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Life Lessons from the Armed Forces – Punctuality In the army, punctuality is not a suggestion. It is a survival skill. Be late by one minute and you don’t get a warning. You get punished. Your weekend disappears. While your buddies are shopping, eating good food, or dating their girlfriends,
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I asked the lawyer for a photocopy. His clerk pressed a button. One minute passed. The bill was $50. That minute was worth more than some people’s entire day. PS True story
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I can’t give you a pendant. But I can give you my heart. And, honestly, my empty wallet too.
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Life lessons from the Armed Forces. In the armed forces, we work with a simple assumption. Anything can go wrong. And failure is not an option. That is why every mission comes with a contingency plan. Before we move, we already ask the uncomfortable question: If this fails, then what?
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Life Lessons from the Army Discipline Comes Before Everything Else In the army, work does not begin with work. Before anything else, the order of the day is fixed. Exercise. Cleaning. Breakfast. You exercise even when you are tired. You clean your rifle, make your bed, clean the toilet and
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Life Lessons from the Army (That You Didn’t Know You’d Keep Using) I spent most of my working life in the armed forces as a regular. I lived through the era before computers and the internet. When work was done on heavy, noisy typewriters. When information was kept
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knock knock. survey. no, thank you. door closed.
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Minister said a lot. Motherhood statements. About nothing. Full of air. Press conference successfully completed.
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For most of us, the definition arrived early and uninvited. Do well in school. Get a respectable job. Earn more. Keep earning. It sounds reasonable. Almost kind. But I am not convinced it leads to lasting happiness. Because the moment you reach one milestone, another one appears. A new benchmark.
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This picture reminds me of the days when life felt smaller, and safer. Afternoons like this were quiet and warm. No rush. No pressure. Just the sound of wheels on the road and the feeling that everything was okay because someone steady was in front. I remember sitting there, feet
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A book about the sentence you use when you know exactly what to do but would rather not say it. Written by experience. Approved by nobody. P.S. Reading the title is sufficient. Further action is not required at this time.
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My retirement dream is to be a street busker. Stand somewhere near a Singapore MRT station with a portable electric piano, playing all my favourite songs. Big problem. I don’t know how to play. And please don’t ask me to memorise the notes. If the government ever opens
