Letter to my PM: No country for my old man
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Dear Mr Prime Minister,
At the Ministerial Forum a month ago, you talked about helping new citizens adjust to life in Singapore. Have you also considered the early immigrants who are having trouble adapting to this fast-moving country?
Allow me to elaborate with the story of my father:
My father’s migration to Singapore didn’t start off with a good omen. It was September, crazy weather and choppy waters at the South China Sea. He slept among boxes and crates in a cargo ship for 10 days—how long it took to get to Singapore from China’s Fujian province in 1956.
At that time, Singapore and Malaysia were colonised by the British. People could cross the causeway freely. My grandfather, who had been working in Johor Bahru as a truck driver, crossed over to the other side to reunite with his wife and seven-year-old son.
Three years later my father moved permanently to Singapore. It was 1959, the same year your father became the first Prime Minister of Singapore.
Not wanting to study, because he didn’t like to, my father quit school at 13-years-old and got a job. His first employment was at Orchard Road. My father, barely educated and Hokkien-speaking, used to work in Singapore’s retail hub!
All right, maybe retail hub to be.
As you probably know, Orchard Road was very different then. There was no Takashimaya or ION Orchard. What most would remember is Cold Storage, the first to bring ice-cream to Singapore, occupying the basement of what is Centrepoint today. The rest of the area was blanketed by mom-and-pop shops, one of which my father worked in.
Mr Prime Minister, here I’ll like to take a break from the story to ask you a question. How much did you earn for your first job? $100? $1,000? Or was it $10,000? I earned over a thousand a month as a part-time waitress.We were both lucky, sir. My poor father was paid a meager $40—exactly the amount his housing cost!
Struggling to make ends meet, he thought he could make more money as a trishaw rider. But he naively rode it like a bicycle. Once, outside the Subordinate Court, the vehicle stubbornly went onto the opposite side of the road towards a charging truck! He was thrown off a few meters all cut and bruised.
The abrupt flying experience taught him to keep his feet on the ground. So he started selling bananas by the kilos at Tanglin Halt, street-hawking style. Like everyone else in the 1960s, he laid his goods on the floor and squatted behind them.
You know sir, my father still likes to boast about how long he used to squat. If only he could read a traditional scale as well as he squats, he wouldn’t have sold the fruits at a loss!
Despite this series of unfortunate events, there was no doubt he could find a way out. As you can see sir, Singapore always had a place for him wherever he went. In return to the abundant opportunities, my father made the most of it eventually.
He soon found a job in the Coca Cola factory at River Valley Road. You might remember drinking the popular soda off a glass bottle as a young kid. For $3.50 a night, my father had to unload 22 trucks of those empty bottles.
And amid the mad rush to make a living, he still found time to practise lion dance and performed in Singapore’s second national day celebration!
At 20, my father clinched a deal with a Malaysian plantation owner to sell his vegetables at Pasir Panjang Wholesale Centre. He remained in this business for the next 40 years, up till today.
Unfortunately, as he was working tirelessly, Singapore changed—it progressed in leaps and bounds. I swear to you, Mr Prime Minister, that my father had tried to keep up with the times.
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He taught himself to read and write Chinese, and acquired a pretty good knowledge in Chinese medicine I must say. But as years went by, Singapore had moved so quickly into the future that my father could no longer run shoulder to shoulder with her.
Orchard Road and Clarke Quay are now devoted to the young and the foreigners. My father can’t fit in with the fancy bars and restaurants, and god forbid, the reverse bungee jump. The places where he shed sweats of hard work have since been cleaned up and developed to be more inviting, but paradoxically, more rejecting at the same time.
Have you been to any of the malls sir? I would advice you to bring a guide if you visit one. One after another, they grew so big, so tall and so inconvenient for the aged. The escalators are a challenge to their wobbly legs (that’s 421,000 pairs assuming legs turn jelly after the age of 65), the lifts are hardly enough and the toilets are always at the next and the next and the next corner.
Outside, Singapore is like a table of mahjong tiles. Every now and then buildings are shifted, thrown in or removed. My father finds his way around through trial and error. The road signs, all in English, are practically redundant to him. And so he is damned when the roads are reconstructed, which happens ever so often.
His problems with language also interfered with his efforts to participate in my school life. I used to dance and emcee many concerts in secondary school, but my father only attended once. He was so bored out of his skull he never showed up for any more, until I graduated from college this July.
Just as I had expected, the ceremony, held entirely in English, made him feel out of place. When the graduating class was invited to rise from our seats to thank our parents with a round of applause, my father wasn’t aware of its significance.
I had asked the valedictorian to say a few words in Mandarin, but he rejected my request. He said it would be discriminating against the minority groups. I understood the sensitivity of the issue but it left me with a bitter taste.
Please do not be offended sir, but I feel that the valedictorian’s approach bore an uncanny resemblance to how your government handles many issues, especially pertaining to race, language and religion.
Many a times you stay put at the traffic junction to avoid causing any accident.
For instance, if we have to put up street signs in the Chinese language, we have to do so in Malay and Tamil too. So if there’s not enough space for all four, we just make do with a sign only in the English language.
But we’re not moving forward either sir.
Individually these issues may seem trivial to you, but together they conspire to reject and exclude my father, and those alike.
Please do not point my father to the parks and community centres (or even house him in Johor Bahru). Are these the only things that Singapore can offer to her pre-independence population? Do you really want to herd them into places out of convenience, and compel them to hang out with people they don’t know and may not want to interact with?
Or if you sir think this will require too much work and money, we could wait till everyone in that generation kicks the bucket. Let’s assume the youngest of that generation is 50-years-old and the average life expectancy is 80, it’s impossible to ignore their needs for 30 years, don’t you think sir?
Moreover, at the lightning speed at which Singapore is progressing, I doubt this will be a problem contained within one generation. We too will have our time of failing eyesight and restless legs, which cannot be made exception by any amount of education or technology.
But what I can do with these privileges given to my generation is to write you this personal letter, Mr Prime Minister, hoping you would understand what Singapore is becoming to my father, and eventually you and I.
http://sgblogs.com/entry/opinion-letter-country-sheere/365522
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That's what happens when an anglo bastard rules over dialect chinese, malays and indians.
He will suppress local culture, language and force people to adopt alien bullshit.
That fucking cock sucker anglo bastard Lee Kuan Yew.
Anglo fucking bastard.
I won't rest until that bastard is dead.
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sees PM falling asleep when his advisors read him your story.worse is one ear in the other ear out.maybe u should tell pm that yer father knows the whereabouts of general yamashita's lost treasure gold buried in Sentosa....that would wake him up.
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Dear commoners,
I have no time to read your long letter as I am busy touring the whole world using the money that you have contributed as tax.
I am just following the footsteps of my old man.
I am erected to protect the mini$ter$ and elite$'s assets as they consists of the top 10% of the population.
I am adhering to the 90/10 principle.
As you are under the 90% regime, you have the responsibility to encourage your old man to learn english and to use the internet.
To integrate better with the society, your dad can participate in grassroots activities so as to mix better with the new citizens.
As you can see, we have offered a lot of courses and activities for your dad to improve and integrate.
Please take active responsibility in yourself and your dad.
My mee siam is getting cold and I will sign off as it is.
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All the trouble is caused by that mother fucking bastard Lee Kuan Yew.
It is all due to him.
That fucking bastard.
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Originally posted by Medicated Oil:
Dear commoners,
I have no time to read your long letter as I am busy touring the whole world using the money that you have contributed as tax.
I am just following the footsteps of my old man.
I am erected to protect the mini$ter$ and elite$'s assets as they consists of the top 10% of the population.
I am adhering to the 90/10 principle.
As you are under the 90% regime, you have the responsibility to encourage your old man to learn english and to use the internet.
To integrate better with the society, your dad can participate in grassroots activities so as to mix better with the new citizens.
As you can see, we have offered a lot of courses and activities for your dad to improve and integrate.
Please take active responsibility in yourself and your dad.
My mee siam is getting cold and I will sign off as it is.
clap clap clap
good one, medicated oil
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Originally posted by angel3070:
All the trouble is caused by that mother fucking bastard Lee Kuan Yew.
It is all due to him.
That fucking bastard.
I share the feeling of the writer. In Singapore, we cannot always talk about success, being number one in this and that, or being more and more futuristic/westernised.
As in the Chinese said - 'We must remember the source of our drinking water.'
I feel a sense of pathetic and lost in the way our society, our govt, our young ppl treating our greatest contributor to the economy - our old senior citizens.
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Dear 4sg,
Another principle for you to learn in life is 99/1.
The 1% is the only senior citizen that matters to the city will be shaking hands with President Obama, who is paid very much less than me.
I am the proud son of that only senior citizen.
The rest of 99% senior citizens can migrate to Johor or Batam if they are unable to adapt to the fast pace society and super high living costs that is required so that my honey will have more funds to improve her investment skills.
As for all the number 1 that we have obtained, it is the fruits of MY achievement and the hard work from MY mini$ter$.
So, we should rightfully deserved the relative high salary.
Time to slip into my pinky pajamas.
Regards,
The Pinky Prince.
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Originally posted by Medicated Oil:
Dear 4sg,
Another principle for you to learn in life is 99/1.
The 1% is the only senior citizen that matters to the city will be shaking hands with President Obama, who is paid very much less than me.
I am the proud son of that only senior citizen.
The rest of 99% senior citizens can migrate to Johor or Batam if they are unable to adapt to the fast pace society and super high living costs that is required so that my honey will have more funds to improve her investment skills.
As for all the number 1 that we have obtained, it is the fruits of MY achievement and the hard work from MY mini$ter$.
So, we should rightfully deserved the relative high salary.
Time to slip into my pinky pajamas.
Regards,
The Pinky Prince.
oops wrong, medicated oil.
u should address mi as 'Dear commoner' not '4sg' -
Almost 4 weeks in Japan. I already have intention to leave Singapore once I'm done and over with my education and NS.
It's so much better over here than in SG.
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Where is that lionnoisy or whatever to refute the above? Will be fun when he trys to do so.
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The letter is addressed to the leader of a govt where the Health Minister was suggesting to outsource all our old (useless) to an old aged home in JB.
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Originally posted by Agenda:
Almost 4 weeks in Japan. I already have intention to leave Singapore once I'm done and over with my education and NS.
It's so much better over here than in SG.
Note that the Nips like to call us "东亚病夫", the Sick Men of Asia. Can't get their girls and can't use their hot springs. -
It is ridiculous to put the elderly citizens over to Johor. Fucking bullshit.
To do what? Accomodate more foreign people that you people import over in wheelbarrows? Pfft.
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Originally posted by donkhead333:
It is ridiculous to put the elderly citizens over to Johor. Fucking bullshit.
To do what? Accomodate more foreign people that you people import over in wheelbarrows? Pfft.
That health minister of ours needs to stay in our IMH permanently.As in mental asylum kind of stay. -
Originally posted by Agenda:
Almost 4 weeks in Japan. I already have intention to leave Singapore once I'm done and over with my education and NS.
It's so much better over here than in SG.
I just like to point out that it's your parents money that's making your life better in Japan.
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Originally posted by donkhead333:
It is ridiculous to put the elderly citizens over to Johor. Fucking bullshit.
To do what? Accomodate more foreign people that you people import over in wheelbarrows? Pfft.
I could think up quite a list of our "elderly citizens" that we could send over there..
Save quite a bit of the budget for other more important things too!
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Originally posted by Stevenson101:
I could think up quite a list of our "elderly citizens" that we could send over there..
Save quite a bit of the budget for other more important things too!
Any inkling of the public projects we could do with the money saved? Allow at least a thousand elderly dementia patients to have medical treatments and support for the rest of their natural lives. Host a thousand children from broken families to their age of majority. -
Originally posted by Stevenson101:
I could think up quite a list of our "elderly citizens" that we could send over there..
I would prefer to kill the "elderly citizens".
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Originally posted by angel3070:
I would prefer to kill the "elderly citizens".
You volunteering for the mission? I can provide match-grade ammo. You volunteering to be killer and scapegoat. Can someone else provide the gun? -
Originally posted by Herzog_Zwei:
You volunteering for the mission? I can provide match-grade ammo. You volunteering to be killer and scapegoat. Can someone else provide the gun?He is old but still alive.
It would be a good thing if someone finish him off.