Go to a divorce court once. Just sit and observe.
Not a single woman is crying for love.
They are just there to destroy a man’s life and loot all his money.
Growing up for men in society is all about killing your inner child and turning into an emotionless Gollum so everyone around you can use you without any guilt. Your existence depends on your usefulness like a slave you don't have a right to exist if you're not useful.
Having hobbies, expectations, dreams and hopes may make one non conformist and lash out at society which is obviously not good. You have to be the perfect receiver for the pains of others if you try to rebel you'll be shamed into submission or ostracized from society
You kinda become the martyr for society's indulgences you pay for the mistakes & frivolity of others just because you are unlucky. You're born in a prison and you have to buy your way out of it.
I'm part of Gen Z and slightly younger than him but he's completely right, because the way our generation thinks goes like this:
If you follow the system and work "hard" at your 9-5, you aren't rewarded. There is no future in it, because you are essentially a slave for the people at the top and the backbone of the system. You pay 35-50% in taxes and have 0 stake in society.
Buying a house or apartment was every single generation's number 1 priority. Now? You're priced out of the housing market entirely, unless you want to become a slave to a bank for the rest of your life.
Every day you're being destroyed by inflation while banks print money out of thin air. The cost of living is simply ridiculous, and you cannot save your way to a future, because the more money you hold in your bank, the less purchasing power you have over time.
The "save money" approach that Boomers love to preach because they are so disconnected from reality, worked for previous generations because the times were completely different. This whole "eat less at a restaurant" is outdated bullshit.
Even if you start your own company, the chances are high that you're already being crushed by the competition, or you get wrecked by taxes and imaginary 'laws' designed to prevent you from creating any wealth. Companies like Amazon, Microsoft, Intel and Apple have essentially monopolized the entire world.
Your average person doesn't think "how do I start a business?", they think "how do I put money into their stock or this crypto?" because the only way to multiply your money is to join the winning team rather than try to build one. There are exceptions of course; plenty of people still succeed doing their own thing, but I'm talking about the average person here.
Bottom line is, capitalism has gotten out of control. I won't even get to market manipulation, healthcare scandals, DEI, mass illegal immigration and using wars to launder money, then having the public to pay the price while the rich get richer.
So you're probably wondering, what does my generation do?
> Some slave themselves to the banks by following the old system which has priced them out from living, completely dead on the inside, hating every day of their lives and don't know any better.
> Some start their own businesses and look for any avenue outside the system (typically online), because the system caps you in the real world based on how far you can scale.
> Some check out entirely, they work a basic job but spend every paycheck down to zero; travel, buy whatever they want, go outside, and enjoy life as much as possible because there is no future worth saving for.
The one thing all three of these groups have in common is that they all want to see the system burn to the ground because these politicians are so good at talking, yet nothing ever gets done. They constantly abuse people as much as they can. It used to work for a while, but not anymore, which is why people around the world have lost faith in every single government.
Best advice I can give anybody is to avoid governments as much as possible. Avoid putting yourself in debt. Avoid their propaganda. Operate outside of the system by starting your own thing, the internet is your best friend here, understand that most 'rules' aren't real, and stay away from anything they tell you is 'good' for you.
Kate Middleton looking angry and the kids looking completely uncomfortable and confused, getting booed during trooping the colour. If looks could kill. Princess Kate didn't like that.
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But did it actually beat the stock market over 30 years?
I ran the numbers across condo, landed, HDB 4-room and 5-room — vs the S&P 500.
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i think we need to recognise that ‘stress’ is structural - created and exacerbated by specific legal, social, and economic structures - rather than merely individual or psychological. and we need to critique the violence of this infrastructure rather than resorting to pathology
that clip of Anthony Bourdain talking to those people in Singapore is so chilling. the way she says there is no gender parity in SG because they have maids (bec of which women can work), as if these maids aren’t also women and members of their society
“Baby ah - we got BTO number”, she shouts from across the room.
The hairs on your skin shiver. Endorphins flood your brain. Your heart palpitates as it rapidly redirects blood to your half erect cock, quickly bringing it to full mast.
“What number?”, you ask cautiously, not wanting to get ahead of yourself.
“132” - she replies.
132. Out of a 976 unit development. 5 year MOP. Should be able to get mid-high floor. Without morning sun.
450 - 550k purchase price. 5% due now, the remaining 20% due on key collection.
Gahmen recently announced a new revitalisation programme for the area. New mall, new bicycle path, new MRT link.
Easy flip for 1m+ after 5 year MOP.
Finally the time has come for your ascension.
You gaze upon her, eyes filled with love. She has never looked so beautiful. Sitting there in her university T-shirt, phone in hand. Her red brown balayage hair pulled away from her acne scarred face in a low ponytail. You watch her pull a funny face as she updates her Instagram and besties Telegram group with a 5 second video.
Sure she’s a 5/10 by any objective measure. To anyone else, she is a mid SMU psychology student with questionable job prospects and bland hobbies (food 🍔and travel✈️❤️).
But to you - she is the angel of your financial ascension.
Years pass.
You have since graduated and now hold down an office job at Shoppee. So too has your wife, she does 'marketing and comms' at some SME. After three years of living with your parents, it is finally time to collect the keys.
You hand over the cashier's order for 100k to the HDB employee. It wasn't easy but between your savings, a loan from your ah ma and the angbao profits from your wedding (off-peak Thursday lunch reception @ Holiday Inn Orchard no open bar suckers!), you got there.
As you finish signing the papers, you mentally write up your net worth by 500k. Then you add an asterisk on it. Just in case you know. Your wife has just finished her selfies with the HDB sign and pulls you into a photograph with her.
You smile.
A few years pass.
"No lah! No lah!" - you exclaim loudly at a gathering of your secondary school friends who jest that you have 'made it already' because of your luck in securing your BTO. "Cannot sell la - still got MOP!"
But deep inside you smugly muse "Yes bro - I did fucking make it". A friend who became a lawyer humble brags about how busy he is and 'offhandedly' drops his salary and how much he spends on rent. "Sucker paying other people's mortgage" you quietly muse as you sip on your mug of Tiger.
As you return home you observe your wife being dropped off by her handsome ang moh colleague in an Audi. She laughs as he hands her the Chanel handbag she bought on Atome and waves her goodbyes. The wide smile on her slightly red face - a smile you haven't seen in years - fades slightly as she sees you.
"We had team drinks and Thomas offered to drop me off. Very nice of him."
"Yea ok cool" - you reply, unsure if you want to start another fight.
Sensing the tension, she tries to change the subject.
"Oh by the way ah, I spoke to my secondary school friend Celine. She in real estate now. She say ah - that our unit probably can sell 1.1 - 1.2m+ when MOP leh!"
You smile - blood returning to your phallus.
2 long years pass.
"Thank you Sir" - the DBS banker smiles warmly as you hand him the signed housing loan agreement.
After eight arduous years, you were finally able to dump your HDB on the next sucker for over 1.1m. After agent fees etc, you got away with a clean profit of over 500k.
And today marks the culmination of your ascension to the condo class.
A 2 bedroom condo in the newly TOPed Merdeka Jewel - 750 square feet at $3000 per square foot at 2.25m. Sure it is a little smaller than your 990 square foot HDB but its not like you need that much room. Your wife made it abundantly clear that she does not want to have kids because she is 'too busy focusing on her career' (although you still question what the fuck her actual job is).
Rolling your savings and your HDB profits into the 25% down payment and taking the 30 year loan at 2.6% interest was a no brainer. 8k a month in mortgage payments seem steep but is manageable. As long as you both keep working. I mean it will all pay off right? Singapore property is up only after all.
You look to your wife and her Chanel handbag. She smiles back at you, she too celebrating her ascension to the condominium class. You can hear the gears in her head turn, the dopamine firing at the thought of all the likes her house tour video is going to get on Instagram.
"Ill be out tonight with friends" - you tell her. "Ya ok I got plans also" - she replies.
You text your real estate agent to confirm that you will exercise the option to purchase. Your cock is now fully erect at the thought of your ascension.
Then you go on WeChat and text Lanlan "我好想你 - 今晚见!❤️"
You smile and take in the Singapore sun.
Damn it feels good to be a Singaporean son.
Real wealth?
Multiple residencies - Singapore passport does not give this, no dual citizenship. Our passport is about as strong as silicon breast implants. Looks great from a distance but real ones know it does not hold up to touch. How many young sinkies have the balls to leave? only know one who fled to Japan.
Land, soil, connection to Nature - lmfao we are a tiny island, our leaders aren’t pushing for more reclamation, our leaders also bochap. Average Moldovan peasant whose parents make wine on their land, have swine for ham and sausage, fields to lie upon in the warmer seasons is richer, if you remove the religion of GDP per capita.
Children - our TFR?? Brother…
Family, relationships - Sinkie pwn sinkie
Happiness, inner peace - no I must be better than my colleagues n ex classmates, must flex, must prove I am better than some retard named Aloysius Wong Boon Khua Kway Chap or some shit like that
Eventually you find yourself in your nice house (hopefully paid off) with a fat portfolio but your wife and kids hate you, what’s the point? Nice sports car but you’re playing within a restricted field. Your shekels will be worth an estate anywhere else in the world, on the little red dot you feel small and minuscule. You know 10 thousand hawker stalls but cannot cook a noodle dish to save your life. You can critique a steak a million ways but fear the splash of oil from the pan. For all your love of opulence you have never tasted life beyond the humid banks of the East Coast. You have means that 99% of the world will never experience, yet you lack the heart and soul to even try to experience it beyond a tiny island lying on the equator. Our ancestors that chose to leave their previous homelands for a chance of better pay for their labor had more balls than we do today.
Such is the way of the kiasu sinkie. On paper you beat the world, in reality, you became a true slave to the system. Mass hypnosis. And so it goes.
⚡️High-paid workers are quietly admitting they do not trust the corporate ladder to protect their future.
The deeper move is converting temporary wage advantage into exit velocity.
A Meta engineer making 300K+ and living like a monk is using money as a weapon against dependency.
The salary is not the dream.
The salary is the extraction phase.
Spend almost nothing, accumulate assets, buy optionality, escape before the machine changes the terms.
That is the real psychology.
The old prestige path said: get the elite job, upgrade lifestyle, buy the apartment, lease the car, join the consumption class, signal success, keep climbing.
This new path says: take the elite paycheck, refuse the lifestyle trap, stack capital, minimize attachments, and get out before work absorbs your life.
That is a very different relationship to status.
The reason this is spreading among successful young tech workers is obvious: they can feel the bargain degrading. Layoffs. AI compression. corporate politics. burnout. housing insanity. dating dysfunction. meaning collapse. endless performance culture. rising cost of normal adulthood. The job pays well, but the job no longer feels like a stable identity. It feels like a temporary arbitrage window.
So the rational response is: monetize the window while it is open.
The bleak part is that even winners are building escape plans. When people making 300K feel the need to live without basic comforts to retire early, that says the culture has lost faith in continuity.
They are not planning lives inside the system.
They are planning exits from it.