It has been many weeks since i wrote my previous blog, many things happened in between. I was being offered to transfer to another dept in the same co, fell sick then recovered after almost got killed by the China doctors, and today my brother informed me that he is considering working in Dubai.
It is never advised to leave your family or loved ones for money if you can avoid doing so, leaving them for money is a big mistake. If you must, pls bring them along, no money can buy family ties, good time spent together. I truly realised by now.
Work is the only thing in your life when you are alone overseas, no time no place no nothing for friends / lover / family as they are thousands of miles away and you cannot do anything about it.
I hope my brother can reconsider as he has got a very good wife , a very pretty daughter , very cute and naughty twins, naggy mother who is ageing, he would be missing so many precious moments as his little ones are growing up if he is not near them. What a waste.
But at the same time , i do respect him as a real man who is willing to brave the risk out there in middle east , to bring home butter and bread for the family. He is a good man that i will always respect. The same goes for my younger brother, willing to eat the humble pie earning very low income by teaching tuition despite he is a Master degree holder, being jobless for months after graduating from a prestigious university such as NUS. My mama used to work as an operator for 7 years travelling between Singapore and JB, with her skinny hands she worked for the family, shouldered the household chores after work, she is the most beautiful woman i ever knew and i cannot love her enough. Even Piggy is able to work in a same company for years and years taking all the dirty work from his boss, still going on with very strong spirit, no grumbling heard.
I myself, more like a pampered brat compared to them, keep changing job within 2 yrs for the past few years, always complaining to Piggy. I am quite ashamed of myself sometimes when i think about it. I am just not a grown up yet mentally, childish me.
Darby.
