If only I am the master in Malaysia, what the heck am I working in Jakarta for? I could have easily stay home with my family, spend quality time, sip my favorite coffee and watch over my girls.
Damn, I have to work in Jakarta away from my family and to provide for my uni going daughter, save for my other slow learning daughter for her future and save enough money for my wife and me to retire when I am not able anymore.
As far as I am concerned, I am Malaysian. Why is the old man still talking on racial lines where his roots are also from an immigrant family? Shy lah!
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