Sake Hermit

Ugly truths about Singapore: Sinkies think having a nice property in Singapore will make you happy: - Condo: You get annoyed at each floor the lift stops with a private lift, people look into your condo, you see the endless dross of capital running in and out of your city like harlots chasing a Saudi prince. Chinese mafia money. Korean equity wealth. Expats on nice pay packages. Italian tech workers. Supercars in the carpark. It gets old quickly. - Landed: everywhere you go usually requires a car, and/or walking long enough in the humid heat to the point you feel like exploding. Good luck dealing with the mould and damp as well during wet seasons, and ceiling leaks. Also, at least 2-3 helpers depending on the size of the place. Say goodbye to loud, passionate sex with your lovers unless you build a soundproof basement to blackmail people with like Epstein. Sinkies think the country club makes them happy: - it's all boomers gatekeeping their 6-figure memberships for soggy vegetables and a half-decent rib roast that you can get at a butcher and make at home for 1/3 the price and 3x the flavor + the meeting rooms smell like 60 year old unfucked chinese men - unless you like polo shirts you're not getting into the place without breaking into a sweat. Again, the humid heat takes its toll on you. Sinkies think a fat whale sized portfolio makes you happy: - If its thru crypto, expect trouble w banks, and plenty of statements to follow. If thru other industries, need a paper trail and good accountant to make sure it all lines up or MAS gonna come knocking - private bankers will try to feast on your corpse as you lose more hair on your head, your children hating you for being locked in as they grow up, and your blood pressure and receding hairline correlates with your networth (uponly) Sinkies think the tradwife at home makes you happy: - Unless you're good at relationships, most sinkie marriages I've ever seen with money and wealth turn into nothing but a paper marriage and a spiritual and sexual divorce. Both partners basically hate each other but make sure to do niceties in public, church and/or temple in order to maintain face. Always a mistress somewhere. Always a second woman (or multiple). Sometimes Japanese, usually PRC. Occasionally Kazakh if uncle has some balls. (99% of the time, no) - if u make ur wife stay at home, eventually she hates you for taking away her earning power. If she overworks, ur children get into trouble, you resent her for doing that. End of the day, you also headache and full ballsack. cb Sinkies think sending kids to the best schools means they succeed: - Unless they actually are cookie-cutter SG NPC genetics that can stick to the line, usually they end up being ungrateful for expensive primary schools or international schools. They see the wealth their classmates have that you don't, and become jealous and resentful and just want their inheritance and pound of flesh. - Send your child overseas, your son becomes a pothead, your daughter becomes a man, but at least you can brag to your country club friends that you flipped the flat you bought for your then-daughter in Oxford for a nice 6-figure profit while they pitch you a longevity doctor that's just a GP with no real qualifications but a silver tongue for a 10k consultation at some dodgy Orchard clinic. There is one simple solution. The state will not allow your children to die, as we are gradually becoming a liberal democracy. Have as many children as possible, and refertilise the nation. If you are smart, if you have brains, spread the seed. Pinoy style genetic airdrops might be the only way to regain the wealth distribution taken from the millennial generation. The boomers will bear the burden, your children will inherit the little red dot when they have long passed, cremated in Mandai with their tiktok doomscrolling phones. Their ashes coating the cheap urns their children bought for them as an afterthought as they sell off their nest egg to put yet another flower wreath on some mid thai siam bu at a siam diu. This is not a house of cards, this is the sobering reality of a nation that traded its soul for a shiny, shimmering Iron Rice Bowl. Live, laugh, lanjiao.