the "perfect" life

most people do think that i have the "perfect" life. i do understand why they get that impression. i seem to have "no need to work" or any pressure to earn at all. things are well provided, there's food and i've got no obligations. they think that i really don't need to go out of the country to work. i really don't in terms of projects and the need for money. i've got projects and job offers. my siblings help also. but i could not explain to all of these people my real reason for going. i need to grow up. i need to get out of my comfort zone. ironic. most of my classmates work outside the country to get a more comfortable life while i will work to get out of it.

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i was on my way to the hardware this morning when i saw a very familiar looking guy. he was standing with a yosi in his hand, he had his back turned from me. the same height, same built just a little more chubbier, same stance. i stared at him the whole time i was getting near him. maybe he felt somebody watching him so he turned and saw me. i did not stop staring because the face i saw was a very familiar one. he looked so much like --------. i wanted to ask him if he was related to ------- but decided not to. the only difference between them was this guy had glasses. he was chubbier but they could easily be mistaken for twins. i thought he could be a cousin or something. i dont know. i texted my fren and asked him. it could not be him. he's in UAE working. if he's here, he could or would call me, right?

anyways, this is the million dollar question for today: WHO WAS THAT GUY I SAW?!

going and growing up

i got my job offer letter from Oman 3 weeks ago. i spent one week thinking and trying to decide if i would really go. i asked friends for their opinions. i am going. i need to grow up. i could not possibly stay here at home and expect myself to grow up and be able to face the world maturely. everything is so well provided for me here that i feel like i dont need to work or even earn much. i could just settle down and help take care of siblings' children. it would be easier and less complicated. but would it make me happy? would it be something i want to be? obviously not. i want to achieve something for myself and by myself. i would be great finally earning and being able to buy something bigger than your weekly cellphone load. another reason that made me decide to go is that i want to travel, be in another place. i would really like to go out of the country. i want to do and be somewhere different. i want to be different. different from my batchmates, my friends and my family. i feel like it would do me more good if i do go and work in oman. i need the experience. i just hope that it would be really that educational and fruitful experience.