Poor // Rich

On the Google search tab, I typed 'dignity' and pressed the enter button on the key board. A tap sound was heard, the screen turned white.

Man Up, Thumb's Up. (Taken 2013)

I have done this more than 3 times. Ever since last year, I have heard 'dignity', read it on a random Facebook article and probably saw it on a creative ads. 

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I have no idea how many friends of mine are suffering from financial burden. Yes, I'm talking about money, the one that we give someone to exchange something back. How much we have valued things with money. 

I grew up learning that dad work hard to make money to feed every single family member. I have always pictured the money being banked in by his company to his bank account, then he takes out the money and further divides it into more than 7 portions (yes, he owns cars!). I have always wondered how much he actually earns.

We used to go to Tesco during my high school time. I took grocery shopping as the most shameful shopping I had ever done on earth. But, thanked God, my friends, like me, they hardly even got out to be in Tesco, so there was no way I would encounter them. Yes, I was too social conscious. 

I would volunteer pushing the trolley, moving bags of fruits and milks into our big giant like SUV car. I always had that little disappointment whenever I went shopping with family. I always wished to have a big brother who could help my dad to do the man work. 

No, there would never be.

So, I 'man' up.

Because I couldn't stand looking an aged 50 plus years old man going grocery shopping with a whole gang of ladies and a baby boy, pushing trolley weighed more than he weighed. 

My father, my hero.

After 'man'-ing up, he would refuse my request. I guess, that was (is) how much he loved (loves) me. I would, then, insist on doing the heavy work. And, I always win.

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I guess, that's why 'man'-ing up has become a part of my habit. Unlike other girls, I always stand up to do the heavy work. 

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Once I was in my tutorial class for this subject called 'Business and Society' (B&S). My tutor wanted to use the white background curtain like screen (the one that LCD is projected on, I can't remember what it is called). It was rolled up, and she couldn't reach to pull it down. Because it was B&S, it was supposed to be 25 students, but there were only 2 girls (including myself) and a guy. When she was about to pull a chair with her and planned to stand on it, I had this thought. 

I could stand on the chair and help her pull that down.

I couldn't. I was wearing short skirt.

I helplessly sat at where I was. My eyes witnessed the whole progress. 

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So, what's dignity?