Four Years Without A Chance

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I find it funny, but more so, I find it insulting that we live in a day and age where hard work and education do not matter at all. I am already living in Singapore, like most other Singaporeans, and we all know that the cost of living is extremely high, with people not thriving but merely trying to survive each day of their lives. On top of that, we see the decline in our birth rates, only to have it replaced by foreign individuals gaining citizenship as a solution to Singapore's low population, while young individuals who were born here and served the nation, especially males, are finding it difficult to secure jobs after graduation.

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