#30daysblogging The not so glamorous side of Singapore

Day 16

Post is an idea from Shinta.

Katanya gue ngepost selalu hura-hura melulu, katanya gue tinggal disini seneng-seneng melulu, katanya gue tuh kaga pernah post yang susah-susah.

So, buat menjunjung tinggi ke-Indonesia-an gue, gue harus mengeluh sesekali di post gue. Jadi inilah keluhan gue sewaktu menekatkan diri jadi TKI di Spore…

Dulu pertama kali gue dateng ke sini, gue belum dapet kerja, so gak ada yang mau terima gue jadi room-mate mereka. Yah, gue bisa mengerti sih… karena kan mereka pasti mau aman. Nih anak nekat banget ke Spore belum dapet kerja, ntar sebulan dua bulan nggak dapet kerja terus balik lagi ke indo, kamarnya gimana? So gue sangat kesusahan dapet tempat tinggal.

Setiap kali gue ajak chatting orang-orang indo yang di Spore, mereka selalu tanya, “Lo belum dapet kerja?” terus gue bilang belum, langsung deh mereka kabur dari chat room. Intinya mereka nggak mau menampung ketidakjelasan dalam hidup mereka (cieh.)

Akhirnya ada cewe Malaysia yang mau nampung gue. Gue cuma ketemu dia online terus gue langsung nekat aja tinggal sama dia begitu sampe Spore. OMG rumah yang gue tempatin itu paraaahhh bener! Salah satu rumah subsidi jaman jebot pisaaan! Dan tau nggak sih? Nggak ada ranjang ataupun kasur!!! So, gue beli kasur yang tipiiisss bener di toko sebelah rumah. Udah gitu, ada 3 uncle2 malaysia yang juga serumah sama kita (kalo di indo abang2 lah ini) dan ada 2 cewek malaysia lain yang nggak pernah keliatan batang hidungnya. Pokoknya tuh rumah packed dan super berantakan.

Gue dan roommate gue untungnya bisa hit it off. Dia malah traktir gue minuman kaleng di malam pertama gue makan di Spore. Dia bilang nanti lo traktir gue balik kalo lo udah dapet kerja. (And yes, we did eat like pig when I treated her pake hasil gaji pertama gue.)

Malam pertama gue nggak bisa tidur… Kasurnya tipis bener, I practically slept on the floor. Udah gitu, nggak ada AC! Gue tidur pake kipas angin dan walhasil gue masuk angin tingkat dewa kebesokan harinya. Gue bangun pagi-pagi terus pergi ke pasar buat beli nasi yang harganya $2.50, pokoknya makan semurah mungkin dah. Habis itu gue apply kerja seharian terus sore-sore gue kebawah buat people-watching.

Waktu itu kan gue tinggal di neighborhood yang agak kampung lah, so banyak orang susah nya. Gue baru sadar loh, Spore itu nggak se-glamorous yang gue bayangkan. Padahal di otak gue pas gue pindah ke Spore itu bakal kayak Carrie Bradshaw mengangkangi New York gitu… Ternyata…

Anyhow, emang gue tuh blessed dan super lucky, tiga hari kemudian gue udah dapet kerja. Habis itu gue mulai nabung dikit-dikit dari gaji gue dan ketika roomate gue mau pake kamarnya untuk adiknya, gue harus move out dan gue move in bareng temen-temen indo yang baik-baik. :) I felt like home karena pulang kerja bisa hang out sama mereka di ruang tengah, nonton Indonesian Idol, abis gitu bisa ngomong Indo. Horeeee.

The rest is history.

Gue nggak tau apakah ini bad enough buat kalian. I mean I’ve had worst and I’ve had better. Setiap ditanya cerita yang sedih atau susah biasanya gue susah ceritanya karena biasanya gue nggak inget. Gue selalu inget cerita yang manis-manis, bahagia, dan lucu-lucu lah. Yang sedih-sedih biasanya nggak inget. Otak gue akan otomatis buang itu dari memori gue.

Bukannya gue nggak pernah sedih, tapi gue nggak pernah bilang kalo gue sedih. Bukannya gue nggak pernah ngeluh, tapi gue cuma nggak ngeluh di social media (aduh, nggak glamorous banget deh) gue biasa ngeluh dan curhat hanya ke teman deket aja. I always always try to be a better and happier person everyday. The kind of person that shines when everything else is dark. :)

I know it sounds silly, but it’s me. I love being happy and I always try to be happy.

Be happy, people! And be grateful, for whatever happened were either a blessing or a lesson. :)

Cheers,

May, the smiley face.

When people said you can’t, it means you so CAN!

I should’ve never questioned my luck.

This story started when I rode a trans-Jakarta Bus about one year ago, and got fed up by it. I hated the city so much, people kept staring and saying harassing stuffs to you. I got mad every single effing day, I acted rude to everyone, I was a bitch and i didn’t like the person I became.

I knew complaining won’t ever change anything, so I got this idea. “I should move out from Jakarta!” But there are no other cities in Indonesia that could offer you more money and more opportunities than Jakarta. And I can’t be too idealist either about the money since I support my family now.

So here comes another idea, crazier one, “I should move out from this country!”

But where? how? whom I’m gonna stay with? and so on and so on.

I visited Singapore at the beginning of this year and instantly fell in love with it, thinking it’s a perfect place to run away. The economy is rising, not too far from home, safe environment, high salary, could go to the zoo anytime :p and suits my OCD since it’s very organized. Now all I had to do is surveying my friends who work there. I got positive and negative reviews and long story short, I saved up money to move to Singapore, since living there is not cheap at all! I applied for a working visa, which unbelieveably passed!!! I looked for a room to rent, but no one wanted to rent to somebody who doesn’t have a job yet. But luckily somehow I met this Malaysian girl online and she would like to share her room with me.

So after 6 months preparing, I finally took the flight, the one way ticket to Singapore, daring my luck to surprise me one more time.

And my best friend sent me this picture through email

When Colombus had found America, the first thing he had done was burning down his ship. It means he didn’t have any chance to go back, so he would do ANYTHING to succeed.

And he typed, “Find your happiness there!”

I cried at the gates on the airport, waiting for my planes, looking back at the times I’ve spent in Jakarta. I enoyed the last 2 weeks in Jakarta. I sleptover with my girlfriends a lot, watching Dashboard Confessional concert, had a great talks with my mom and made peace with the traffic jams.

Now I risked everything, my financial stability, the freelance career that I built, my saving accounts. I risked my Mom and Dad, coz I was the one who support them, now I took this effing risk which could probably cost them a financial stability too. I was very stressed out about either I should risk everything or not, so I got a vertigo for the first time. It was beyond ugly! I was throwing up again and again, got a supermassive headache and my mom told me to relax. “Don’t think too much. Everything will be ok and there is nothing more important to me than your succeed.”

I risked it all for something that’s not even real… yet. And everyone told me I’m crazy.

So, it was the moment I commited to pray, every single day. Proudly to say, up until now. :)

I arrived on Sunday, 10 am, 10th October 2010.  Went straight to the rented room, unpack only 10 pair of clothes, couple of instant noodles, and a universe-sized of bravery. :)

On Tuesday I went to my friend’s place to borrow her laptop so I could send out my resume online. She gave me the newspaper and I screened couple of jobs that I might likely to enjoy.

I sent my resume to 3 different companies, and got me to disappointment that my friend turned out to give me the wrong newspaper. It’s a newspaper from 2 weeks ago. An hour after that, I got an email asking for an interview tomorrow. It was shocking, yet exciting!

The next day after that, I got the job. Yep! I nailed the interview and the manager applied my s-pass straightaway. She said, “you are lucky, you know that?!”

I didn’t believe myself either. I am amazingly effing lucky! 4 days here and I got this job already, out of luck. Universe really works in a strange way! I called my mom straightaway and told her how much she’s right about my luck and how grateful I am that she always always believed in me and even though she didn’t, she always showed her calmy face as if she knew it all along.

I remember people saying I was crazy back then, remember people saying “you can’t do that”. Now I get it. Crazy and brave are separated in a very thin line.  I wasn’t crazy, I was just brave. :)

And just remember this,

When people told you, YOU CAN’T DO IT, it means you’re so gonna do it! you’re gonna nail it! Never worry! Universe works in a very strange way. :)

Now I owe myself a credit for being really brave, and definitely will tell everyone that they CAN do whatever they want to do. Live your life to the fullest, everyone! Never worry… Never worry! ;)

May.