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“What’s the rush?” In Singapore, doing nothing feels illegal. If you sit too long, even your own conscience will ask, “Are you sure you shouldn’t be doing something?” If you tell people you spent the afternoon doing nothing, they look at you the way they look at an
Satire
But the strange thing is, nobody told the people still climbing it. So every morning, we’re still polishing resumes, tweaking LinkedIn headlines, and waiting patiently for the next rung. It’s like showing up at an airport with a perfectly packed suitcase, only to realize the airline shut down
Satire
You probably have a small window in your day that feels like it belongs to you. For you, it might be late evening. The house is quieter. The work noise fades. You finally sit down with the idea that now you can think, read, or work on something that actually
Satire
In Singapore, “can” means yes. It also means maybe. It also means no, but I don’t want to explain. It also means I heard you, I acknowledge your existence, and I would like to exit this conversation peacefully. “Can” is not a word. It’s a multi-purpose tool. Ask
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I didn’t plan to become unemployed. Nobody ever does. It’s not like primary school where the teacher asks, “Next time, what do you want to be?” And some kid says, “Unemployed with dignity.” But here I am. Let me confess how life quietly reorganises itself when your monthly