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My first dislike of this country started when I was 14. For those who are born in the late 70s to early 80s, streaming was part of academic life. Mathematics was never my forte and I struggled even with elementary mathematics. For those who can still remember, without good grades in elementary mathematics, the glorious path towards pure science stream was out (Because pure science stream requires students to study additional mathematics as a core subject) I hated the educational system since then.
When I was 18, I was enlisted for National Service. I was happy to serve my country because this is my country, this is where my family is. I do not mind taking time out every year to go for ICT because this is my obligation as a citizen. But I hate it when my country is flooded with foreign trashes from all over the world. Do not get me wrong, I am not anti foreign talents. Our country needs foreign talents in order to compete with the rest of the world. But everyday, I see trashes on the street, in the trains, in companies when I go and do sales visits. They could barely speaks and understands English, they have never attempted to assimilate themselves into our society and the best of all is, they have never intended to stay in our country for long.
When I was 26, I married a Vietnamese girl. She studied, worked in Singapore for the past 5 years. She is a great wife. Without her, I would have never learned how to save financially. She works, does the housework, is able to communicate and gets along very well with my family and we are happy and satisfied on the bed. Sounds good? Yes? But she is still without permanent residence status. We went to the MPS session to see our MP. The first time we were there, he was not around. His assistant helped us to draft a letter to ICA to look into her application for PR. 2 months went by and we did not hear from ICA. We went to look for him again. This time round, he was there. He promised to help us write another letter and repeated at least 5 times to us the following sentence, "You have to keep coming back to see me if your application gets rejected until I feel it is time, then maybe I'll help to forward your case to higher authority"
1 week later, we got the rejection letter. We went to see him a 3rd time and he was not around. We understood. Madam Kwa had just passed away and it was neccessary for him to be at the Istana. We understood. We were ushered to an assistant to help us draft a letter of appeal. It must have been a bad day for that assistant as his face was darker than Justice Bao. We tried to explain our situation to him but 30 seconds into the conversation, he took off his glasses, threw it on the table and gave us the 'dont tell me what to do' look. My wife and I has since never return to the MPS.
We just want a simple life, have our own flat, own children, save enough for retirement. But the resale flat market has inflated so much until we could not afford one in the open market. Our only hope was new flats but without her PR, we are not eligible.
To Be Continued (Admins, please leave this thread in Emigration Matters. I will continue tonight)
My first dislike of this country started when I was 14. For those who are born in the late 70s to early 80s, streaming was part of academic life. Mathematics was never my forte and I struggled even with elementary mathematics. For those who can still remember, without good grades in elementary mathematics, the glorious path towards pure science stream was out (Because pure science stream requires students to study additional mathematics as a core subject) I hated the educational system since then.
When I was 18, I was enlisted for National Service. I was happy to serve my country because this is my country, this is where my family is. I do not mind taking time out every year to go for ICT because this is my obligation as a citizen. But I hate it when my country is flooded with foreign trashes from all over the world. Do not get me wrong, I am not anti foreign talents. Our country needs foreign talents in order to compete with the rest of the world. But everyday, I see trashes on the street, in the trains, in companies when I go and do sales visits. They could barely speaks and understands English, they have never attempted to assimilate themselves into our society and the best of all is, they have never intended to stay in our country for long.
When I was 26, I married a Vietnamese girl. She studied, worked in Singapore for the past 5 years. She is a great wife. Without her, I would have never learned how to save financially. She works, does the housework, is able to communicate and gets along very well with my family and we are happy and satisfied on the bed. Sounds good? Yes? But she is still without permanent residence status. We went to the MPS session to see our MP. The first time we were there, he was not around. His assistant helped us to draft a letter to ICA to look into her application for PR. 2 months went by and we did not hear from ICA. We went to look for him again. This time round, he was there. He promised to help us write another letter and repeated at least 5 times to us the following sentence, "You have to keep coming back to see me if your application gets rejected until I feel it is time, then maybe I'll help to forward your case to higher authority"
1 week later, we got the rejection letter. We went to see him a 3rd time and he was not around. We understood. Madam Kwa had just passed away and it was neccessary for him to be at the Istana. We understood. We were ushered to an assistant to help us draft a letter of appeal. It must have been a bad day for that assistant as his face was darker than Justice Bao. We tried to explain our situation to him but 30 seconds into the conversation, he took off his glasses, threw it on the table and gave us the 'dont tell me what to do' look. My wife and I has since never return to the MPS.
We just want a simple life, have our own flat, own children, save enough for retirement. But the resale flat market has inflated so much until we could not afford one in the open market. Our only hope was new flats but without her PR, we are not eligible.
To Be Continued (Admins, please leave this thread in Emigration Matters. I will continue tonight)