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Friday, October 02, 2009 What does a maid do?
EVERYTHING! is the answer

right from my primary school years, she have to walk me to school and walk me back. It ended when i was primary 5, but still.. its kinda irritating to do that everyday. yet she didn't say a thing.

she have to cook every single meal! SOUNDS EASY.. not really. for people like me, i come home for every single meal, 3 meals a day. only me. haha. the house will be empty every day when i come home from school. imagine the loneliness in her. she is away from her family, in a stranger's home doing all of this. without complains.

she have to wash and sew all our clothes.. iron.. hang.. fold.. everything.. and.. washing the toilet!! she was the toilet everyday with out fail. she wash my shoes, everyone's shoes.. and the worst is.. when we are having a party or what, she doesn't celebrate.. she need to do more work! sadd uh?

i am sure she earns quite a lot, than if she works in Indonesia. but still its a great challenge to be doing your job 24 hours a day 364 days a year and continue that for 8 years!! 8 YEARS!! i will die within 1 week. yet she didn't complain.

besides cooking for us, she have to cook food that taste nice. LOL. she have to change the food she cook everyday.. cut fruits and everything.. every little thing. to the end.. washing the plates and dry them. its ugly, but its the truth. yet, she can't eat the drumstick of the chicken.

everyday, she have to clean the house over and over again.. after we mess up. its crazy.. following up to our mess. argh. i cant imagine me doing that. then.. she have to go to the market everyday..

haha, worst thing.. i am always complaining about her. bad girl. you know what, i prayed that i will have privacy in my room and that i will have a conducive place to study. hm.. which means.. i was wishing that my maid will be send home. i am so desperate aldy.. yet she is talking and watching tv loudly in my room. GAH! but, that is her only way out of boredom.

she don't touch the snack, she don't touch the fruits, she don't touch the computer, nor television.. almost everything. but i told her to touch the phone.. please, i can't see her suffer like that. then, she started using the phone when nobody is at home :] good.

its hard lah, when i study at night, she have to sleep with the lights on. hais. she is packing now.. NOW. LOL. she gave me a shoe from aussiesoles.. PINK! hahaha.. i didn't know she had so much stuff.. hahaa. i think she miss her family too..

when i came home from school, i saw one big box full of clothes and random things. AND I THOUGHT MUMMY BOUGHT ALL THESE.. LOL. then i think.. hm.. she dont' spend so much.. so.. i walk into my room... and there she was packing.

"Are you going home?"
"yah.."
"huh.. for holiday?"
"no, forever.."
"hm.."

and i walk away.. controlling my emotions. well, i don't talk to her much. in fact.. i don't really like her, hahahaha.. but didn't tell her anything.. i just don't initiate on the talking part. i walk to the toilet, hoping i won't cry. i didn't. my heart was reacting with the news, but my brain was keeping in control. then, i decided to blog.

bye Ima :D i hope she will buy a com when she goes home.. and msn. haha


2:30 AM

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