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1. Your Car Is Probably the Most Expensive Thing You’ll Ever Fall in Love With Your car may cost more than your wedding. Possibly more than your degree. You don’t own a car in Singapore. The car owns you. You feed it petrol. You pay COE. You pay
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We are patient people. We queue. We wait. We endure. But hunger changes everything. Below are 6 situations that can turn a calm person into a silent volcano. Is Chope-ing with a tissue packet a national right or a national sin? Fight it out in the comments 1. The
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I have attended more funerals than weddings. One day, the coffin will not belong to someone else. It will be mine. Death is the one appointment none of us can cancel. No rescheduling. No exemptions. No exceptions for the young, the loved, the needed. Some welcome it after a long
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You know you’re Singaporean when this irritates you. We are calm people. Until someone does one of these. Below are behaviours that can raise blood pressure faster than peak-hour ERP. Like the comment that annoys you most. Defend your choice in the comments. Tag the friend who is
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Nobody announced these rules. There was no Town Hall. No WhatsApp poll. But somehow… we all follow them. 1. The Chope Covenant: If a table has a pack of tissue, it is legally occupied. Even if the owner is still queuing three streets away. 2. The MRT Gauntlet: If the
When I was younger, I was most rich after receiving ang pow during Chinese New Year. As an adult, the real joy comes from giving. Chinese New Year is not just about the oranges, the steamboat, or the noise of reunion dinners. It is about that simple moment when you
I studied the Indonesian language a few years ago. I have forgotten most of it. But I never forgot how it made me feel. It is a beautiful language. Refined. Gentle. Almost poetic. It paints instead of naming. Breast becomes buah dada, fruit of the chest. The sun becomes matahari,
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Food for Thought One meal during Chinese New Year can easily cost twenty times more than what we spend on a normal day. A table filled with abalone, prawns, fish, roast meats, and bottles of drinks. Laughter. Photos. Prosperity tossed high in the air. It is celebration. It is tradition.
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I am the strictest boss I have ever worked for. When I failed to hit my own KPIs, I called myself into a meeting. No appeal. No warning letter. Immediate termination. Now I am unemployed, and still reporting to the same boss tomorrow.
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I don’t quite understand this. It’s dinner time. The café is packed. People are walking around with trays, scanning for seats like it’s a competitive sport. Seats are limited. Every table matters. And yet, a laptop is open on a table. One drink. One person. The dining
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Boom. That’s the question. It arrives before the bak kwa plate finishes one round. Before the pineapple tarts settle in your stomach. Before you even sit down properly. “So… where are you working now?” And just like that, you become the reunion dinner entertainment. The spotlight switches on in
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Reunion dinner used to be rowdy at Lei Hwa Restaurant. Three tables, every year. Today, it is only a memory. They have left.