I met up with my high school friend, Yvonne, last week. She migrated to Canada when we were 15 years old, without completing her education here. Many people thought it was a risky move to uproot like that but I think her parents made the best decisions of their lives.
Yvonne came back to Malaysia to visit an ill relative. She could send flowers too, but a personal approach makes a lot of difference.
Yvonne told me that back in 1990s, Canada has already progressed way beyond what we had in Malaysia. Even now, she could see the vast differences of these two countries.
For example, education is very advanced in Canada. There were already established online entrepreneur universities, set up even before we could spell E.N.T.R.E.P.R.E.N.E.U.R.
Anyway, Yvonne told me that to see the differences, one would have to live there. She told me that after wok, she is taking up recreational cooking classes which none of her friends here are able to do due to the long working hours and low pay that could not afford extras like these.
Yvonne said that I should go and visit her sometime and if I do, she would take me sightseeing and at least visit the top ten York attractions. She also has two used Honda scooters that we could ride on for countryside excursions. My, does that sound tempting!
