when I go down my house. After knowing that the jacket I wanted to buy was $125, she simply said, “Ask daddy help la.”
It is already good enough that my dad wanted to help me pay for my insurance; costing around $1600. Still she asked me to ask my dad for help for the raincoat. I asked her why she can’t help me out. She gave a bullshit reason that her mom will scold her. In my heart I said to myself, “It is not yesterday I know you. You don’t give a damn even when mommy scolds you. You don’t even care much and go ahead with the abortion costing $600 and you overcome when mommy scolded you that time. But you just can’t help me to get my jacket. Fine, I don’t need your help.
I wasn’t in the mood after the things she said. I walked off from the coffee shop saying that I’m going to talk to my dad. I gave my brother a call, he suggested me to get an Arai jacket, costing $60, instead of the Rainbuster, the one I wanted. I asked my girlfriend again she give said yes with an attitude of a holy bitch. Fine again, I don’t need your help.
I went home to see my dad when I notice my mom started to nag at me even before I step my foot in the house. I went to my room. In a desperate need to cool down myself, I changed to my shorts and take my stuff to wash my bike. I went down and saw my girlfriend at my void deck.
Someone unexpected gave me a call asking me where I was. I told her I am going to wash my bike. She told me to come down to Yishun multi-storey car park, the one beside the Yishun mosque. I went to my bike, started my engine and went off without talking to my girlfriend. She introduced me to all her friends. Somehow she knew that I wasn’t in the mood and asked me what happened. I told her my condition. Shockingly, she is willing to help me.
She saw my road tax disc and asked me whether I have gone for my inspection. Obviously I said no. She offered me some help with transferring all my illegal parts to her friends’ original parts just till the day my inspection has cleared. Her friends looked at my bike and asked me whether I reset the mileage counter every time I pump my petrol. I told him yes I did. “Your mileage already 164. How? JB tonight? 2am?” he said. I was planning to go JB alone that day, but luckily they are going as well.
We went JB exactly at 2.15am, had our supper there, got our petrol and cigs then everyone proceeded back home.
A thing that I have learned today is: Not everyone who you expect able to help you will help you. Those least expected ones are the one willing to help.