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<!-- START OF : div id="storytext"--><!-- more than 4 paragraphs -->MR CHEONG Wing Lee last Thursday crafted a compelling letter about how much greener the grass is on the other side, compared to Singapore, especially when one has some wealth ('Retiring abroad: One ex-Singaporean's experience').
He writes about being able to enjoy a more luxurious lifestyle with his dollar in Canada than he could have done in Singapore. Furthermore, he gets the bonus of free health care and a potential pension when he is 65. He has many friends and finds life fulfilling.
Undoubtedly, Mr Cheong worked hard to deserve all this. Nevertheless, he, his wife and former Nanyang Technological University professor friend have conveniently forgotten it was Singapore that enabled them somewhat to acquire the necessary wealth to pursue their present lifestyle.
Mr Cheong talked at length only about his wonderful life in Vancouver. He conveniently failed to mention the notorious square kilometre of the Downtown East Side where the homeless, hookers, drug addicts and peddlers openly congregate. The poverty and squalor found there rival that of any ghetto in the world. I am most familiar with this desperate side of Vancouver because I regularly help there at a soup kitchen to serve food to the homeless.
Although it touts itself as the Best Place on Earth, Vancouver is not such a pretty city when one views it with dispassionate eyes or with empty pockets.
I am a Singaporean who has had a good life in Vancouver for four years now. I studied here in the 1980s. Unlike Mr Cheong, I often yearn to be back home in Singapore. I have many friends here but I have yet to develop the feeling that they are my people. I visit Singapore yearly and, although I am with strangers in the MRT, bus, foodcourts or shopping malls, I always feel that, once again, I am home, with my own people and in my own country.
Like Mr Cheong, I will be happy to show visitors around to let them 'experience the truth'. Perhaps, after the experience, some may appreciate even more the green, green grass of Singapore. Chang Pow Meng
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<!-- START OF : div id="storytext"--><!-- more than 4 paragraphs -->MR CHEONG Wing Lee last Thursday crafted a compelling letter about how much greener the grass is on the other side, compared to Singapore, especially when one has some wealth ('Retiring abroad: One ex-Singaporean's experience').
He writes about being able to enjoy a more luxurious lifestyle with his dollar in Canada than he could have done in Singapore. Furthermore, he gets the bonus of free health care and a potential pension when he is 65. He has many friends and finds life fulfilling.
Undoubtedly, Mr Cheong worked hard to deserve all this. Nevertheless, he, his wife and former Nanyang Technological University professor friend have conveniently forgotten it was Singapore that enabled them somewhat to acquire the necessary wealth to pursue their present lifestyle.
Mr Cheong talked at length only about his wonderful life in Vancouver. He conveniently failed to mention the notorious square kilometre of the Downtown East Side where the homeless, hookers, drug addicts and peddlers openly congregate. The poverty and squalor found there rival that of any ghetto in the world. I am most familiar with this desperate side of Vancouver because I regularly help there at a soup kitchen to serve food to the homeless.
Although it touts itself as the Best Place on Earth, Vancouver is not such a pretty city when one views it with dispassionate eyes or with empty pockets.
I am a Singaporean who has had a good life in Vancouver for four years now. I studied here in the 1980s. Unlike Mr Cheong, I often yearn to be back home in Singapore. I have many friends here but I have yet to develop the feeling that they are my people. I visit Singapore yearly and, although I am with strangers in the MRT, bus, foodcourts or shopping malls, I always feel that, once again, I am home, with my own people and in my own country.
Like Mr Cheong, I will be happy to show visitors around to let them 'experience the truth'. Perhaps, after the experience, some may appreciate even more the green, green grass of Singapore. Chang Pow Meng