Did you hear the one about the eternal optimist? He was an adventurer searching for a mythical city near the equator. It was reputed to be filled with treasures.Petales Soufflez! wrote:I've often made the reflection that one mark of democracy should be the availability of less-than-5-bucks meals in a country. That no matter how poor you are you may still have a chance to eat out. Why not rub shoulders with the richer folks while you're at it because they do eat out in hawker centres or in the streets.cutiebutie wrote:I saw on the news here that rising prices and pressure on low income families is being countered by the media in Singapore with reports on where to still find hawker stall meals for SGD2.50![]()
The negative aspect of million-dollar salaries for the people in power may be that they have little idea what life is like for the needy or even the middle class.
Because here in France, Spain, Germany or Italy, the average salary is not fabulous and the cheapest thing you can buy outside is a 4-euro cold sandwich or a 6-euro pizza and you eat it standing up. OK, a cheeseburger is 1,50 and you can eat in. But the point is that if you don't have a decent income, you don't eat out - at all.
I'm also surprised that people think that Singapore does not get criticised enough. Because for the decade that I've been living in Europe, I can assure you that all the bad things about us have been quite widely publicised so much so that at the beginning I would actually get ready to be on the defensive the minute I introduced myself to others as a Singaporean. You do get bashed and/or patronised and nobody cares about what you have to say about your own country. They somehow know it better than you do.
After all the bad press that we get elsewhere, we could occasionally console ourselves with "it-could-be-worse" scenarios. Some self-esteem has to figure in nation-building.
While trekking through the swamps, he suffered cuts and bites on his legs but he told himself "it could be worse" and made up his mind to wear better gloves - "my arms are more important, I need them to hack the vines".
Eventually, his legs developed gangrene and he died forgotten. Whether he found the lost paradise was not known but everybody knew his corpse had wonderful looking hands.
