This morning, I woke up (or rather have yet to sleep) and went into my new room.
Although it was filled with hardware and tools the workers left, I can’t help but to imagine furniture arrangements. With my measuring tape, I took everything into account and sat in one corner picturing how it should be.
My mind drifted to somewhat 8 years ago, when we were moving to Ampang 971. Dad appointed me to oversee the renovation progress. Driving from Sri Ayu (Setiawangsa) would take about 10 minutes. However, dad was a little uptight about giving me a car. So I commuted on the bus daily and it took 1 hour to get there.
Fast forward, it reminded of me cycling to school (university) everyday.
This may sound whiny, but 4.6km cycle (one way) is tad too far for a spoiled brat (who’s tuition fees amounts to RM64k per year). I rode along Jalan Ampang at peak hours, everyday. Though it may not be a hilly stretch, it’s dangerous, hazardous, hot and most importantly polluted with carbon monoxide busting from automobiles.
Of course there’s the side walk to cycle on. But it’s too bumpy and it did puncture my tire once in a while. I do have a spare tube in my bag along with a spanner to fix everything by the roadside (can you imagine that sight?). But I’d rather cycle on the streets, although it means being an ant on the road.
Accidents Shit happens. I gushed my elbow and knees almost weekly (I have scars to prove). Thanks to the buses whom decided to brake conveniently or a slight graze, enough to turn me and my bike upside down or me splatted behind the bus. It also broke my bike lights and damaged the frame. Motorcyclist would also yell at me because I’m hogging the route between cars, “Naik tembok la bro!”.
That’s not all. Once in a while, some bugger decides to slash my tyre (at school). I couldn’t take my bicycle on the bus, so I had a long walk home. I’m not sure whether I was being inappropriate or too arrogant, but I’m sure I had enemies on Campus. Till date, that remains a mystery.
Once in a while, I’d walk up to dad and ask for car or motorcycle. His reply,”When I was in UTM(KL), I cycled everyday.”. If you didn’t get the message, that means NO.
Cycling 9.2km everyday, showing up sweaty at school, learning something I don’t even want to do (engineering) and busting my balls to gain an extra inch on the road. That’s what I had to endure daily.
Thank God it wasn’t a long wait. A year later, dad lent me his company car but I had to repay by working for him during my spare time with an additional allowance of RM250 per month (the only source of money). If I was planning to take my deary girlfriend out on a movie, I had to skip lunch. Usually, I had to work on weekends or after school.
The bike which was once leaning against the wall of my house and growing rust all over, was stolen in 2007. Nobody was riding it anymore, plus it wasn’t even my bike to begin with (it’s my bro’s). I don’t think it’s even fit to be ridden anymore. If it did, I’m glad it served me well.
Despite all that I had endured, I felt lucky and thankful, I turned out just fine.
ps: I still have the fiery flame stripes bicycle helmet.
pss: If you think that I am being a whiny rich-son-spoiled-brat, yes I am.
psss: To my deary ex-girlfriend. I’m sorry the things between us never worked out.