In the coming November, Its my turn to leave the collage. I sort of pass my test. Not flying colors, but I passed. And it got me a contract with KATARI HOTEL in KL. I was assigned as a front office assistant there.
(management trainee).
Those are my beginning of traveling alone. It so happens that it was Ramadhan and a week or two before Raya. Since then, I never got to BERAYA with my mom, because I got me a room in Cheras with a rm60 per month rent, and my mom is still living/working in Kelana Jaya.
Work is work, nothing more to it. I did what I was told and I don't complain much. That got me in quite a trouble with some staffs as they were trying to make some side money with some guest of the hotel, and whenever our GM got suspicious, he asked me. I don't keep my mouth shut about it. Whatever that I know, I spell it out to his face. But Only when he asked me. Still, its a bad thing to these goons.
I didn't get much friends at work. I don't care, I was active outside work anyway. Being single and all by yourself makes up a time in music scene. Whoa boy, I was freaking. In Cheras, after work, I don't stay at home much either. There are too many studios to try. I went to almost every single one in my area, till the owners eventually gave me free access to practice.
(really)
But my music love got me in trouble with work too. It always has. I couldn't put my music aside even while working. I still do. At the end of that contract I quit and find me another job to try. Sales.
Yeah... I got to be the salesman. Those same innocent looking people in the streets that's stops you to introduce a so called new products. Tried one company after another. Did pretty good I might say... But the money flow is not enough for me and my musical head. I did try asking a job in the scene, but all I get was nothing. No reply no nothing. Just my luck I guess.
Then in early 99, i got a job that I stayed longer than a year. A sport shop. I remembered that I did a part-time during school in a sport shop near my house. The shop itself is opposite of the F.A.M. building.
(Yup, and my house was in front of the P.K.N.S. field, lucky me I never was a sports fan)
And a new job, is a new place to stay for me.
So this sport shop I worked was kinda far from where I was stayin that time in Balakong.
(I moved out from Cheras after I got the sales job)
Since I don't have my own transport, its not a good idea to stay in Balakong. Still I did the most daring thing anyone could think of. I stayed in the streets. Yup, in the middle of Kuala Lumpur. Stayed like that for bout 2 month, till I got the money to rent a place. Only reason I take 2 month is my salary was HUGE. Really Huge. For a 19 year old kid, 30 hundred is A JACKPOT!!
(my basic was 900, the o.t was 300, allowance was 200, and sales commission was 1percent of monthly sale, which is 1800 minimum on non sales month, the whole sum is almost 3 grand).
In 2 month, I got enough cash to rent me an apartment in Jalan Ipoh. Imagine all that freedom. Staying all by myself. My mom made a drop by once awhile. As a teen, I did what any mistake a teenagers do with their money. IDK, culture shock, maybe. I didn't save much for my future, I was having a blast like a God damn millionaire. I spent it on music mostly. Gigs and gigs one after another. Went to every known gigs and battle of the bands. I joined up a group there and entered 1 competition in J.B, and won third place. Got myself an 82 fender. Huh.. Those were the days.
