Its confirmed
It’s confirmed.
From the CNA website:
Link
What can I say? In the past, when people asked me if I’ve ever thought of immigration, my usual reply was to scoff immediately. Why move? I mean, I DO want to work overseas for a couple of years, as that would be give me the chance to broaden my horizons and build up a contact network like none other. But eventually, I always wanted to come back home and raise my kids here.
Where else in the world can you enjoy hot, steaming soft boiled eggs with a kopi-o at the kopitiam, watching Suzanne Jung on CNA?
Where else in the world would you feel perfectly safe on the streets late at night after a couple of drinks?
Where else in the world could you have all your friends and family, readily available for meet ups?
Where else in the world could you say “I’m home” without feeling that slight twinge deep inside?
The beautiful thing about Singapore is that no matter where you go, which corner you turn or whichever building you enter, from that moment on, there’s a memory (sweet or otherwise) attached to it. Whenever I go by Joo Seng road, I can’t help but smile at the place where the first office I’ve ever set up stands. Even though it was a bittersweet experience, I still feel that twinge of poignancy. Singapore is home and there are memories on almost every single spot all around me. The bus route where I had my first kiss, the hidden little Macs that my ex girlfriend and I used to go to... too many memories all around...
Maybe its time to create new memories somewhere else.
From the CNA website:
Link
What can I say? In the past, when people asked me if I’ve ever thought of immigration, my usual reply was to scoff immediately. Why move? I mean, I DO want to work overseas for a couple of years, as that would be give me the chance to broaden my horizons and build up a contact network like none other. But eventually, I always wanted to come back home and raise my kids here.
Where else in the world can you enjoy hot, steaming soft boiled eggs with a kopi-o at the kopitiam, watching Suzanne Jung on CNA?
Where else in the world would you feel perfectly safe on the streets late at night after a couple of drinks?
Where else in the world could you have all your friends and family, readily available for meet ups?
Where else in the world could you say “I’m home” without feeling that slight twinge deep inside?
The beautiful thing about Singapore is that no matter where you go, which corner you turn or whichever building you enter, from that moment on, there’s a memory (sweet or otherwise) attached to it. Whenever I go by Joo Seng road, I can’t help but smile at the place where the first office I’ve ever set up stands. Even though it was a bittersweet experience, I still feel that twinge of poignancy. Singapore is home and there are memories on almost every single spot all around me. The bus route where I had my first kiss, the hidden little Macs that my ex girlfriend and I used to go to... too many memories all around...
Maybe its time to create new memories somewhere else.
posted by tygrr at 11:13 AM
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