There is another Singapore.
Where youths of special needs cannot normally go to school, but cannot afford their own graphics-workhorse computers to continue their intense self-drive learning, and have no hope for top education and independent income and living.
Where honest, independent writers are living ghosts unpaid for their work, ignored in silence, and starving from inaction.
Where the façade of a successful and prosperous nation hides under a large, bumpy carpet, a proportion who don't go overseas to celebrate home, who can afford to commemorate with noise song and spectacle, when but a fraction of that partying budget would sustain them month after month.
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