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These are the fucking stupid sinkies who are too comfortable for too long, until the 5Ds start to creep up on you irreversibly.
5Ds -
debts
divorce
depression
destitution
death
https://forums.fuckwarezone.com.sg/...stepping-down-time-for-new-direction.7082980/
I never thought I’d find myself here, standing at the crossroads of a decision I never questioned before. For years, I voted for the People’s Action Party (PAP) because it was what everyone around me did. They built this country, they gave us stability, they gave us progress—or so I thought. But as the years passed, the cracks began to show, and now I can’t ignore them anymore.
Look around. The Singapore we once knew feels like it’s slipping away. I see it in the faces on the MRT, in the crowded streets, in the workplaces that no longer feel like ours. Don’t get me wrong—foreigners aren’t the enemy. They’re just trying to make a living, like we are. But when most jobs seem to go to them while locals are left struggling to keep up, something doesn’t sit right. I’ve seen friends, hardworking Singaporeans with families to feed, lose out on opportunities they’re more than qualified for. Why? Because it’s cheaper to hire someone from overseas. And here we are, born and raised in this country, becoming foreigners in our own home.
And the cost of living—it’s suffocating. A trip to the supermarket feels like a balancing act between necessity and affordability. Prices go up, and we’re told to tighten our belts. But how much tighter can we go before we can’t breathe? Housing prices are through the roof, electricity bills are rising, and even a simple meal feels like a luxury these days. They say they’re helping, but what help do we actually feel? The subsidies, the rebates—they’re drops in an ocean of rising costs. Meanwhile, the ones in power sit comfortably, disconnected from the daily struggles of people like you and me.
I’ve started to ask myself: Are they still listening to us? Do they even care? When was the last time we saw real change that felt like it was for us, the ordinary Singaporeans? It’s easy to get caught up in the fear that’s been ingrained in us—that without them, everything will fall apart. But is this stability if it comes at the cost of our livelihoods, our dignity, our future?
For the first time in my life, I’m thinking of voting differently. Not because I want chaos or because I dislike the country, but because I love it too much to watch it go down this path. Voting for the opposition isn’t about tearing down what’s been built—it’s about holding those in power accountable. It’s about sending a message that we’re not blind, that we see the struggles around us, and we deserve better.
If you’ve ever felt the pinch of rising costs, the sting of losing out on a job, or the frustration of feeling unheard, think about it. Our votes are the only voices we have. If we keep giving it blindly to the same people, nothing will ever change. I’m not saying the opposition is perfect, but sometimes, change starts with a simple act of courage. Maybe it’s time we take that step.
5Ds -
debts
divorce
depression
destitution
death
https://forums.fuckwarezone.com.sg/...stepping-down-time-for-new-direction.7082980/
I never thought I’d find myself here, standing at the crossroads of a decision I never questioned before. For years, I voted for the People’s Action Party (PAP) because it was what everyone around me did. They built this country, they gave us stability, they gave us progress—or so I thought. But as the years passed, the cracks began to show, and now I can’t ignore them anymore.
Look around. The Singapore we once knew feels like it’s slipping away. I see it in the faces on the MRT, in the crowded streets, in the workplaces that no longer feel like ours. Don’t get me wrong—foreigners aren’t the enemy. They’re just trying to make a living, like we are. But when most jobs seem to go to them while locals are left struggling to keep up, something doesn’t sit right. I’ve seen friends, hardworking Singaporeans with families to feed, lose out on opportunities they’re more than qualified for. Why? Because it’s cheaper to hire someone from overseas. And here we are, born and raised in this country, becoming foreigners in our own home.
And the cost of living—it’s suffocating. A trip to the supermarket feels like a balancing act between necessity and affordability. Prices go up, and we’re told to tighten our belts. But how much tighter can we go before we can’t breathe? Housing prices are through the roof, electricity bills are rising, and even a simple meal feels like a luxury these days. They say they’re helping, but what help do we actually feel? The subsidies, the rebates—they’re drops in an ocean of rising costs. Meanwhile, the ones in power sit comfortably, disconnected from the daily struggles of people like you and me.
I’ve started to ask myself: Are they still listening to us? Do they even care? When was the last time we saw real change that felt like it was for us, the ordinary Singaporeans? It’s easy to get caught up in the fear that’s been ingrained in us—that without them, everything will fall apart. But is this stability if it comes at the cost of our livelihoods, our dignity, our future?
For the first time in my life, I’m thinking of voting differently. Not because I want chaos or because I dislike the country, but because I love it too much to watch it go down this path. Voting for the opposition isn’t about tearing down what’s been built—it’s about holding those in power accountable. It’s about sending a message that we’re not blind, that we see the struggles around us, and we deserve better.
If you’ve ever felt the pinch of rising costs, the sting of losing out on a job, or the frustration of feeling unheard, think about it. Our votes are the only voices we have. If we keep giving it blindly to the same people, nothing will ever change. I’m not saying the opposition is perfect, but sometimes, change starts with a simple act of courage. Maybe it’s time we take that step.
