Warning: emo post ahead.
It’s weekend and that’s mean I am counting my day in Malaysia. I’m going back home next tuesday. How I wish I could stay here longer and spend more time with the boyfriend. *dreaming of going to las vegas hotels* But I can’t get myself a job here cause there is a new rule; you got to be at least 24 or 25 years old to work in Malaysia. Duh. Note: This is not applicable for job like maid.
At this kind of time, I do wish there is the magic door from Doraemon so I can go back home see my family and go here see the boyfriend anytime I want. It’s always a dilemma for me to choose between: working overseas so that I could be with him AND working at home so I could be with my family. Parents would like me to stay in Medan but I hate the job in the town. I don’t see space to grow.
Whatever. I’ve made my decision. I know I can’t satisfy everyone but at least I can satisfy myself first. I’ll settle in Singapore next year! Heaven for foreign workers.