My friend Tij...

      I love reading this particular blog. It is own by my best friend, Tijah. I don't get to read her blog everyday... that is she doesn't up-date her blog everyday too. Let's go straight to the point. In one of her entry, she discussed about women being scrutinized for not being active members of the society. I am not sure who said that to begin with, but I am so sure that the person has his penis hidden in between his balls (assuming it was a man). But, if it was a woman, our own species Tij, let's just say that she doesn't live in the real world.
      I had a taste of the multi-tasking life Tij said in her entry when our maid ran away (she told the Bibik society of Taman Nirwana that I complained too much). I was washing the dishes, cooking, sweeping the floor and doing some other 'normal' tasks that women with children and husband have to do. I was physically and emotionally tired. Then I thought... most of my friends do not have maids, they have more than two kids and some have boys... Haiyo! How do they do everything everyday? Tij, I salute you for having the courage to be the woman who I can call a superwoman!! SUPERWOMAN that's what you are.. Jom.. karaoke and nyanyi lagi tu? Lagi emo gitewwwww
      As for me, I would never be as good as my friend Tij at managing life; family and career. I am happy now that I have a maid, a bit old (50 years old) but still strong. They, the Indonesians come here in different forms, some are young and honest at working like my first bibik, Ayu. Some are old but still fancy young boyfriends like my second, bibik Siti. Lastly, some are old and honest but demand higher salary for the experience like my third, Ayu. Ha!! what's this? Could it be the name?
     Not everyone has the luxury of blogging while her floor is being mopped. The house smells like lavender now. That's the luxury of having a maid at home. I have too however forget the luxury of buying a pair of shoes every month as that portion of money now has to go to paying the maid who demands higher salary. You don't have maids you can have the money for yourself. You have maids, you get to harvest more fats under your skins for sitting too long blogging or analyzing your data for your thesis.
      There are just so many pros and cons in life. It all depends on how we interpret our own life. It depends on what narrative you are writing. Tij, I wished I had your funny-ness and light-ness in handling heavy things in life.

 

This is the second bibik who ran away... FYI (Nasib baik dia tak bawak anak2 I larik)