the nicest thing happened to me while leaving singapore.
i got called up in the morning of my rest day after coming back the night before from brisbane.
the flight was nice too, light load, nice people to serve.
being called up wasn't the nice part though.. it was shitty and i got really upset because i had work to be done yet.
wesley was really nice, and he helped me with it. a lot of it.
anyway, it was planned the night before, that i was gonna be out with him the entire day. so i went as planned. dad wasn't informed until i was already out and had some lunch. i wasn't really hungry because i was still upset though.
but i was out with wesley, but i couldn't contain my annoyance. tried being ok though, i guess i may have failed miserably. was in his room working on my essay and got really wound.
went out for a great dinner at sakura, did a little shopping at ntuc and went back. ended up, wesley did about 90% of my essay and i felt terrible.
i got home took a nice long shower, and started prepping, stress packing and all that. time to leave and wesley, waiting for me at starbucks, hijacking a table with a cold coffee and finished my essay came over to get me.
thing was that i told dad earlier in the day that i had a free cab from the company and it was coming to get me. i had a really heavy cargo bag and nice enough as the thought was he was going down to the cab with me to help me put my luggage into the boot.
i called wesley, anxious, as i was lugging my cargo bag from my room into the living room.
"my dad's going to come down with me.." i trailed and ended the call as he said "huu, he's coming down to the cab?"
however, since i made wesley wait for me and do my assignment, he would be the one waiting downstairs and not a cab. ah. damn. and i already cancelled the "company" taxi. such is life.
i panicked all the way from my door to the lift, almost throwing up and wanting to spill the beans on the still unknown fact that wesley drives and he offered to drive me to work. (cancelled cab) so amidst the panicking the lift got to the ground floor and almost as the end of the pillar blocking the view of the pick up point grew nearer, i said to my dad, ".. uh.. dad.."
and he looked at me still walking, to the stationary cab in the middle of the road. wesley's car was in the usual pick up drive way and i swallowed a breath "dad, it's ok" he ignored me.
we both got to the cab, i was beading with cold sweat as he opened up the car boot, lugged the cargo bag into it and i struggled to adjust my cabin bag to fit into the boot. he did it for me as my hands trembled at the thought that the driver would come out and tell me it's not my cab. i kept mum the entire time as he stayed in the driver's seat and i opened the door to get in. i looked out of the window as i closed the door. breathing heavy.
i looked at the taxi driver and struggled to look for the company decal in the windscreen. there was none. so i guess it really wasn't my cab. i looked at him and asked in mandarin "are you here to get someone to the airport?" "huh" came the blunt answer, "you're here to fetch someone else?" i looked out of the window again and my dad was nowhere in sight. i asked him, "you're here to fetch?" "i don't know"
i saw wesley, walking to the cab and i smiled a little, nervous, panicking still, wondering what the fuck was going on.
"i got a cab for you" he said, grinning at me. i stuttered a little "omg, huh, what!" i got my bags out of the taxi in a rush and thanked the driver, wesley paid him $4. i thanked the driver over and over.
apparently right after i called wesley, he was downstairs and he spotted a cab dropping someone off. he stopped the dude and asked him to wait for a "kong jie" and maybe bring me around the block if need be. after bribing him a little the driver obliged and waited for me. after a few seconds my dad and i arrived. in the nick of time.
those moments, left me, awkwardly shocked. my limbs already tired from the day, got even weaker. shock. seemingly.
wesley is a legandary, awesome miracle maker. <3