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The government is very concerned about the birth rate. Every year there are reports, incentives, baby bonuses, and romantic national advertisements showing happy couples walking under flowering trees. The trees are flowering. The couples are not. Reason 1: No Space In the kampong days, families had many children. Today we
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Living in Singapore means learning one important life skill: how to say no without actually saying no. American: "Can you do this tomorrow?" "No." Efficient. Slightly shocking. But you get 45 minutes of your life back. Chinese: They don't say no. They say: "
The Topic: Is LinkedIn a professional network or a drama club? Speaker 1: The Realist (The "Just Do Your Job" Person) Ladies and gentlemen, let’s be honest. Sometimes, work is just work. You finished a task. You didn't conquer a mountain. You had a meeting.
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We all have two personalities: The one that wears slippers at a kopitiam, and the one that 'embraces unexpected opportunities' on LinkedIn. Someone recently complained that LinkedIn is becoming too much like Facebook. According to him, LinkedIn should remain professional. No memes. No gossip. No casual posts. In
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Singapore is probably the only country in the world that believes every national problem can be solved with a campaign. Other countries debate policies. We print posters. Over the years we have had some legendary ones. First there was Stop at Two. Then many years later we had Please Have
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Singaporeans like to complain about Malaysia. The Causeway jam. The politics. The ringgit. Everything also complain. But here's the truth. We are obsessed with Malaysia. Malaysia is Singapore's favourite weekend hobby, side hustle, and therapy combined. First, the food. Almost everything shiok we eat has Malaysian
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Nothing in Singapore is actually from Singapore. People, food, talent, ideas. Everything seems to arrive by plane. We’re not a country. We’re a 24-hour airport with HDB flats and a Michelin star. Your HDB was built by Bangladesh, your streets are swept by India, and your blood is
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They say do what you love. I love going home. Unfortunately my job loves overtime.
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Singaporeans are extremely well-behaved. Possibly Olympic level. Our rulebook is so thick it could qualify as light reading for National Day. We don’t litter. We don’t smoke anywhere we feel like. We clear our trays after eating. We don’t eat or drink on the MRT. Not because
micro memoir
I was 17 years old, still a virgin, still innocent about the world. Long hair. About to enlist in National Service. Living with my parents in a three-room HDB flat at Sims Drive.
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54 years ago, I sat by the rock at East Coast Park. The birds in the tree were chirping. The waves were licking the beach. The wind was caressing my face. I was young, single and wondering what the future hold. Today I went back to the same rock, an
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Last time I used to laugh at this whole “AI will take your job” thing. I said, relax lah. Robots cannot replace humans. Humans got heart. Humans got soul. Humans got CPF. Then I looked at how we actually work. A robot wakes up on time. We wake up, snooze