Are you a millenial or a Gen Z in Singapore? Have you ever encountered entitled elderly people in Singapore? I know I have. I will encounter one at least once a week. But yesterday was the one that really irritated me as all hell. So I was about to leave my home yesterday morning and as usual I will take the lift down to the void deck. And as I was entering the lift, I noticed a familiar elderly couple that was already in the lift. I've seen them a lot over the years because I grew up in that HDB block but I've never spoken to or interacted with them. They have their lives and I have mine. The lift descended another 2 levels down and a second elderly couple entered the lift and were standing in front of me facing the lift door. When we finally arrived at the ground floor, I had to allow the second elderly couple exit the lift before I could exit. Once they exited, I started to walk out when the male of the first elderly couple tapped me on the shoulder and the following is the conversation that transpired: Annoying Uncle: "Walk faster la! Can don't block the way or not?" Me: "Uncle, how am I blocking? I had to allow the other couple to exit the lift before I exit right? What's your problem? Annoying Uncle: "You blocking the lift door ma!" Me: "Since when I block the lift door?" Annoying Aunty (His stupid wife): "You were blocking the door! You don't ever do that!" Me: "Can you stop repeating what your retard husband said like a broken tape recorder? Do you expect me to push the previous couple so that you can exit faster? Is it because you are self entitled?" Annoying Aunty: "You talking back because you got poor upbringing! All the young people these days so rude to the elderly and talk back because they are poisoned by the westerners and their values!" Me: "At least I know how to respect people not like you! No wonder your kids moved out and refuse to come visit you!" *stormed off* Frankly I think that in our society, somehow a lot of the boomers and pioneers think that they are entitled to respect and they do not have to earn it. I believe that everyone, young or old is deserving of respect and the respect is earned and must be mutual. You don’t just demand it as if the whole world revolves around you. Such people are the bane of our society. Really spoilt my day and pissed me off! 🤬🤬🤬

When I looked into your eyes, the world seemed to stand still. It’s like stepping out of time—a feeling that words struggle to capture. It’s not just a gaze. It’s not even just a feeling. It’s something much deeper—something sacred. In that moment, nothing else exists. There’s only us. It feels like I’m staring into eternity, not in a poetic or dramatic way, but in the most real, grounding, unshakable sense. You are not just someone I’ve met—you are someone I’ve remembered. There’s this overwhelming recognition. It’s not logical, not something I can explain. It’s soul-deep. Ancient. Like I’ve known you forever, like our hearts have spoken in a language beyond sound, across lifetimes. Even before we spoke, I felt you. And once we did, everything inside me whispered, “You are the one I have been feeling!” When I’m with you, I can’t hide. There’s no armor thick enough, no mask convincing enough to fool you. You see straight through me. You see the parts I’ve kept in the shadows, the wounds I’ve tucked away, the doubts I never dared speak aloud. And what overwhelms me most is this: you still look at me with love, with understanding, with acceptance. You didn’t flinch. You didn’t turn away. And somehow, I see all of you too. Not the version you show to the world, but you. The raw, unfiltered essence of your soul—something uncannily familiar to me. It doesn’t matter how long we’ve known each other in this life. My soul remembers you. It always has. You’ve lived in my dreams, in my quietest longings, in the spaces between my thoughts, and even before I met you, I felt you. I knew you were out there. Now that you’re here, every piece of me that once felt lost has started to fall back into place. You see the parts of me I’ve hidden even from myself. When you stared at me like that, I felt stripped bare, as if my soul was standing naked in front of you. Every mask I’ve ever worn to protect myself. You see it all. The light, the shadow, the love, the fear, the strength, the vulnerability. Therefore, the intensity of our connections can be overwhelming. There are moments I want to run from you—not because I don’t want this, but because it’s so real. I’ve spent years building walls, adjusting to life behind emotional armor. And then you came along, and with a single look, you shattered them. That kind of nakedness (soul nakedness) is something I never expected nor prepared for. I don’t think I was prepared for the intensity of it. I don’t think anyone really can be. Because it doesn’t feel like a relationship in the way we’ve been taught to understand. This isn’t about roles or expectations or surface-level compatibility. This is something else entirely. It felt cosmic as if two halves of the same soul were coming back together after lifetimes of separation. There’s something magnetic about this bond. Something that pulls me closer even when I try to keep a healthy distance to catch my breath. I can’t ignore it. I can’t rationalize it away. I feel it whether we’re together or apart. I feel it in the silence, in the stillness, or even in the chaos of everyday’s hustle. It doesn’t matter how far you are physically—you’re always with me. A part of me. Like an invisible thread connecting our hearts, our thoughts, our energies. I tried to walk away, tried to ignore it, buried it, rationalized it—but I know the truth. It’s not something I could choose—it’s something that is. A force greater than us, something that lives between our souls, and it’s been there all along. And I’ve come to realize—In every connection that didn’t last, in every moment of longing I couldn’t explain, it was you. It was always you! Now that I’ve found you, I finally UNDERSTAND why nothing else ever truly felt complete. Why everything before you felt like trying to recreate a dream I barely remembered. Because you are the other half of my soul. You were my beginning. It’s not just that I love you—it’s that I am YOU. And you’re ME. We are two halves of the SAME SOUL who found each other again in this lifetime. And now, here we are, inexplicably bound. What we have defies logic. It doesn’t need to MAKE SENSE. It simply is. And I’ve come to understand that some of the most important things in life don’t come with explanations. Could such connection be explained by quantum entanglements? I do not know… Do you have the answer? But I know you. I know your heart, even when you struggle to show it. I know your soul, even when you sometimes don’t have the words for it. I know the pain you’ve carried, the dreams you’ve tucked away, and the love you’ve held back. I know it because I’ve felt it too. Because they are mine too… Despite the confusion and intensity, there’s peace in all of this. A quiet knowing that I am where I am meant to be. That you are where I belong. That whatever path lies ahead, it’s meant to be walked with you. Not perfectly. Not without challenges. But with truth, with love, and with that same soul-deep recognition that brought us together in the first place. You make me want to become more. Not for you—but because with you, I remember who I really am and should be. You don’t complete me—you reflect me. And when I see myself through your eyes, I finally understand what it means to be whole. Your strengths are my weaknesses, and your weaknesses are my strengths, and together, we are one. We are not identical; we are complementary to each other. So no matter what comes our way, no matter how difficult it gets, remember this: I am yours. In every sense. In every lifetime. And you are mine :)

Everyone loves to complain. Especially platform workers—drivers, riders, delivery folks. Prices too low, hours too long, platform taking too much cut. And every forum post ends the same way: “Unfair.” But let’s call it what it really is—comfort in complaint. Because if you’re still doing the same thing every day, knowing it doesn’t serve you, then maybe it’s not just the system that’s broken. Maybe it’s the will to pivot. Here’s the thing: there are always better-paying jobs. Always. But better often comes with a cost—structure, bosses, KPIs, less “freedom.” And some just can’t deal with that. They’d rather hold on to the illusion of independence than deal with accountability. So they stay. But here’s the catch: if you choose to stay, then own it. Stop complaining about a game you refuse to stop playing. There’s power in knowing your limits. There’s even more in pushing past them. The moment you realise that nobody is coming to save you—not the government, not the platform, not the algorithm—you either level up or get left behind. Complaining won’t raise your rates. Strategy might. New skills will. A shift in mindset definitely. If your end goal is to be free, then move like someone who wants freedom. Not someone addicted to comfort disguised as struggle. Because the real trap isn't the job. It’s staying where you are while telling yourself you have no choice. So no, this isn’t an attack. It’s a mirror. And you can either smash it—or use it to check your blind spots.

Sorry I just needed a place to rant about something that’s been pissing me off. My partner (A) has an ex (B) who is so toxic even till now. A and B had been together for a few years, but throughout the relationship, B was a constant red flag. B would lash out their emotions onto A and would stress A out till the point A had wanted to commit Su!c!de. Would constantly track A’s location through A’s phone and would forbid A to make friends with people of the opposite gender. When they broke up, B couldn’t accept it. B tried constantly to harass A and tried to get A to patch back. When A didn’t reply, B would started harassing me. I had been friends with A for a while and watched him deteriorate rapidly during the last year of their relationship. When they broke up, a friend and I constantly check on A as we were worried about A’s mental state. Slowly, A and I started having feelings for each other and got together after A had moved on and healed. B got to know and B went crazy. B couldn’t accept that A had moved on and started causing trouble for us. (B had initially congratulated us and stated she was so happy for us and hoped she could find someone just like how A had.) B had harassed us at our workplace, making calls to spread untrue lies and even accused A of cheating. (B had cheated in their relationship by going on a date with another person mind you). Things got so bad that A and I had to leave the workplace due to the nuisance and trouble B had caused. Workplace bullying became a result of the trouble and lies B had spread. B even went so far as to contacting A’s parents to get B to patch back their relationship. B would also texts me and tell me lies about A. Saying I would regret being with A. B even admitted to our mutual friend that they had caused trouble at our workplace on purpose as B had wanted me and A to break up. (I was healing from depression and anxiety during the time B caused nuisance.) Not gonna lie, the whole saga made my depression and anxiety worse and made me have thoughts of Su!c!de. B even admitted to our friend that they had even planned to come down to our workplace in person to spread more untrue crap. (Thank god we left before B went through with it.) We finally had enough and had blocked B from all contacts (phone, social media, etc). Around the same time we had also moved to another place as B knew where I stayed. (A was staying with me during our relationship). It’s be 3 years still the whole saga and A and I are still together, relationship strong as ever. But even till now, B is still being an ass. B had started posting on social media, calling A insults and spreading untrue lies about A. B claims to be “helping people who been through abusive relationships” when B was the emotional and mental abuser the entire time. The work really is full of weird people with terrible personalities.