Satire
Breaking news. Buying a ten-dollar mystery box with a plastic figurine inside is dangerous. Buying a Toto ticket with dreams of early retirement is nation building. I love this country. Apparently, the problem with mystery boxes is that you don’t know what you’re getting. It encourages repeated buying.
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A few years before Covid, a minister shared that when he stepped into a lift, he heard people around him speaking in a language not his own. He said it was the first time he felt like a foreigner in his own country. Back then, I was working in the
Satire
Language is amazing. We don’t change the situation. We just change the name. And suddenly it feels… upgraded. Once upon a time, someone d*ed. Now they are “unalived.” Homeless? No, no. “Unsheltered.” Or even better, “rough sleepers.” Sounds almost adventurous. Like they chose camping as a lifestyle. Manpower
Satire
We Are World Champions at Complaining We complain about the heat. We complain about the rain. We complain when it’s too hot. We complain when it’s too cold in the MRT. We complain about the cost of chicken rice. Then we queue 45 minutes for the “famous” one.
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When I was in the military, I used to compare a lot. I was a tiny low-ranking fly buzzing around rooms full of shiny high-ranking officers. Everyone had badges, stars, deep voices. I had… a name tag. Naturally, I felt small. Until I discovered my superpower. I knew something they
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In the army, I discovered the most powerful productivity hack ever invented. It’s called Act Blur. Not lazy. Not incompetent. Just… selectively unclear. When I was a recruit, my corporal had a favourite line. “Don’t be a smart aleck.” Translation: Don’t volunteer brilliance. Don’t improve the
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If there is one skill the army trains to Olympic level, it is waiting. The camp commander says, “All men assemble at 8am.” The OC says, “7.30am.” The platoon sergeant says, “7am.” By the time the message reaches you, you are standing in formation at 6.45am, fully dressed,
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There is one word in the army so powerful that I cannot even spell it properly. Let’s just call it “Fcuk.” Parents worry that their innocent, wide-eyed sons will come home brainwashed by the military. They are right. But not in the way they think. The first sign is
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In the army, there were many kinds of standby. Standby bed. Standby area. Standby for instructions. Each one had its own unique way of wasting time. But the one every recruit remembers most is Standby Bed. Standby Bed is an inspection of your bunk, locker, and personal belongings. It usually
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Probably for the first time, officers and NCOs were thrown into the same batch and trained to become SAF Boys’ instructors. No rank buffer. We were trained by the commandos on top of a small hill in Changi, living in an two-storey colonial bungalow. Before every meal, we did pull-ups.
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Drills never made sense to me back then. Under the blazing sun, I learned Malay words I still remember today. Kanan pusing. Kiri pusing. Left turn, right turn, repeat until your brain melts before your body does. At night, we polished our boots until we could see our teeth in
micro memoir
These shoes were my faithful companions. They walked with me through life’s snow and storms. Now worn out, left behind while I continue on alone.
