Hi Hal,
It's been a long time since we last interacted. I hope you are doing fine and are in good health.
I'm away in the US now. I've been here for more than 3 months already with my plans for a nice escape from paradise already in motion and it seems I am valued here more than in SG. I have bought a nice house here, (paid in full with the money I got from selling my pidgeon hole) in Fredricksburg, Virginia and will be settling down soon. It's a very nice 2 storey plus basement 4bedroom 4 baths, 4500 square feet property with a nice backyard and 2 car front garage all for USD180K - a steal.
The only thing I miss about being away is the good old days of the "kampung" which by the way I am rediscovering here.
The spirit of community, hospitality and unselfishness is quite telling and is poles apart from what Sg has become.
I don't have to deal with uncouth PRCs spitting and peeing in the MRT, smells that will turn your hair white when some Indian "FT" lifts his arm in the MRT and best of all a car costs 1/3 of that in SG with no COE and bullcrap ERP.
I hope you can make that change in your life too and leave all what is happening in Sg behind and start living for a change.
As for the pilot, they decided that he best stick to non-internal combustion fully laden jet fuel supersonic aircraft, for fear of him suddenly hearing a voice in his head asking him to crash it into the Istana...LOL!!
What I hear he is now desk bound and has made the rank of LTC or COL, Mohd. Zakir Hamid I think he is one of the spokespersons for the RSAF. He was 26 or 27 in 1992 when he became a pilot he should be well in his 40's now.
Cheers,
MM
Good for you...don't want to say much here, but to give you an indication of the timeline...at the 'kampung', the old Hainanese coffee shop was my midnight rendezous with my kaki's..where we use to chat over a cuppa of coffee...that was before MacD Restn., came to be, that was the time, I should have gone to Canada...and do not look back...but what a stupid decision I made...
Nice, to know you have found another..'kampung'....I really miss those time, where everybody knows almost everybody...and the doors are usually open, where you can pop in to neighbours for a coffee & some cakes etc... there was a commeon thread of connection, wether workplace, school, place of whorship etc...everybody didn't mind each other, despite of differences in race, religion & beliefs.....it was 'one for all, all for one'
Those days, we didn't have a car...and bicyle was KING...till we know how to operate Dad's or Mum's car...and drive out to the main road & back..without a licence
and dream of owing a Honda Accord..with all the works, rims all ha ha ha..and no COE....
All you need is a job ( good paying one).....school was school...what the whole load of crap today...most of us, went to GOOD school, I bet you did too...many of the 'kampung' kids went to GOOD school...in which today, will smell of 'elitism' and cost the parents, an 'arm n leg', and worry..
Nice to know, you had escaped 'MONKEY ISLAND'....hear from you...do look after yourself...