How do you define being independent for a girl??Simple right for a girl ..independent can mean she can support herself and can afford to buy anything she wants right??
Well sometimes in life things isnt so easy ...there is always brothers n sister in the line , family bussines not doing well , rental , basic needs like food and Gosh the list just goes on and on.............
I have learn from the first day in college that life wont be as easy as what others classmates have....
I bet if i tell you...those feeling you wont belive me!!
I come from a rural town...some may call it Kampung too. Even though my results was so..so and family background was not very well off,I am damn willful and hard headed to go againts my mom wish to just take a course on clerk or secretary ...
And off all the things i have to choose a quite hard and pricy course " Hotel Management"
Fees are steep when u dont have a well to do family to support.Unlike other classmates which there father are bankers, bussines man and etc.They have cars to drive to class, where here i am just starting to learn about what is LRT ..
To cut a long story short..dad have to dig out all savings for my study..i felt so bad that i started to look for other options to support in any way i can reduce the money spend on me.
I just could bear my mother nagging and i have a sister and 3 brothers who is still studying.
I begin my journey working every part time job my off class time i could afford to go.
The School HR was my number one spot...every Fiday till sunday i be working ..the more the hours the better for me , as it would mean more cash...Work Range from RM5.00 to RM7.50 per hour.
Until the last year of my studies ..i know i could afford to be sleeping during class anymore. I had to stop...then i found other means to cut cost ..by buying maggee in bulk or living on biscuit.
Sometimes i feel so ashamed as i wont be able to join my house mates or class mates for dinner..
Well what didnt kill you will actually make you stronger, at least it make my will stonger to make more money..
After completing my diploma studies, i took any job that offered a good pay.
My first job completely sucks ....nothing was as promised,pay was cruel the bastard italian guy who make us work like dogs..doing shifts from morning till the next day morning.You have to do everything ...and i mean everything from the bar, linen, setting cleaning and what ever to be done to make sure the restaurant can be in operations.Thats not so bad also the best was the whole time there those bastard cant talk without a Fxxk in his vocabulary.
I dont mind doing dirty jobs, as growing up with a home full of siblings ..to clean a toilet is easy job for me...until u get bitch colleague who likes to use the toilet when u just finish cleaning it..with her dumb dirty shoes.Luckily i have my chance to teach her some lesson by telling her off to please mop the floor after she come out...
Wow, well done aunty...
ReplyDeleteEven I could not imagine putting half of my life's story in a blog..
Maybe to a Hollywood Producer, I'll consider...
Very brave.
Salute.