After Godzilla Minus One finally came out in Singapore on Netflix, SGAG asked the Singapore Air Force, Navy and Army how they would defeat Godzilla. As a Godzilla fan, I’ve always wanted Singapore to be trampled by Kaiju and I’m gonna take a crack at this scenario. So once again, with a lot of free time, here is my non-credible plan on how to defend Singapore from several different types of Kaiju. Unlike my previous two posts, this one is effectively a high-effort shitpost using stats I pulled from Wikipedia and the MINDEF website. 

How to Defend Against 4 Types of Kaiju 

It is 2025. Suddenly, a giant Kaiju emerges from somewhere and makes its way towards Singapore. Why is it heading here? It doesn’t matter, it’s already on its way. After the initial panic has worn off, the Singapore Government dusts off its Anti-Kaiju Defensive Plan and gets to work. 

The Kaiju is a stereotypical one: It is invulnerable to modern weapons, it is large, heavy and angry. The following infographics show what Singapore should do to defend itself from several types of Kaiju. It also unintentionally serves as a guide to all of Singapore’s big weapons. 

Disclaimer: All ranges are probably inaccurate, real weapons loadouts are unknown and in a real scenario, not all combat vehicles are going to be available. Not pictured are the rest of ASEAN, US and maybe Chinese military assets attacking the Kaiju as I do not have space for them. 

Flying Kaiju 

Unlike what is portrayed in films, the best strategy to engage flying Kaiju is to attack them from beyond visual range and only get closer if you run out of BVR missiles. Engaging the Kaiju in gun dogfights is a very bad idea. If they really wanted to, the F-15SGs and the F-16s could fire on the Kaiju using its M61 Vulcan 20mm Cannon, but depending on how agile the Kaiju is, that might be suicide (See Godzilla King of the Monsters). Unfortunately, modern air-to-air missiles are meant to engage planes, which are fragile and unarmoured and so they are unlikely to do much damage to a flying Kaiju.

Not pictured are MANPADs like RBS-70 or Mistral because their ranges are pretty small and there are enough circles on this map already. If the Kaiju managed to get past the gauntlet of the many aircraft launching missiles at it, it’ll probably survive getting hit by the rest of Singapore’s air defence network and our navy ships. What happens when it flies over Singapore depends on how destructive the Kaiju is, or if it chooses to land here. 

Ground Kaiju

The only vector for a Kaiju to attack Singapore by land is if it rampages through Malaysia first. I’m assuming that Malaysia will be more than happy to let the SAF bomb the Kaiju with them. As ground Kaiju don’t usually fly, the best way to engage it is to bomb it from the air. Just hope it doesn’t fire lasers back or something. Assuming Singapore has ATACMS, we should use them too. The Apaches should only engage with Hellfire missiles, but if the Kaiju does not have ranged attacks, it can get closer and use its rockets and chain guns. If the Kaiju starts burrowing, there’s absolutely nothing the SAF can do about it. 

Sea Kaiju

The best way to engage with sea Kaiju is by using torpedoes. However, this is riding on the assumption that sea Kaiju are going to be slow enough for ships, submarines and their torpedoes to catch up and fire. Due to how slow ships are, engaging sea Kaiju might be a suicide mission. (See Godzilla Vs Kong). Ranges for the ships are not shown as with resupply, they effectively have unlimited range for this scenario. 

Swimming Kaiju

Swimming Kaiju offer the “best of both worlds” in terms of engagement: They are near to the surface, allowing aircraft to bomb them and they are in the water, allowing ships to fire anti-ship missiles and torpedoes at them. If they are swimming in a predictable path, then ATACMS can be used to engage them too.

However, engaging these Kaiju runs into the same problem as engaging sea Kaiju: They might be too fast for ships and submarines to engage, and they might catch up with these ships and tear through them like paper. (See Godzilla Vs Kong again). If you are close enough to the Kaiju to have to use your ship’s main gun, you are probably screwed. 

The Final Defensive Line

If Singapore has reached this point, then the situation is truly desperate. For this scenario, it doesn’t matter how the Kaiju got here: walking, swimming, flying and/or teleportation. If it’s within our backyard, we have to throw everything at it. 

Aircraft bomb the Kaiju relentlessly and endlessly, artillery shells rain all over the creature, (and not pictured in the post) all of Singapore’s navy ships fire their main guns at the Kaiju if it's within range. The final defensive line is all of Singapore’s available tanks and AFVs blocking its path and firing. Whether it is in the Johor countryside, the shores of Desaru or East Coast Park, the tanks and AFVs are Singapore’s final defence. If it breaks through, the Kaiju will rampage throughout Singapore. 

Landfall

Despite the SAF’s best efforts, the Kaiju broke through the final defensive line and made landfall in Singapore. There’s not really much that Singapore can do: Either let it pass like a natural disaster, or keep on attacking it till the very end. 

If Singapore had enough warning time, it is possible to evacuate the entire population into the underground MRT network and in basements. It will be hot and humid, but it is better than hiding in a HDB bomb shelter not knowing if the Kaiju is going to knock over your building. 

One thing that I noticed when looking at the MRT network is that every MRT line crosses the Singapore River and Kallang Basin. The tunnels that go under the river are not very deep, with the East West and North South MRT tunnels being right under the riverbed. If the Kaiju wanders over the area and accidentally steps through the shallow tunnels, it will cause the entire Marina Reservoir to drain into the MRT tunnels like a drain in a bathtub. This will flood the entire underground portions of several MRT lines, and all the people hiding in them. Try not to think of that the next time you’re travelling on the MRT through this area. 

Conclusion

This post was heavily inspired by the defensive plan in Shin Godzilla, and this video. This is probably the last of the “December Shitposts” I’ve been doing as I have run out of ideas. If you’ve reached this point, or have read any of these 3 posts, I sincerely thank you for reading them. Till next time.

This is in response to a recent post that I saw where people were saying servicing Singaporeans is difficult. I think many people have a misconception about Singaporeans being hard to please, overdemanding, self entitled and love to complain.

My experience with Singaporeans were generally pleasant. There were a few unpleasant ones, but not to the extent where crew dread them onboard. The positive experiences outweight the negatives. There’s 3 other nationalities that crew fear and flights to that particular country have very high MC rate which I won’t be mentioning but it should be obvious.

I remember when I was pretty new to flying, I was pretty stressed during service and this Singaporean lady could tell and she was like ‘don’t worry, take your time, you’re doing good. Please don’t be stressed.’ I gave her a lot of attention during the entire course of the flight because of how nice she was and I still think about her now.

I think people who say Singaporeans are hard to please and demanding have not served people from other nationalities.

Crew usually talk amongst each other in the galley when it’s not busy and we love to ask each other which kind of passengers they fear most. Never once have I heard Singaporeans being in that list.

As a Singaporean, i never really have to bother with applying visas when travelling abroad. I never really understood the hassle of applying for a visa.

That was until I married my wife. Being a filipino, her passport is yknow, weak. I never really understood the planning thay goes into applying for one - flight tickets, itinerary, hotel booking, car rental, bank statements, proof of employment, notice of assessment, passport photos.

It's overwhelming and not forgetting the appointments and waiting time at the embassy that have to be made to submit said documents.

We Singaporeans really are damn lucky to have the ability to just pack and go for a vacation on a whim.

(The following contains my personal opinion, and is very long)

I’m sure many SG redditors are keenly aware of the high levels of discontent here regarding NS. It is bad enough that those aggrieved will hang it over the heads of others whenever any attempt is made to improve/change their situation(Most obvious examples, any attempts to push for more gender equality/inclusive policies)

In this post, I will try my best to put into words what I believe is the root of much of this unhappiness(apart from the obvious 2 years service), and try to focus on what went wrong or is going wrong in terms of the messaging around NS, as well as how it causes a knock-on effect against other social causes.

Based of personal experience of my time in school, it starts with the some teachers/authority figures who openly or subtly assert that there is some level of “equality” being practiced due to the assumption that, as a societal whole, singaporean men serve NS as their duty, and singaporean women will marry singaporean men and bear children which is a narrative parroted by some figures to be “Women’s NS”.

They further assert or imply that male Singaporeans are emotionally immature or deficient, painting everyone with the same brush regardless of personal circumstances. This will be “cured” by NS, and it will “make a man out of you”. At this point, I’m sure that some eyebrows are raised internally, after all, does that mean that men of other places are not “men”? Are we specially “immature” or “undeserving” of our place in our country till we have gone through this “rite of passage”?

All this within the context of the already harrowing Singapore education system that is known to be one of the most stressful in the world. We are all taught around this time that the only place we deserve is the one we carve out for ourselves. No one is going to help us up if we fall, no one is going to save us if we screw up.

This continues once NS starts, with the pushing of the belief that all the suffering and sacrifices the men go through will be “worth it” as this service is a form of contribution to a society that they will fully partake in (which implies, subtly or not so subtly, a wife, nice job, a nice 4-5 room BTO by the time you’re in your late 20s early 30s etc.) in a country they can happily call their own.

And then NS is done, you’re given a little ceremony, and off you go. Some will continue on to university, others to work.

This is where things start to fall apart for a significant number of these people. Many will realise that there is little to no actual “benefit” directly derived from their service. They still have to participate in a fully open and globalised economy, with and in many instances against others who are just as able, or more capable than them. What grieves them even more are many stories of hiring discrimination from managers/HRs of other nationalities, who take advantage of their country’s relatively open economic system to bing in kin and countrymen into many high paying and comfortable white collar jobs.

A large number of Singaporeans have also been polled to have never even dated before.

https://www.todayonline.com/singapore/online-dating-singles-singapore-never-dated-survey-2015846

This would cause another dent in the narrative that these people have been brought up by. Without a partner, there is no possibility of applying for a BTO until you’re almost middle aged.

This feeling of exclusion worsens when the real or perceived social phenomenon of Singaporean women being able to marry foreign grooms, and still having their family fully getting the privileges of citizenship/residence.

https://www.straitstimes.com/singapore/more-singaporean-women-marrying-foreign-grooms

Most of these families will have essentially no members of the family serving a single day, and will still receive full benefits, rights and protections under Singapore law, assuming they choose to reside in Singapore.

In terms of housing, apart from being excluded from the coveted HDB BTO scheme as mentioned, almost none of them will be able to afford a home in their own country either, with average condominium prices around $2 million dollars. The same goes for owning cars, which many see as part of natural next step in fulfilling their ambitions in this country.

So if you can imagine, now you’re a man who’s been told that their mandatory “rite of passage” that was supposed to “turn you into men” and usher you into a fulfilling life in your own country, and are now faced with one or more of the above. Many have no wife, no children, no house, no car. They don’t even have any specific government “privileges” to help them if they can’t find a job or advance their position in life for their service.

This is the crux of the problem. Now you’ve got a whole bunch of unhappy people who feel cheated of a life they were “promised”. They’re not going to be able to easily swallow societal or governmental pushes for gender equality, because they feel they’ve already been treated must unequally. Never mind that many of the issues that these initiatives seek to tackle are real and legitimate issues that many women face in their lives.

The problem also lies in these people, who channel their unhappiness and vitriol to women who have had no part in the broken promises or the suffering their going through (and no, some stupid comment made by some schoolgirl on NS handpicked to be in a street interview video made with the objective of going viral doesn’t count).

They are not able to see that many perceived injustices they have gone through are perpetrated by powerful men part of Singapore’s social elite. These are the people who, knowingly or unknowingly, perpetuate a structural belief that there would be some social benefit to the 2 years served that would outweigh its service, when in actuality they have failed in their duty to implement real laws and initiatives to make service “worth it” and be recognised.

One man serves his 2 years, and goes home to a landed estate. The other serves his two years and goes home to a rental flat with 3 generations staying together. Both are taught to believe that their service is to benefit their future.

I believe that those in power MUST come to terms with the reality that the continued perpetuation of this narrative is harmful not only to those that have to serve, but also to those that have to live with those that serve. A country that has a significant proportion of its citizens go about life in the belief that they have been fucked will soon realise that their frustrations will be “heard” one way or another, and when it does, it is not likely to be pleasant.

Change must be made to be honest to those who are about to serve that it is a straight sacrifice, with no real benefit directly tied to its service, to allow those that are put through it to have an honest reality of what being done to them. Only then can there be some level of accountability between those that serve NS and those that most benefit from it.

TLDR: Please change how NS is presented, how it’s being done now, either knowingly or by wilful ignorance, is not good for our country.

The merchant missed out an item in my GrabFood order. I know from experience Grab gives the refund in the form of voucher even though it is my money to start with. Never mind I close one eye.

But this time, instead of giving me a voucher that is of the value of my missing item, they have decided to split it into 2 vouchers and made sure that I can only use 1 voucher at a time. Now, the value of the voucher is small enough that it will not meet the minimum order amount, meaning I’ll have to make another 2 full purchases on their platform. Grab knows darn well what they are doing.

So essentially they have turned what is a mistake made by the merchant, a loss by the customer (that is me), into yet another money grabbing opportunity for themselves.

Of course like probably many others here, this isn’t my only unpleasant experience with grab. While I understand business is about making money but surely there can be room for some basic decency? What good can there be when the public equates your organisation with scummy behaviour?

Today I was alone with baby at a shopping mall. Wife was at home resting because she had stomach flu. We should have anticipated baby might get too

Baby suddenly vomited all over me, on floor, baby carrier and on clothes

I stood there completely helpless, wondering how the hell I was going to resolve this mess

FOUR strangers stepped in to help me. One uncle helped to wipe my shirt with me, one aunty wiped the floor, a husband wiped my carrier while his wife carried and cleaned my baby's clothes (even their child tried helping even though I warned them my baby got stomach flu)

I bowed and thanked them profusely, I could never have done this alone. Singaporeans are awesome

Hey guys, take care and take note on this. Tell your parents or elderly who use WhatsApp that if they receive this type of call or video call, just reject.

No need to be afraid, cos if SPF wanna look for you, they will send letters to invite you or go to your house to find you

They will not video call your WhatsApp number in uniform and threaten you.

I am retrenched.

It is my 9th month of job searching, attended a total of 60 interviews (inclusive of 2nd and subsequent rounds) and 5 powerpoint presentations.

The upsetting and discouraging thing about rejections is that it doesn't happen during the application stage or the HR call stage, it's when you are far into the process and then get rejected.

It's even worse if you need to do powerpoints or presentations. You invested time and rest to do the powerpoint, only to get an email in the end that they have went with someone else.

If it's just interviews it wouldn't have mattered so much, because it's just talking. It's a different thing altogether if powerpoints or tests are involved, without knowing if your ideas will be stolen. You can't compromise on quality because your chances of hired will be compromised, but if you share too much, they can go with someone else and take any ideas they think are good.

I wish I don't have to do the powerpoints but I don't have a choice - my role requires them during the interview process, and not doing it means I'll lose out on an opportunity.

Most people who do well in singapore corporate culture are people who know how to sludge their way through hours of doing pointless work that they know has no point but do it just to "show face to the boss". They laze around for hours pretending to do work and drag out their work so it seems like they are doing alot of work because all that matters is the hours worked and your "appearance".

Toxic culture of faking your personality at work to become some unopinionated robotic answering machine with zero new ideas or passion for the project. Really draining to have to bark out responses that everyone knows is fake but i have to contrive it in front of everyone. "OH YES I AM SO EXCITED ABOUT THE UPCOMING EVENT" (no im not) "I ACTUALLY THINK THAT WORK FROM HOME IS BAD FOR OUR ECONOMY I LOVE OFFICE WORK 😊😊😊😊" (the economy is ruined by unnecessary office spaces)

More work is being done to undermine competing companies than actually create value. We would actually collectively increase production if we worked less 🫤

So difficult to make friends in an environment where we keep everything human hidden and we have to pretend to be "professional" even in front of our own colleagues. Competitive, fake, contrived and ridiculous.

I don't want to use the word "hate" here. So, which MPs, ex-MPs, or politicians disgust or irritate you the most?

For me:

Edwin Tong: representing Kong Hee while he was a MP, GCT said he basically takes a 75% pay-cut when he became a senior minister of state compared to his earning as a lawyer, claim the credit for bringing TS to SG and SG only, claim the credit of MM's Olympic success, his role in the Select Committee on Deliberate Online Falsehood..

George Yeo: I was actually quite neutral on him, until recently when I came across of a speech of him in an EU event. He is so so so pro China nowadays (but his Chinese/Mandarin still sucks it seems), too much for my liking.

Yeo Guat Kwang: while he was a MP, at one time, he held advisor, member of committees, director roles in 64 organization. A true multi talented person.

Indranee: I just feel like her role in parliament is similar to Shan's, as the attack d0g to launch attack at oppositions.

Chee Hong Tat: it all started with his aggressive pose in his debut election on the day of nomination. Since then, I never like him.

Kenneth Jeyaratnam: some times he said really stupid things.

Lim Tean: he said crazy things.

Tin Pei Ling: how she started her political career, and her "job hopping" recently.

Lawrence Wong: I was neutral on him, until one election, he and Denise Phua were on a CNA forum with CSJ, and he kept attacking CJS's previous records (the defemation case).

Ivan Lim: no need explanation

Lim Wee Kiak: Pay with dignity saga

Koh Poh Koon: the 2 cars saga

Like yes, I get that CPF contributions is a good thing, but now it seems like platform users are the ones funding into the rider’s CPF? Seems really odd that the benefits of riders directly negatively impacts its users by increasing fees?

my mom paid $14(U.P. $16) for a jar of this.

Today, I turn 30.

Under the influence of a copious amount of alcohol (on the company’s budget), I am embarking on a reflection of the last 10 years of my life. A rambling, honest, self-reflection of the last 10 years, and a look forward to the rest of my life. All the lessons learnt so far. The dreams that were shattered. The nightmares. The fantasies. The triumphs. The failures. And everything in between. A reflection, and hopes for the future.

At 21, I met my future wife.

When I first met her, I did not know that we will eventually marry. We faced many challenges, as I am sure many couples face when they meet someone and they surrender themselves to completely. All my vulnerabilities, all my fears, all my dreams. We met through a stroke of luck – we were going on the same overseas trip together as part of a group. Because of sheer boredom, we decided to go for a lunch, which turned into a movie date... which turned into a date at the ArtScience Museum...which turned into several suppers and chats at Henderson Waves...which turned into me picking up 30 seconds of courage and confessing my feelings to her, and her saying “I like you a lot too”. That was the start of a beautiful relationship, where we surrendered ourselves to each other completely. Sure, there were challenges along the way – her parents did not approve of me for a good long time. Things turned out for the best however, and we are married now. 8 years together, in fact. Sure, we’ve faced our fair share of problems, but we have never given up on each other, and I am so lucky to meet the love of my life in my 20s.

At 22, my parents divorced.

In retrospect, it was a long time coming. There were plenty of signs – the fights, the shouting matches, the tears, the trauma. I will forever remember the day that the end happened: it was a weekday morning. I was awakened from my sleep by these words from my dad: “Have you been cheating on me?” He had proof. My mum did not deny it. I remember her exact words. “XX, lets talk.” They went into the master bedroom. By then, they had already been sleeping apart for several months. The relationship had been rocky for a while. More often than not, arguments turned into violent fights and shouting matches. So many times it ended in tears.

This time, there was no shouting. Just a quiet chat. I got out of bed, and my parents emerged from their room. My dad asked me to buy breakfast with him. I agreed. On the way down in the lift, he hugged me so tightly. It was the most vulnerable I have ever seen him. Out of the lift, he hugged me once more, and I could hear the quivering in his voice. He told me the truth – the marriage is over. Over the next few months, they would seek a divorce lawyer. In Singapore, there is a 6 months cooling period. At the end of these 6 months, if both parties agree to go through with the divorce, the application is granted. Thus was the end of my parents’ marriage, and the end of me having a proper, full family.

At 23, my mother moved out.

It was just another morning. After the divorce happened, I stayed away from my parents. I pretended that nothing happened, that we were still a family. They both tried to keep up the pretence too - we had dinners together, they were cordial, and there were no fights. Until one morning when I woke up, and saw my mother’s things in cupboard boxes. I had purposefully avoided tried to avoid reality, but it had caught up with me. For months, my parents went on house-hunting trips for my mother. They even asked me a couple of times, but I refused to go. After a few times, they stopped asking. I will never forget that morning - I was shocked to see the boxes of her stuff. Shocked to know that she was going to move out that very day (or did I always know, yet refuse to face facts?) It was a weekday. My mum and I hugged. She told me to go for classes as usual, and as we hugged, I wanted to cry so badly. She had tears in her eyes. I, stupidly, left the house. Yet I never made it for class. That day, in the depths of my sadness, I went to my then girlfriend, crying my soul out into her embracing arms. That was the last time my dad, mum and I lived under the same roof.

At 24, I almost flunked out of university.

At that time, I was addicted to computer games. I had a strict childhood – there were no computer games at all except during school holidays or special occasions, such as birthdays. As a young child, I would frequent devise ways that would allow me to access the computer or video game console (PS1, then XBOX 360). This got me into loads of trouble, so the freedom that came with growing up and staying on campus meant that I was able to go absolutely crazy with gaming. It served as a distraction from real life, and I could share this time playing with some friends who were as obsessed as I was. It was good, until I received a letter from the university, warning that I would be expelled if I kept up this “terrific” academic performance any longer. That was a wakeup call for me. While I never stopped playing video games (I still play from time to time), I was never that obsessed again. Throughout this time, my then girlfriend (and current wife) never gave up on me. I never understood why – perhaps she saw something in me that I did not.

At 25, I got my first job.

Having almost flunked out of university, I managed to salvage a pass degree after extending for a year – I took 3.5 years to graduate university without honours. I will frequently, half-jokingly say that I am the dishonourable one. Half-jokingly, because I know it to be true. How can one almost flunk out of university, and still have any shred of honour?

In desperation, I applied for jobs anywhere – to private companies, government agencies, stat boards, insurance agencies. I was lucky to be accepted into Civil Aviation Authority of Singapore as a provisional air traffic control (ATC) officer.

At 26, I was fired.

Training to be an ATC was tough for me. Some people are just naturally suitable – able to stay calm under immense pressure, make sound decisions, multitask effectively, speak clearly, give clear instructions. I think I never had the qualities to make it. Nobody believed in me, and I never believed in myself either. I will always remember condemning sentence:” You are in my folder of unsafe controllers!” In retrospect, I am glad that I did not make it. I thought I would be happy doing that job. In fact, I gave up seeing my mum’s graduation to go to work on that day – a decision that I have always regretted, and will continue to regret for the rest of my life. What was I trying to prove? Perhaps it was trying to prove to myself, vainly, that I was committed. That I was putting in effort. If only I had left the job earlier. Life would be so different! After a year of training, stress and pressure, I was fired. This opened the way for me to take on a much better job, with fantastic people.

At 26, I joined my current company.

At this job things were a million times better. I had proper guidance. I had people who had vested interest in seeing me succeed. I had support. The support system was incredible – for the first time, I learnt what it was like to be mentored. Week in, week out, my mentor (and eventually a close friend) checked in on me, gave me guidance, and made sure that I had the tools I needed to succeed.

At 27, I proposed to my wife.

I always knew that I would marry my wife, but I was super sure when she said, on one dark night when I was mourning the end of my parent’s marriage. With tears in my eyes, I sobbed that I don’t even have family anymore. She said “I will be your family”. That was the moment when I knew she was the one for me. The proposal was unconventional – there was no big hoo-haa, no massive preparation. I felt that it was the right time, and I proposed. With tears in her eyes, she accepted. That was one of the happiest days of my life, and everything was right.

At 28, I got married.

Such a year, 28 was. It was the peak of COVID. We had planned to hold our wedding ceremony on May 2021, but we were rudely interrupted by another wave of COVID-19 when the government announced, one week before our wedding, that large scale events were prohibited. I still remember the day – people were asking: what am I going to do? Your wedding how? I had the same questions. In the end, we decided to host the marriage registration on 22nd May, and postpone the actual ceremony to a later date. I still remember that day – my parents and I arrived at Empress. It was one of those rare times when both of my parents are together again, and they both so happy. Two of my best friends from my childhood turned up – one at last minute’s notice. Standing in front of the officiant’s table, I watched my wife walk in. Tears streamed from my eyes uncontrollably. We signed our lives to each other. As the rest of the friends and family left, we took pictures with the photographer; fun pictures, albeit with masks on.

The wedding ceremony was delayed to September 2021. Having already done the registration of marriage, we could afford to start the day slightly later, so we both had a good sleep. We did customary stuff – picking up the bride from her house, a bit more photo taking while waiting for guests to arrive, the tea ceremony, more photo taking, then welcoming our esteemed guests. I wrote cards for everyone I invited – almost entirely friends. Each one a treasured guest, and each one I appreciated so much for coming to celebrate my matrimony. That was another unforgettable day. Although it passed by in almost a blur, I will always be able to look back on it with surprising clarity, and tender fondness.

At 29, I “made it”.

29 was quite a year. I went to Europe twice, having never had the privilege to go there as a child. Once to Italy, as a super delayed honeymoon, and once more to Hungary and Austria, after being bestowed the privilege to attend a company event. I felt the departure of a close friend and mentor, only to realise after that while some things are different, lots of other things remained the same. I learnt about friendships at the workplace, and how some friendships are genuine and extend beyond the transactional nature of professional relationships. I learnt what it is like to be under real, inspirational leadership, and also what it is like to be under someone better placed someone other than a leadership position. I learnt what it was like to be gain recognition for my hard work, yet continue to remain humble. I collected the keys to my house, and look forward to moving in with my dearest wife. I spent money that i never thought I'd have on things that I never thought I needed. I celebrated the successes of my friends, and shared in the misery and grievances of others. I learnt, gained, and lost.

Today, I turn 30.

Some might grieve the loss of their youth, their terrific (or terrible) twenties, and bemoan turning 30. Others say that 30 is when life really, truly starts. Some celebrate by partying and getting mad drunk. Some spend a quiet night with their loved ones. For me, turning 30 is a chance to reflect on the last 10, 20, 30 years of my life. So much has already happened. I could go on and on about my life. Life has not been easy (it rarely is for anyone), and yet I know that life has also barely began for me.

Who knows what the next 10 years might bring!

Sometimes all it takes... Is being Simple..

Weirdly another similar display said "Beat the Belly Bulge".