Rush Hour & Romance

I woke up at 7am, turned off the first alarm clock and slept for a little while more, thinking the mobile phone alarm will get me in a few minutes.

Wrong, I ended up getting up at 8am.

The queue to the exit of my apartment alone took ten minutes to clear, I'm just glad that the car air-conditioner is working fine. Slowly pulling out to the LDP I drove towards my office. Got stuck again nearing the destination, I suddenly recalled those many many mornings when Justin used to send me to work, every freaking morning.

Thinking back those tough mornings when he had to juggle getting ready himself and getting me to work on time, I melted right there in my car.

Here's my sincerest toast to all the boyfriends in the world who drive their girlfriends to work every morning and never complain.

I'm sure it used to be exciting for him to fetch me around in the mornings, but I'm sure it was hell after a while. I was glad as hell when I finally was able to drive myself to work, a year ago. He sacrificed his morning rest to get me to work, making the detour in heavy traffic and thick bike jacket, gloves and full-face helmet. There were numerous fights caused by the rush hour, I remember one in particular vividly.

I was so angry that he took so long in the loo that I walked out of the house and try to hail down a cab, I needed to go downtown for an assignment that morning and I was late. Walking defiantly under the morning sun, I was half hurt and half feeling guilty for causing the trouble. Then miraculously I got a cab within minutes and arrived at my appointment quite on time. Then the sweetest thing (to me anyway) happened, he called and we made good on the phone. The rest of my day was bliss.

I can never be too grateful...I was never grateful enough. That is all in the past now, I just hope to be useful to him now that I have transport. Hey J, I'm your umbrella on rainy days, just call 1800-SUNNY-BOY.

Before Justin, Kawasaki Zepher and Sunny Boy, I was living in Pandan Indah and had to commute to work via STAR LRT, then PUTRA LRT and then PUTRA shuttle. I had to wait in queue every morning to get on that bus that would take me to my office. One day I saw something that almost moved me to tears; I was watching this young Malay couple queuing in front of me, the lady had her hand bag while the man (whom I presume was her husband) was carrying her lunch bag for her. When the bus driver climbed into the bus and started the engine the queue moved slowly into the seats. The man moved out the of queue and hand the lunch box to his wifey, the wife kissed his hands and he kissed her on her forehead before he walked away.

Somehow that just moved me so deeply. I was touched by the love shown by the man, he waited with her for the bus and they just had this loving-gentle aura. I know what you see on the surface doesn't always mean the truth but I was happy to let my cynicism slipped that day.

I'm grateful for all the mornings you fetched me to work, I wish it was easier on you. I promise I won't do it to the next guy.

I'm grateful for your help in getting me to drive and eventually got my own car.

I'm grateful for having my SUNNY, it's the BEST thing I've ever had, it's given me the life I want -- going to rehearsals, theatres, singing class.

If you are stranded somewhere in a heavy down pour, just call 1800-SUNNY-BOY ok?