Life as My Mom's Sidekick - Some Thoughts...

I didn't know how or why, I survived!
Gosh!

If u allow, may i ask you a question? If your mom is a hawker, will you, as a son or daughter, help her out marking down orders/delivering orders/collecting the bows and plates scattering throughout the hawker centre/washing dishes endlessly,BARE hand/getting cheated by some scrums for just the 1 or 2 ringgit change(n u cnt argue back,MOST OF THE TIME) or will you stay for like 10 hours there in the small non ventilated area where u'll b soaked by your sweat and be suffocated by the smell of the chicken soups everyday?

Seriously, no matter how many perfume u used, it just wont cover that smell...........No, im not talking bout my body smells, it's my Bag!!!! My poor nike bag, please forgive me.

I constantly get challenged by the people around me, usually by the ways they look at me and the questions they asked, out of curiosity( or doubtfulness).
"Why would you help your mom? Didn't you go to school/study?"
It really isn't bothering asking questions like these, however, when the questions repeated themselves, you'll just grow tired, eventually, fed up especially when they are from the same person!


And thus, i will usually reply them, "Im studying seventh form(since they always assume im Form4-6)."
The uncles around the area usually joking about me, saying,"Your mom is cruel, having a uni student to work in a place like this,"

You see, i do not have the most luxurious holiday nor do i busy for alot of events/functions.
Yes, im saving some money and Yes, im saving some Times too( u c, life as an architecture student dont have much holiday, after their 1st year- heard from my seniors)
The people i usually surrounded by, are from all walks of life, each with different thought and language.
The old, the young, the gossips mangets, the vain groups, the rich, the poor, and the miserable, not to forget some cheaters/conman/assholes.

When i studied carefully, they all have different interpretation of "me", regarding my identity. Some think im the pity boy got dragged by the misfortune of the family; some assume me deserved to "be like this" probably because they always failed to seek vengeance on my parents; some think it's harsh to have a son working around areas like "this".....Despite all the bad one, some still think im the good boy who helps out my mom; some praised me for my deed; some teach me some their knowledge regardless whether that will be useful in my position; some even share their own story and past to me.....

After i ponder sometimes, i realized.....

I truthfully feel nothing bad helping out my mom, at all,  it is nothing to be proud of nor to be ashamed of.
I have friends who usually get proud of some smallest achivement till the level they have topped the national list; i also have friends who feels extremely embarrassed of taking a little more time reversing their car. Worst of all, some are so clever cunning that they kept their arrogance hidden beneath the cloak of his/her humbleness.

Yes, nothing to be proud of, nothing to be ashamed of, in whatever you do.

Despite today's society being brainwashed by the promises of the capitalistic Utopia,
I had hardly found the distinction between capitalism and aristocracy, as if they are inseparable just like the faces of coins, they are just like the different facets of the coin.

"The fittest survive", from the classical idealism of Darwin's evolution theory. Yet, many have misinterpreted the meaning of it. The "Fittest", as if?

Perhaps im dragging it to further from my topic, however, if you think carefully, they are connected. Everything is connected.

Well, it's not like i have gain nothing from the holiday. Probably the thoughts blossoms from the experience may paves more paths and options in choosing who i wanted to be.

Regardless, Now is still the Best! =)