Taking For Granted

Bla bla bla
Why am i blogging at this hour?
I’m blogging because i REFUSE to go into a certain somewhere at the moment
I don’t know la
I’m just so frustrated and herguhghghhhhh

I’m tired

Had to take pictures for some event tonight
Where the lounge singers were wearing such tigh pants
It was Camel Toe Heaven

“I can’t believe you know what camel toe is.”
“What are you talking about?? Everyone knows what camel toe is!”
“Most girls don’t.”
“Please la. They do okay.”

So,
I was trying not to stare at their camel toes while sipping on beer, wine and whiskey

Yet,
I don’t look down on lounge singers like i know some girls do
On the contrary
I respect them

It’s not easy doing what they do
Do you think they WANT to wear skanky clothes and sing?
No, i don’t think so.

I think they sing because they have no choice, or they can’t get better paying jobs
Out of curiosity i asked the PR manager how much they earn
“14 to 16 k a month… for the whole group,” said she
So let’s see, between the four of them in a band, each of them gets approximately 4 k a month

Okay wut.
Considering they don’t have a degree or a better way out

One of the girls looked awfully awkward and nervous
And i felt so sorry for her

I feel really annoyed that some people just CANNOT see that
Other people have particular professions because of their fate

Some of us are different
We have parents who pay for our higher education
We are so lucky as to so much as go overseas
We mix with a set of friends who all have the same benefits that we don’t see it as benefits, but more as things we EXPECT to have

What if
We didn’t come from middle-class to above-average parentage?
We came from the outskirts/villages of Malaysia?
We wouldn’t even dream of working in another city?

Then you wouldn’t have learnt your Ps and Qs that strung along manners and social skills
You wouldn’t have known how to converse with other people to get ahead in life
You wouldn’t have the opportunity to choose your passion as your job
You wouldn’t be sitting in your nice home right now.
You wouldn’t have internet
You wouldn’t be able to read this blog

You might very well have been that lounge singer that i just listened to.