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A Complete Guide to Kiya Learning’s Science Exam Preparations in Singapore

Preparing for science exams can be a daunting task, but at Kiya Learning, we provide students with the tools, resources, and support they need to excel in Physics, Chemistry, and Biology across all levels, from Secondary School to Junior College. Our expert tutors, personalized programs, and strategic exam preparation approach ensure that students are confident and well-prepared for key exams such as the PSLE, O Levels, and Junior College exams.

The Importance of Science Exam Preparation

In Singapore’s highly competitive education system, scoring well in science subjects is crucial for academic success. Strong science foundations not only open doors to higher education but also provide essential skills for many future careers. However, mastering subjects like Physics, Chemistry, and Biology requires not only a deep understanding of the concepts but also strategic exam preparation to meet the specific demands of the Singaporean education system.

Key Features of Kiya Learning’s Science Exam Preparations

Comprehensive Coverage of Subjects:

Physics: From understanding basic mechanics to mastering electromagnetism and quantum theory, we cover all major topics required for O-Level and Junior College exams.

Chemistry: Our chemistry tuition focuses on core topics such as atomic structure, chemical bonding, stoichiometry, and organic chemistry.

Biology: Covering cell biology, genetics, human anatomy, and ecology, our biology lessons are designed to help students excel in both theory and application-based questions.

Tailored Exam Preparation for Different Levels:

PSLE Science Preparation: For Primary 6 students, our PSLE Science tuition focuses on building strong foundational knowledge, with an emphasis on problem-solving skills and conceptual understanding. We prepare students to handle both multiple-choice and open-ended questions, while familiarizing them with common PSLE question types.

O-Level Science Tuition: The O-Level curriculum can be challenging, but our tutors help students break down complex scientific concepts into manageable parts. We provide thorough exam preparation in Physics, Chemistry, and Biology, with special attention to practical skills, theoretical understanding, and the specific demands of the O-Level exam format.

Junior College Science (A-Level): Our Junior College programs for A-Levels focus on the higher-order thinking and problem-solving skills required to excel in Physics, Chemistry, and Biology. We help students tackle challenging A-Level content, including data analysis, practical exams, and long-form essay questions.

Exam Preparations: Patterns, Strategies, and Mock Tests

Understanding the Exam Pattern: Kiya Learning emphasizes the importance of knowing the structure of each exam. Our lessons are designed around the exam patterns, ensuring students are familiar with the format, timing, and types of questions they will encounter.

Multiple-Choice Questions (MCQs): We train students to approach MCQs strategically, ensuring they can eliminate wrong answers quickly and maximize their chances of scoring.

Structured and Open-Ended Questions: Whether it’s a long-form question in Physics or an experimental design question in Chemistry, we teach students how to structure their answers effectively, focusing on clarity, accuracy, and conciseness.

Strategic Revision and Practice:

Topic-Wise Revision: We provide targeted revision plans that focus on high-weightage topics while reinforcing weaker areas.

Mock Tests and Timed Practice: One of the best ways to prepare for science exams is through mock tests. At Kiya Learning, we offer full-length, timed mock exams that simulate the actual test experience. These tests help students build exam-day stamina and improve their time management skills.

Error Analysis: After each mock test, students receive detailed feedback and analysis of their mistakes. This helps them identify recurring errors and rectify them before the actual exam.

Key Benefits of Kiya Learning’s Science Tuition Programs

Experienced Tutors: Our tutors are highly qualified and have extensive experience preparing students for the PSLE, O Levels, and A Levels. They are well-versed in the syllabus and exam requirements, providing valuable insights and tips.

Customized Learning Plans: We recognize that each student has different learning needs. Our programs are tailored to address individual strengths and weaknesses, ensuring that each student receives personalized attention.

Interactive and Engaging Learning: We use innovative teaching methods, including virtual labs, interactive quizzes, and collaborative discussions, to make science engaging and understandable.

Stress-Free Learning Environment: We foster a supportive learning environment where students feel encouraged to ask questions and clarify doubts, helping them approach their exams with confidence and less stress.

Regular Assessments: Our frequent tests and quizzes ensure that students stay on track and make steady progress throughout their preparation.

Why Choose Kiya Learning for Science Exam Preparation?

Kiya Learning is committed to providing high-quality education that equips students with the skills they need to succeed in their exams. Our science tuition programs not only focus on covering the syllabus but also instill critical thinking, time management, and exam-taking strategies. With Kiya Learning, students are not just prepared for exams—they are prepared for success in life.

If you are looking for expert guidance in Physics, Chemistry, or Biology and want to ensure your child is well-prepared for their upcoming science exams, join Kiya Learning today! Let’s work together to achieve academic excellence.

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Ever since she hit the mainstream internet in 2017 through her ever-popular YouTube channel, Chouka Aikawa has been fashion's favorite It girl. However, fashion isn't the only thing she's good at. She's a designer, a businesswoman, a former ballerina, and more recently, an idol. And she's taken the industry by storm. From her debut in the States to her debut in South Korea, Chouka has proven that she can really do it all, positioning her as the world's next pop princess.

𝜗𝜚 ... BASICS.

BIRTH NAME ... Aikawa Chouka

ENGLISH NAME ... Love Rose Antoinette Aikawa

BIRTHDAY ... March 14th, 1999

BIRTHPLACE ... Milan, Italy

HOMETOWN ... Kyoto, Japan // Azabu-Juban, Tokyo, Japan

ETHNICITY ... Japanese

NATIONALITY ... Italian-Japanese-American

𝜗𝜚 ... PHYSICAL.

HEIGHT ... 5'8" 1/2 (174 cm)

WEIGHT ... 119 lbs (53 kg)

BLOOD TYPE ... O

PIERCINGS ... N/A

TATTOOS ... N/A

FACE CLAIM ... Minatozaki Sana

𝜗𝜚 ... CAREER.

COMPANY ... Republic Records // Flowerbank Entertainment S.Berry Media

DEBUT DATE ... April 5th, 2024

YEARS ACTIVE ... 2024–present

FANDOM NAME ... Rosettes (로제트 // ロゼット)

COLORS ... #FFA3B9 // #FFFFFF

𝜗𝜚 ... BACKGROUND.

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ 🩰 … ONE. IF I WAS A RICH GIRL

Aikawa Chouka was born on March 14th, 1999 in Milan, Italy. And unlike most in her field, she was born into immense wealth and prestige. Her father, Aikawa Chujirō (also known as Michael Aikawa), is the current president and CEO of the Aikawa Group. Originally founded in 1969 as a technology conglomerate, the company sold its shares twenty years later for $20 billion, turning itself into a sprawling holdings company. Owning mostly luxury brands (including Versace), they also own multiple department stores in the United States such as Saks Fifth Avenue and Macy’s, and even Paramount. The Aikawa Group has been touted as the “Samsung of Japan,” and with a net worth of over $480 billion, the Aikawa family is the richest in the world.

Meanwhile, Chouka’s mother, Nakamura Aiko (also known as Liliane Aikawa) is an accomplished, London-born actress and designer, as the founder of luxury lifestyle brand Lily by Liliane, as well as a socialite, art dealer, and former model. Aiko was born into a family older and wealthier than her husband’s (or at least that would’ve been true in 1990), and is the only child of Nakamura Hiroaki, the president of the Nakamura Foods Company. Founded all the way back in 1909 (although the Nakamura family was rather high up in Japanese society generations prior), the food packing conglomerate is worth over $20 billion. Like her husband’s family, Aiko’s family also owns a department store, having acquired ownership of the Tokyu Department Store in 2009.

Obviously, Chouka grew up in the lap of luxury. Living in Milan for the first five years of her life, she attended a Japanese international school and learned her native language of Japanese, along with Italian and English. In 2004, Chouka and her family moved to Kyoto. And due to her family’s wealth, they would spend a lot of time moving.

During the summers of 2009 and 2010, they would live in three separate cities: Berlin, Amsterdam, and Paris. Starting in 2011, they would live in Singapore for a year. And finally, in 2015, the Aikawa family would move for the final time to the wealthy and fashionable neighborhood of Azabu-Juban in Tokyo. Chouka completed her final two years of high school there, and was involved in quite a few extracurriculars. She was a cheerleader, a member of her school’s tennis team, and she served as editor-in-chief of its newspaper club. Chouka would move again in 2016, but without her parents this time. She spent that winter at a boarding school in Switzerland, like most rich girls of her caliber.

By then, Chouka was a seasoned ballet dancer. At the age of three, she was placed in classes by her mother at the request of Chouka’s grandmother. She attended two separate ballet academies at some point: the Dutch National Ballet Academy and the Paris Opera Ballet. For years, Chouka believed that she would become the world’s next prima, but the universe had different plans.

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ 🩰 … TWO. DRESS TO IMPRESS

For the most part, Chouka’s childhood was normal. However, when you have a designer for a mother, you tend to get dragged to a whole lot of fashion shows. At the tender age of thirteen, she attended her first show for Dior. And it wasn’t just that, either. Chouka grew up watching her grandmother order couture from Paris and Milan, she would be gifted old pieces from her mother, and her father even gifted her Louis Vuitton for her tenth birthday. After that Dior show, however, Chouka’s entire world changed.

She became quite obsessed with fashion, and she would spend hours flipping through fashion magazines or rummaging through her mother’s closet. All the balls and launch parties and red carpet events that Chouka would attend with her family changed her outlook on fashion, and after she was scouted by a modeling agency at fifteen, her interest only grew. She attended Fashion Weeks in Tokyo and New York, and modeled for brands like Betsey Johnson.

Chouka kind of knew that her career as a model was temporary, though, and her “true calling” was a fashion designer or journalist (courtesy of her mother). With the rise of the beauty guru, Chouka’s interest in fashion blogs, and all the time she spent on Instagram, however, she decided that, instead, she would become social media famous.

In 2015, Chouka launched a blog of her own: Love Moda. This was unusual for her family, as like the real-life, Japanese rendition of the Young family from Crazy Rich Asians, they were notoriously private. They would sporadically appear in news articles, Aiko would give the occasional magazine interview solely for brand reasons or to promote a new project, and Chujirō mainly limited his media appearances to business publications. Obviously, though, Chouka had vastly different aspirations. Love Moda was mentioned in an editorial she did with Tatler, and that kind of exposure—plus the fact that she had money—made interest in her blog skyrocket. By 2016, it had amassed over 10,000 readers.

By the next year, Chouka had cemented herself as a somewhat of a “baby influencer.” Despite the invites to Paris fashion shows and the articles being written about her in Vogue, however, she was far from mainstream. Her small legion of fans wanted her to be, though. Chouka was asked to start a YouTube channel by one of them, and so on May 19th, 2017, she did.

Chouka was already a bit of a “micro-celebrity,” so by the summer, her sizable following had transferred to her new channel. Her YouTube gradually begin to grow larger than her blog as the beauty community gained traction themselves, and her status as the “Aikawa Group heiress” was definitely a selling point, alongside her feminine, “rich girl” fashion and peculiar accent. By the end of 2017, the brand deals were beginning to roll in, and everyone was gradually starting to know her name.

In early 2018, a particular video of Chouka’s suddenly went viral. What followed afterwards was the exact mainstream fame that she’d been looking for. She moved to Los Angeles from New York and was scoring ambassadorships with the likes of Kate Spade, Nina Ricci, and even Prada. She was getting invited to award shows, launch parties, and was a seasoned Fashion Week attendee at that point. And by 2019, Chouka blew up even further. She was named “fashion’s newest It girl,” she made her way into the acting industry, and it was pretty much impossible to escape her.

2018 was also a rather difficult year for her, though. At that point, Chouka had been a ballerina for sixteen years. But with her rising career online, she knew that she couldn’t pursue her lifelong dream of prima stardom without giving up her YouTube career.

Although ballet would always have a special place in her heart, her career aspirations had obviously changed. Even then, though, Chouka was still training, and she still wanted to attend another ballet academy. But balancing that and what clearly transformed from a hobby into her way of life was asking for too much. So that year, Chouka hung up her pointe shoes and bid goodbye to ballet. That decision was a difficult one, but it was probably for the best, as her career as an influencer has done more for her than a ballet career ever would. And there was still a whole lot more in store.

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ 🩰 … THREE. ALL THE INFLUENCE IN THE WORLD

Within the next five years, Chouka would grow to become one of the best fashion influencers on the planet, with 11 million subscribers, over twenty brand deals, and countless successful business ventures to her name. Even with a billion dollar bank account, though, she—like most influencers nowadays—couldn’t help but branch into the music industry.

In late 2023, Chouka suddenly signed to Republic Records, unexpectedly promising her fans a music debut by the next year. And on April 5th, 2024, she fulfilled her promise. Debuting with the single “Girls Don’t Cry,” her debut was a smash hit. Surprisingly, it was received far better than the music of other influencers, nearly becoming a No. 1 hit and turning Chouka into an up and coming pop princess. Months later, she signed to Flowerbank Entertainment, which was definitely... a choice. Chouka was pretty much the only active artist under the label, but her debut was still fully-funded and massively successful. However, she only had two full comebacks afterwards, before she jumped ship herself. Immediately after her departure, Flowerbank was no more.

In October 2024, Chouka founded S.Berry Media, her very own entertainment company. As of now, she's the only artist underneath the label, but like everything she touches, it could quickly grow into something much bigger. But with complete control over her career and a vision like no other, Chouka's not leaving the industry anytime soon.

Flowerbank Entertainment belongs to @pinkscaped // @venusvity ... 𝜗𝜚

[followurarts11]

Top Art Classes in Singapore

Top Art Classes in Singapore 

Top Art Classes in Singapore: Discover Creativity at Follow ur Arts Studio

Singapore is home to a thriving arts scene that nurtures creativity in both children and adults. Among the numerous art schools and programs in the city, one name consistently stands out: Follow ur Arts Studio. If you are searching for high-quality, engaging, and professionally guided art classes, then Follow ur Arts Studio is your destination. This article explores why Follow ur Arts Studio is among the top art classes in Singapore and how it is shaping the next generation of artists.

Why Art Education Matters

Art is not merely a hobby—it's a powerful tool for self-expression, cognitive development, and emotional well-being. Numerous studies have shown that art education improves focus, enhances problem-solving skills, and boosts overall academic performance in children. For adults, it offers a therapeutic outlet and a space to explore personal creativity. At Follow ur Arts Studio, these benefits are at the heart of their curriculum, making them a leader among the top art classes in Singapore.

Follow ur Arts Studio: A Hub of Artistic Excellence

What sets Follow ur Arts Studio apart is its commitment to quality education, guided by experienced instructors who blend classical techniques with modern creative practices. Whether your child is just starting to explore their artistic side or you’re an adult looking to refine your skills, Follow ur Arts Studio offers structured programs tailored to various age groups and skill levels.

From sketching and painting to mixed media and digital art, Follow ur Arts Studio provides a comprehensive range of classes that are both educational and enjoyable. This balanced approach is why many consider it one of the top art classes in Singapore.

Experienced and Passionate Instructors

A defining feature of Follow ur Arts Studio is its team of passionate, professionally trained instructors. Each member brings years of experience in both teaching and practicing art. Their goal is not just to teach techniques but to inspire creativity and build confidence in every student.

The instructors at Follow ur Arts Studio understand that every child is unique. Their patient and nurturing approach ensures that each student feels supported, encouraged, and free to express themselves creatively. This individual attention is another reason why Follow ur Arts Studio ranks high among the top art classes in Singapore.

Customized Programs for All Ages

Art education is not one-size-fits-all. Follow ur Arts Studio offers a range of tailored programs to meet the diverse needs of its students:

Kids' Foundation Program: Introduces basic art techniques and encourages imaginative exploration.

Intermediate Workshops: Designed for students with foundational knowledge looking to improve their skills.

Adult Classes: Focuses on refining technique, developing a personal style, and building portfolios.

Holiday Camps & Thematic Workshops: Perfect for school breaks, these sessions provide focused learning with fun themes.

Each program at Follow ur Arts Studio is crafted to provide a holistic art education experience, reinforcing its place among the top art classes in Singapore.

A Space Designed for Creativity

The physical environment of a studio significantly impacts the learning experience. Follow ur Arts Studio is designed with this in mind. The studio space is bright, spacious, and inspiring—an ideal setting for nurturing creativity.

With high-quality materials, state-of-the-art tools, and a peaceful ambiance, students at Follow ur Arts Studio can fully immerse themselves in the creative process. This conducive atmosphere is yet another reason why it is recognized among the top art classes in Singapore.

Proven Results and Happy Students

Success stories from students and parents speak volumes about the impact of Follow ur Arts Studio. Many young artists have gone on to win art competitions, secure scholarships, and gain admission to prestigious art institutions—all with the guidance of Follow ur Arts Studio.

Parents consistently praise the studio for its structured yet flexible programs, engaging teaching methods, and the visible improvement in their children’s confidence and skills. Testimonials reinforce the fact that Follow ur Arts Studio is not just an art school—it’s a transformative experience, placing it firmly among the top art classes in Singapore.

Embracing Modern and Traditional Techniques

Follow ur Arts Studio prides itself on offering a balanced curriculum that respects the classical roots of art while embracing contemporary practices. Students learn foundational skills such as perspective, shading, and color theory alongside newer methods like digital illustration and mixed media.

This combination ensures that learners receive a well-rounded education. By staying updated with global art trends while maintaining strong fundamentals, Follow ur Arts Studio continues to set the benchmark for the top art classes in Singapore.

Community and Collaboration

Art thrives in a collaborative environment. At Follow ur Arts Studio, students are encouraged to engage in peer learning, participate in group projects, and display their work in community exhibitions. These opportunities not only boost confidence but also foster a sense of belonging and teamwork.

Through seasonal art shows and parent-student showcases, Follow ur Arts Studio celebrates each artist’s journey, solidifying its reputation among the top art classes in Singapore.

Convenient Location and Flexible Schedules

Located in a central and easily accessible area, Follow ur Arts Studio is convenient for families across Singapore. The studio offers flexible scheduling options, including weekend and evening classes, to accommodate school and work commitments.

This convenience, coupled with exceptional instruction, makes Follow ur Arts Studio a top choice among the top art classes in Singapore.

Affordable Excellence

Despite offering high-caliber instruction, Follow ur Arts Studio remains committed to making art education accessible. With competitive pricing and value-packed programs, the studio ensures that quality art training is within reach for all.

This balance of affordability and excellence is why Follow ur Arts Studio consistently ranks among the top art classes in Singapore.

Why Follow ur Arts Studio Should Be Your First Choice

If you're looking for a place where creativity is nurtured, skills are honed, and every student is treated with respect and care, then Follow ur Arts Studio is the answer. With a proven track record, passionate educators, and a commitment to excellence, it’s no wonder that Follow ur Arts Studio is repeatedly listed among the top art classes in Singapore.

Choosing the right art class is an important decision. Whether you're a parent looking to enrich your child’s development or an adult seeking a creative outlet, Follow ur Arts Studio offers the perfect environment to grow and thrive as an artist.

Enroll Today

Don’t wait to unlock your or your child’s artistic potential. Join the community at Follow ur Arts Studio and experience why it’s celebrated as one of the top art classes in Singapore. Enroll today, and take the first step toward a more creative, confident, and colorful future.

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[nicegaai]

having beautiful visions of a story idea ive had for years but from a different characters perspective (moloss!a), making it feel shiny new and worth obsessing over again

what if molossias perpetual anger and facade of a personality was because of a gigantic inferiority complex (and struggling to understand his place in the world etc etc) and then he was forced to interact with actual nations physically his own age but in like , a subserviant role, like alfreds mostly forgotten errand boy -- and they are friendly but completely out of touch with what it means to be a micronation / theyve forgot what the early stages of nationhood are like after hundreds to thousands of years and they are like omggg dont worry youll keep growing :) youll live a long life :) and he is like haha. yeah maybe. and in the end a small group of them become friendLY or at least familiar but theres a fundamental disconnect and the real nations dont have much to gain from knowing him , its very much like a class difference that molossia has very little chance of overcoming. he will never be their equal and he has a slim chance of surviving longer than a humans lifespan or two. but what matters is there was some understanding there. some connection.

i want to write the molossia POV fic so bad but i need to do some research first because i have a very specific setting where this takes place. um

this is just my 2015core hype house AU again

and i need to binge a few episodes of whatever the paul brothers were up to , i think there was a tv show ... i need to watch it for research. becuase i think it would be insane if a bunch of teen nations were like. we're going to make a House of Nation Influencers. for social media purposes. alfred can we borrow your socal beach house pwease. .. .. and hes like holy shit thats the coolest thing ive ever heard please take my keys. im too busy to live there but let me cameo and plug my socials and u can do whatever u want.

and molossia and maybe slowjamastan are alfreds little , localish ambassadors. theyre like. 11 and 15. yes it would make more sense w like a california oc but

i like the micronatio s better than statetalia i have strong opinions on statetalia. the first opinion being i dont think there is One Guy Per State nor do i ever like Well There Could Be Two Guys In A State. i think there's regionals and tribes, and statetalias will die off in regional mergers when the spirit isnt strong or specific enough. and etc. theres a lore system in my head thats pretty poorly thought thru but i get worked up about anyway

in any case the micronations are super localized super specific phenomenons and i love them. they have a atrokg sense of identity for no real reason and they become distinct ppl way quicker than naturally forming identities.... and i think alfred kind of hates them for existing (extreme jealousy over his territory) but he tries not to be a total deadbeat dad and gives them a little attention when he remembers to.... i think the drama potential is juicy. america doesnt want to be cruel to molossia but he wishes he was never born. his little bastard son

i love hetalia molossia its an insane thing wrong w my brain. im such a micronation freak i adore them

oh right also the influencer wannabe house is flcused on the Teen Nation Friend Group kind of chrs ... hong kong iceland liechten seychelles ......... and others like singapore phillipines ... "teenager" is a pretty broad category in aphws but my vision is it began as a friend group doing a bit thing and then got out of hand with way too many ppl joining. it also falls apart. Badly.

and i always thought the scale of trying to turn Hypehousetalia into a fanfic would be too convoluted. like it would just be my 6 hr vid essay on the rise and fall of something that didnt happen. but if it was a framing device and background setting for molossias teen angst instead of the story itself that would be hilarious ............

[arlerts-angel]

hello mack! i hope i made it lmao im not good w physical desc but but js know that in this edit https://www.tumblr.com/aryomengrande/749530713692536832/keisukes-camera-roll-%E0%B4%A6-%E0%B4%A6-%E3%83%9E%E1%90%9F-cr-saecidal, thats me on the top, the photo in the middle and the one in the lower right, thats also me at the eras tour singapore 🤣

personality: very introverted. my mbti is intj-t. i don't entertain ppl if not necessary and usually keep to myself. i'm happy doing stuff alone. however, i'm actually a menace once i get comfortable lol. whatever stereotype you heard about being an eldest child, i fall in it—unhinged, hyperindependent, lots of trust issues, grew up quickly bc they had to raise their siblings, has a very difficult time asking for help, and etc. i have a bachelor's degree in biology and i was always the leader in our lab groupings (bc i'm reliable and i have like a million back-up plans bc i overthink a lot lmaooo) and was even the main author of our thesis and while i could've easily asked for help and my groupmates would've complied, i mostly refused bc i feel like it's like a testament to my shortcoming as a person/leader 😭 but will gladly accept help if it's offered 🥹🙏🏻. im not an overachiever, i js do what i can, i was always one of the tops in my class (top 8, 9, or 10). always nominated the class secretary bc my classmates think my handwriting is neat. i played lady capulet for theatre. im a three-time blood donor (cause i have the universal blood type hehe). my love language is acts of service. and you can ask all my buddies what their favorite trait of mine is, and their answer would be my loyalty. if you need me, i'll drop everything in a heartbeat if possible. i joined remedial classes (it was exclusive only to students struggling academically but still lol) bc my best friend who joined didnt know anyone there. my friends also go to me of they need real talk. rose-tinted glasses don't work on me—i will tell you as it is.

dislikes: physical or outdoorsy activities. i cycle 10 km a day and that's it for the day. once im lied/betrayed to, it's prob over. i loathe social gatherings. the first thing that comes to my mind when i see a cockroach is nuke the entire place.

interests: include mainstream pop music, but i really just listen to whatever spotify recommends. i love love horror movies. anything the horror genre has to offer. i love books, i love reading. ofc, drawing! both traditional and digital. i also love taking care of my son (my cat) lol i love sweets and my favorite dish is grilled tuna belly 🙏🏻

hope this is enough !! 😩💗

fandom: tokyo revengers

𝑰𝑻'𝑺 𝑨 𝑴𝑨𝑻𝑪𝑯!

RARA !!! i've matched you with baji for a couple of reasons! he would so appreciate your loyalty, and the two of you would bond over acting/theatre because baji is a good actor! i think baji would try to change your mind about physical activity (within reason) and show you how much fun you can have! he will absolutely try to be cute and show off to you, he loves a good adrenaline rush.

[yunhsuanhuang]

You Look So Good In Blue | Y.H. Huang

Inspired by Child Ballad 16.

When a teenage fling mutates into something vast and terrifying, two seventeen year olds at a certain mid-tier college in Singapore make a desperate plan to control their future, earn their parents' love (or at least respect), and get the hell out of this school for good.

i. the daughter

It's whispered in the kitchen, it's whispered in the hall

The broom blooms bonny, the broom blooms fair,

The king's daughter goes with child, among ladies all

And she'll never go down to the broom anymore.

It's whispered by the ladies one unto the other,

The broom blooms bonny, the broom blooms fair,

“The king's daughter goes with child unto her own brother–

And they'll never go down to the broom anymore.”

Sheath and Knife, Maddy Prior

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/r/sgacads

is st cecilia rly a pregnancy school?? [o levels]

/u/anxiousorange

hiii sorry for the 29583th school admissions post today lol but i just got my o level results back and they’re pretty ok ^_^ so i was thinking of going to st cecilia junior college since it’s near my house but the more i hear about it the more i want to reconsider… like apparently the people are very party type which is not really my thing?? and ofc everyones heard about how its got the highest pregnancy rate in sg o_0

is this true? or just say say one

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/u/academicweapon

As a SCian it’s not true LOL none of us get bitches

/u/theatrekidaf

skill issue

/u/sharpsdisposal

we’re too busy failing physics :/

/u/zombiegrave

q: how many scians does it take to change a lightbulb?

a: none. they like it better darker 

/u/aw_bass34

Q: What’s the only test SC girls can pass?

A: Pregnancy test :P

/u/gregorythomas91 [s]

Damn old rumour, probably from 1990s, 2000s around there. But it’s not really unfounded. Especially with what happened in 2008.

/u/anxiousorange

what happened? im scared lol

/u/gregorythomas91 [s]

You haven’t heard meh? It was a big deal back then, I'm shocked they've covered it up that well. Let me try and remember. 

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You never told me what really happened over those few blistering months in 2008, but I guess I wasn’t alone in that. Even when the newspapers shoved a mic in your face, even when you were being grilled by the lawyers, even when you were standing on that trap door, waiting for the drop– what really happened was a secret you’d bring to the grave.

So it’s all inference and extrapolation and linear correlation– sue me. How else am I going to make sense of that moment? How else do I come to terms with why you did what you did? Could I have known? Could I have stopped it? Was I even, when it came down to it, your friend– or was I just somebody who let you copy his lecture notes?

I don’t know. What I do know is this:

It was some mid-week mid-afternoon, indistinguishable from any other. The bell had just rung, and the whitewashed corridors were packed with sweaty kids rushing to PE, squeezing past those dragging their feet from class to class. We were part of the latter group, squinting against the September sun as we ambled across the quadrangle to home class. Above us, the school motto loomed in oversized light-blue letters: Remember you are in the presence of God. 

I was mentally calculating how long the Malay stall queue would be when you said, casual as always, “Eh, pass me your market failure notes later, can? I’m yellow-slipping after GP.”

I raised an eyebrow. You weren’t a stranger to leaving school early, but you’d been doing it more and more often lately, and at this point I hadn’t seen you stay for Shooting in ages. As your club captain, I was supposed to be concerned. As a friend– well, I was intrigued. Of course I’d heard the rumours, passed from homeroom to homeroom, Friendster account to Friendster account. Who in St Cecilia’s hadn’t?  “Is this related to whatever you and Camilla Wong have going on?” 

“Cam’s not my girlfriend,” you said, after a brief, completely unsuspicious pause.

I snorted. “She doesn’t let anyone in this school call her that but you, dumbass. ”

You ducked your head down to hide a smile, your dress-code fringe falling into your eyes. It was a strangely endearing habit. “Fine lah. We’re– seeing each other.” Then you continued, hurriedly, “But don’t let anyone else know, OK?”

“Fine, I'll write you off CCA for today. But don’t make it a habit, ar? Hold pen, not hold hand.” Despite myself, I grinned. Sure, the two of you made an unlikely couple. Wong was an ex-Convent girl and student councillor, all relentless energy and long hair tied so high it was prone to hit people when she spun, while the only time I’d ever seen you really alive was behind the barrel of an air pistol. Back then, I thought it was cute. Opposites attract– wasn’t that the backbone of any drama worth its salt?

I wouldn’t realise, until later, that despite how different the two of you appeared, at the core of it you were the same– pale and skinny and drowning in your school uniform, searching for exits the moment you stepped into a room. Always, always halfway out the door: of your school, of your body, of the life you knew.

But back then it was just a September afternoon, and we were only seventeen. You smiled back at me, all cheer, like you saw something I didn’t, like you saw something I never would.

-

In the end, though, this isn’t my story. This is yours. So let’s tell it your way.

-

The newly minted 1T26 trickled slowly from assembly into the classroom, chopeing the best desks and nervously rotating between the same few ice-breakers: orientation, secondary schools, O-Level points. As you entered, you cast a glance over the sea of blue pinafores and green pants. Still reeling from the sheer increase in the female population, you took a desk at the back, between the ancient, peeling noticeboard and the window looking out on the covered tennis courts. You were tall enough to see over all the heads, anyway.

Soon, your home tutor arrived, a round-faced lady toting an oversized Cath Kidston duffle bag, and wrote her name on the board in neat block letters: Mdm Alvares. The class stood to greet her, chairs scraping hurriedly against the linoleum. She beamed back, her smile all teeth, and was busy setting up the visualiser when the door slammed open.

The class spun in their seats. “Sorry,” the intruder sheepishly said, leaning against the doorframe. Some of her hair had fallen half-out of her high ponytail, her pinafore already wrinkled at the hem. A dusting of freckles covered her pink cheeks. 

Mdm Alvares squinted at the girl, then the laminated name list. “And you are?”

“Camilla Wong.”

Mdm Alvares looked out over the class, scanning the rows, and her eyes landed on an empty seat in the corner whose sole occupant was your beat-up Jansport. Realising where this was going, you sighed, putting your bag on the floor.

Camilla smiled, made her way in–

and put her bag down at another empty seat, half a class away.

–

There was nothing in this world you hated more than 4PM Maths lectures. That day the aircon was actually working, which you would normally have been grateful for, except for the fact that that sharp, recycled wind was blasting directly at the very back rows of LT5, right onto your face.

You were trying so hard to 1) figure out plane vectors and 2) stop yourself from getting hypothermia that you wouldn't be able to recall, later, the exact moment that Camilla fell asleep on your shoulder.

When you realised this, you froze. Oh, you thought, and didn't know what else to think. On one hand, it would’ve been so easy to wake her. Just a poke from your pen, and she would’ve jolted up almost instantly. On the other hand, though, her long eyebrows brushed against her freckled cheeks, and her chest rose and fell in these small, slight motions, and–

Before, you had only ever seen her as a baby-blue blur in the corners of your sight, always in motion even in the earliest of classes. But Camilla, asleep, tucked in the crevice between your shoulder and neck–it felt fragile, thrumming, tense. Like something made of glass, nestled gently in your hand, that it would only have taken a squeeze to splinter.

The next twenty-two minutes were the longest twenty-two minutes of your entire life so far. Even so, when the bell rang and Camilla pulled herself upright, you found yourself missing it already.

– 

After that, it was like a switch had been flipped in your brain. It was only then that you began to really Notice Camilla, capital N, italics. You noticed her with her head bowed in mass, noticed her shoving fishball noodles into her mouth at lunch, noticed her arguing with your classmates over technicalities in GP. But you noticed her the most in Monday zeriod house meetings, when the artificial grass glimmered with dew and the syrupy dawn light made the whole world seem like a Hollywood coming-of-age movie. You watched her toss her braids over her shoulder, wipe the pearls of sweat off her flushed face. Her red, red shirt rode up as she stretched, revealing a sliver of pale flesh above the waistband of her shorts–

It took until then for her to notice you Noticing. Her eyes flickered over to you, she winked, and blew a kiss. 

You felt as if you’d walked out onto the PIE and been hit by a truck. It was a wonder every single smoke alarm in the school didn’t go off right that moment–a cacophony of ringing like firecrackers all strung up, exploding pop-pop-pop from the foyer to the science block to the hostel. It swallowed every other sound, every other thought. Then she turned away, a grin still lingering on the corners of her lips.

–

During one of your lunch breaks, Camilla pulled you out of class. She had to ask you something about your PW survey, she said. As far as you were aware, you weren't in the same PW group. You knew this. She knew this. The entirety of 1T26 knew this, too, so you headed down to one of the wooden picnic tables underneath Block D, the one tucked beneath the staircase next to St Pat’s room. Both of you hovered awkwardly around the bench for a moment, doing the calculations in your head–how close to sit? What to say? You shifted from foot to foot.

All of a sudden, Camilla slammed her hand down on the table. You jumped. “Walao eh. I legit can’t do this anymore. Is this a Thing? Are we having a Thing?”

You swallowed, eyes darting.

“Make up your mind, sia.” She rolled her eyes, laughing under her breath. “St. Francis boys, I swear.”

“No, wait, yes–” The words spilled, embarrassingly and pitifully, out of your mouth. You feared you were not beating the all-boys’ school stereotypes that day. “I mean, I did, but, um–” Just stop, your brain chanted. What're you saying? You're only making it worse. Kill yourself. Kill yourself. Kill yourself.

“So that’s a yes,” Camilla said, and surged forward to shut you up herself.

–

The next thing you knew, you were stumbling into the stairwell together, the door banging noisily shut behind you. “Why–” Camilla started, and you said, “Nobody ever uses Staircase 6. Now come on.” You pushed her up against the curved concrete wall, not caring that the low ceiling scraped against your head. There was that wild, exhilarated look on her face again, like she still couldn’t believe that she was actually doing this. Beautiful, even in the dull grey light. Her nails dug crescents into your skin. 

The air was all heat, sweat, too much cherry blossom perfume. You worked at your tie–quicker than you’d ever been able to in all your years of schooling–as she undid the buttons on her uniform shirt, revealing the freckles that dusted her pale shoulders like so many stars. As you unbuckled her bra in one quick motion, she gasped, then giggled. “Damn, Yeoh. You’re good at this. Is there anyone you haven’t told me about?” 

In between kisses, you came up for air. You could've made a joke about not having many opportunities to practise in St Francis, but the real truth was that your desperation shocked even yourself– this wasn’t the careful boy that your pastors, parents, teachers, knew. Your heart threatened to burst from your chest like the bullet from a gun. For the first time in sixteen years, it felt– really felt– like you were fully alive.

“Just you, Cam.” You dipped back down. “Only you.”

ii. the yew tree

He's ta'en his sister down to his father's deer park

The broom blooms bonny, the broom blooms fair

With his yew-tree bow and arrow slung fast across his back

And they’ll never go down to the broom anymore.

You made close acquaintances with every dark corner of the school. When June came, you merely shifted your meeting points closer to home– behind heartland malls in Tampines or in the nooks and crannies of Cam’s sprawling landed estate along Cluny Road. Neither of you were sure, yet, if you were doing it Right– things like bubble tea dates, strolls in Botanics, or mugging in NLB (god, you should have been mugging, mid-years were in a week and neither of you had cracked a book). But if it wasn’t capital R Right, why did it feel like it was? You thought you had developed a case of myopia–Cam in focus, everything else blurred.

All that to say: the holidays were closer to ending than beginning when you and Cam found yourselves in an overgrown grassy patch tucked somewhere in between a storm drain and the wrought-iron back gate of some minister’s landed property. It had sounded a lot more romantic in theory, but the cloudless sky was the same powder-blue as your school uniforms, and the sun beat down like it had a personal vendetta against you. There was nothing much for shade except for a single banana tree, which you lay crumpled under, sweat-sheened and reddened. The last of the endorphins were beginning to wear off.

Cam’s ringtone cut through the air, a chiptune rendition of some Green Day song.  She sighed, then propped herself up on one elbow as she picked up her phone. Her hair was loose, cascading down her back like smooth dark water. You fought the urge to run your hands through it.

“Ba!” she chirped. The cheer didn’t show on her face. “Ba, of course I'm still at the library.  I’m with Lucia. Yes, Ba, I’m sure. Don’t call her, can?” She flinched as though she’d been slapped– a familiar, instinctual tic. “Sorry, sorry. I’ll study hard, I promise. Byebye.” 

She hung up and sighed, leaning backwards. “I think I’ll need to go soon.”

“Soon,” you promised. You were lying flat on the warm grass, arms crossed over your chest like you were about to be lowered into the grave. 

“Soon,” Cam repeated. “Fuck, I hate that we have to sneak around like this, sia. I keep thinking that he’s going to jump out at me from any corner, that any random passerby can tell I’m not where I’m supposed to be. It’s like this whole island has eyes, and maybe it does.” As she lay back down beside you on the grass, her oversized t-shirt–Camp Veritas Counsellor 2007–drooped down to reveal the blades of her shoulder, the ones you’d kissed just moments ago. Her voice lowered. “You know ah, the moment we get our A-Levels back, I’m getting out of this city. Australia, London, LA, anywhere. There’s nothing here for me.”

“No leh.” She can’t say that, you thought, pettily, awfully. She had a mansion and a scholarship and a real iPhone. She had the freedom to just leave. To go somewhere without worrying about the money. You had– what? Parents on the edge of divorce and a bankrupt family business? So much for inheritance. So much for a glorious kingdom. Then you had banished the thought from your head. “You have me.”

“I guess I do.” There was a pause. Then she asked, quick and soft and desperate: “Hey, if I asked you to do something, you’d do it, right?”

You reached over, squeezing Cam’s hand tight in yours. The leaves of the banana tree shivered. “I’d do anything for you,” you told her, and it was true. It was really true.

–

Your grades wobbled, then declined, then plummeted, and you found, to your surprise, that you couldn’t care less. You’d made a lot of bad decisions in your life. Try as you might, you couldn’t count Cam among them.

This, then, might have been why you were lying on your bedroom floor, squinting at your Nokia at four AM on a Monday morning. An empty can rolled lazily from your hand, on an epic journey across the glossy faux-marble floor. The house, for once, was still. Even your parents’ screams had petered off about an hour ago. The silver light from the HDB corridor fell through your windows in slits, providing just enough light for you to see the tiny phone screen. With the phone’s small buttons and your clumsy fingers, it took a long time for you to dial the number, but none at all for her to pick up. 

“Cam,” you whispered, “Want to see you.”

“Jesus, Yeoh, it’s a school night.” Her voice was gorgeous like this, low and blurred. She only ever used this voice with you: when her raw-bitten lips were pressed against your chest, your ear, your– You shifted. It didn’t help. 

“Cam, Cam, Camilla.” Her name rolled off your tongue like a litany, sharp and needy. “Can talk a while or not?”

“Are you drunk again?” she teased you. On the other end, her sheets rustled as she sat up.  Although you hadn’t ever been in her house before, you could reconstruct it well enough from the blurry webcam pictures she’d sent you: piles of assessment books, porcelain cross, ceiling fan. And she– beautiful, beautiful, feet kicked up against her headboard, black hair spilling over the flowery sheets, the smile evident in her voice. “Help lah. How–”

“Miss you,” you murmured, by way of an answer.

“I miss you too.” 

“Want to meet you. Want to talk to you.” Then, because you were three cans of beer deep and loved making (aforementioned) bad decisions, you charged on: “You and I, we never talk.”

“I know we haven’t met in a while. It’s not my fault I was sick–” Her voice wavered a little, then bounced back to its chirpy cadence. “But we talk all the time, though. We literally talked in class yesterday. I’m talking to you now.” Cam laughed. Her laugh still sounded to you like the first day of the month– every church across the island breaking into bellsong, light and birdlike in the hot blue air. It was cliché, you knew. You didn’t care. Perhaps you were in too deep to care.

“No,” you insisted, but you didn’t really know what you were saying, or why you were saying it at all. “We don’t.”

“We don’t,” she said, then fell silent.

The funny thing about the two of you was this: Over the past few months, you had seen each other stripped bare, worn to the bone with want, more times than you could count. But the both of you knew, all right, that there were things that you couldn’t– that you didn’t say. Things that were secret even to yourselves. The scars on your forearm, the bruises on hers, the way she looked at you when she thought your mind was elsewhere. Those three words, weightier than any false promise you’d whispered against each other’s skin.

“Staircase. Tomorrow. I need to tell you something.”

–

That night, you dreamt of flying.

You weren’t a bird, weren’t yourself– just bodiless, incorporeal, sweeping through the hallways of the college like a ghost. You phased through the auditorium doors to see the loose ceiling tile, the one that had been hanging over your heads like a guillotine all term, topple to the ground in one fantastic crash, sending students fleeing out the doors and into the foyer. You fled with them, but the ceiling fan in the foyer was spinning just a bit too hard, just a bit too fast, and the students screeched to a halt just in time to catch it falling, an angel with clipped wings. It broke in two over the staircase railing, knocking down the tables and the notice boards, pulling down the ceiling with it. Then the chapel was the next to go, the shattering stained glass catching the light in a thousand colours. As you raced up the corridors, the destruction raced up, up, up, alongside you, past the staff room and canteen to the lecture halls, the classroom blocks, the PAC, every single building in the college folding in on itself like so much wet paper. Block J detached itself cleanly from its precarious perch, tipping head-over-heels into the field. You couldn't hear a thing, but you could imagine what it sounded like: the earth itself breaking, rapture the other way around. 

Then you crossed the lower quadrangle, where two little blobs of baby blue lay pressed against each other’s bodies. Even without descending, you already knew who they were. It was strange to watch yourself like a movie. When you were younger, you'd thought that this was how God saw the world, top-down, like a player peering at a chessboard. When you’d failed an exam for the first time, you'd cowered under a table-cloth to escape His wrath. You’d stopped believing in a lot of things as you grew up, but you could never kick that instinct to flee, that inescapable, intrinsic fear that the presence of God really was everywhere: under a table, in a school, in every splitting cell.

The boy on the ground turned his face towards the girl, tucking a strand of hair back behind her ear. She smiled infuriatingly, endearingly, back at him.

The school came down on them.

–

Most of the morning was taken up by this awful college event that you’d totally forgotten was happening, all cheering and sweat and thirty-eight degree heat. It was only when the day was coming to a close, then, that Cam and you could sneak away past the computer labs and guitar room into Staircase 6. As you entered, Cam pulled out something from the pocket of her sweater–an admin key–and latched the door behind her with a deliberate click. You blinked. “How’d you get that?” 

Cam didn’t say anything, just tucked the key in the pocket of her oversized school hoodie. There was something strange and tense about her, stranger and tenser than she had been all term. She walked up to Level 4, where the sky through the grilled window cut long slices of light onto the concrete floor, and sat down on the top step. You sat down next to her. 

She breathed, imperceptibly, in and out, looking straight ahead. The question rushed out in a gasp.

“You told me you’d do anything for me, right? I need you to kill.”

iii. the arrow

And when he has heard her give a loud cry,

The broom blooms bonny, the broom blooms fair

A silver arrow from his bow he suddenly let fly.

And she’ll never go down to the broom anymore.

-

WONG CHIEN PING 

The New Paper, 1998

WONG: To me, family– family always comes first. My kids always come first. You know ah, I’ve got five children. Four boys, one girl. 

INTERVIEWER: Wow.

WONG: [Laughter.] Can be a handful at times, lah, but what can you do? As I was saying, right, when I look at my kids, I’m thinking about everything they could be. Lawyers, doctors, maybe even MPs like me. [Laughter.] And I think about how Singapore’ll change in ten years, fifty years, a hundred years. My youngest, Camilla, she’s going to graduate from university in the 2010’s. In a new century. What’s Singapore going to look like then?

INTERVIEWER: Mhm. 

WONG: I want to make Singapore a place where my kids can grow up safely. Where they can have a future. 

-

For a moment, all you could do was laugh. Then you stopped, of course, but the echo lingered. “Cam?”

Without meeting your eyes, she lifted up her sweater. The first thing you’d thought was that she’d forgotten to bring her house shirt– she was still in uniform. Then you realised that her shirt was unbuttoned at the bottom, and her skirt was unlatched, and there was a solid, unmistakable, swell to her stomach.

The world tilted on its axis. There was no way this was happening. This was a really terrible prank. She’d stolen a prosthetic from Drama. It had to be something, something other than this, something other than a child– You made an inelegant noise, some spluttered form of protest. “Oh.” 

“Oh,” Cam agreed, unhappily.

You instinctively reached out to touch her bump, like you’d seen in the soapy Mediacorp dramas Ma always watched. You didn’t feel anything. Wasn’t there supposed to be some sort of parental instinct singing to you; love, love, love all through the water and the flesh and the blood? 

“Didn’t you listen in Bio? You can’t feel the heartbeat yet. Not for a while, but not for long, either,” she said. “Not until I can’t hide it anymore.”

“Oh.” You didn't know what else to say. You pulled her into your arms, and she pressed herself against you, body against body. Like stragglers hiding from the cold, except it was thirty-five degrees outside, the air the same dull dead warmth that school air always was. She turned her face away, but you could still see her eyes go glossy, hear her take those shallow breaths. "I'm so sorry."

You couldn't begin to imagine what she was feeling, how much she'd lost in that instant when she knew she was carrying a life that wasn't hers: the scholarship, the law school, the clear American sky she'd never see. The future rushed out before you, a landscape vast and desolate, and you found yourself unable to picture it except for your mother's face, crumpling in on itself, her world imploded in a single moment. Thinking: all you had to do was study hard. We gave everything for you, pinned every hope on you, and this is what we get? Saying: stupid boy. Stupid, stupid boy.

You don’t know how you say what you say next, but you do. “So. You want to- to kill it?” It, it, it. Still an it. 

Cam laughs wetly. “Almost there. Kill–” the pronoun trips off her tongue–  “me.”

-

ST CECILIA’S JUNIOR COLLEGE

CAMERA 235

12:28:03

YEOH shoots to his feet. WONG does too.

YEOH: You can’t just say that–

WONG: Just shut up for a moment and let me explain, can?

YEOH shuts up.

WONG [with a wince]: Sorry. But you know my father lah. You know how he is. He’ll have my head.

YEOH: What’s the worst he can do ah? Pack you off to some boarding school overseas?

WONG takes a sharp breath.

WONG: It’s not about that. It’s about the fact that he’s worked his whole life for this position. If he ever finds out what we’ve done, his career jialat liao, just like that. Every single day for the rest of my life he’ll look at me and only see a disappointment of a daughter, a stain on the family name. I snuck around and I lied to his face and I bribed my friends for alibis but at least for seventeen years he didn’t know better. He called me his princess, his golden girl, and he meant it. Now all of that’s gone. Or will be gone, I guess. I don’t know how I’d live without that.

YEOH: He doesn’t need to know. You understand that, right? There are ways to get rid of it, I mean, there has to be some way–

WONG: That’s the fucking problem!

WONG turns away, stifling a sob.

WONG: Before I formed you in the womb I knew you–

YEOH [instinctively]: And before you were born I consecrated you. 

WONG: This is our child, Yeoh. This is a human life. 

YEOH: Better any other life than yours.

A long pause. 

WONG [overlapping]: You can’t mean that.

YEOH [overlapping]: I can. I do.

YEOH ascends one step. YEOH stares at WONG as if he’s daring her to say something, until WONG begins to cry. YEOH freezes for a split-second. He reaches for WONG, whispers something inaudible in her ear. WONG reaches up and kisses him in response. After a while, WONG extricates herself with an expression that seems almost like a smile. She walks over to the railing and leans against it. YEOH follows her.

WONG: I’ve always told myself I want to be a good person, but maybe the real truth is that I didn’t want my dad to figure out otherwise. Maybe all of that hiding was for nothing. Maybe it was only a matter of time before he found out who I really was, deep down: rotten. Impure. That woman Jezebel, who calls herself a prophetess. 

WONG: And, sure, I can sneak away to a clinic, God knows we can afford it, I can do whatever it is girls do in movies with the clothes hanger or the back alley. But if my life after this is all an act– what’s the point, if I already know where I’m going when I go? I’m tired of keeping secrets, trying so hard to keep this part of my life from him– when one day I’ll slip again, I know it, and the whole house of cards is going to come crashing down. If I die now, all my sins are going to die with me. He’d be happy, and I’d be loved, and you– 

WONG [almost envious]: You’d never understand.

YEOH tilts his head downwards, fringe falling over his eyes. He starts to say something, then stops.

YEOH: I do understand.

-

Like so many other people you knew, you never meant to go to St Cecilia’s. Everyone said you could make Temasek, maybe Victoria. Tampines at the very least. And you'd believed it, too, until you didn't anymore, until the college you were going to became the least of your worries. 

When did you stop believing you’d ever have a future? It wasn’t a single moment so much as it was a series of them: stepping over the yellow line when waiting for the train, trying to find footholds in the railing of every overhead bridge, your eyes always flicking to every exit you could take. The words you said under your breath in prayers weren’t Our Father who art in heaven but a litany only you knew: I don’t have to do this. I don’t have to keep going. I can leave any time I want. For as long as you remembered, you’d already been halfway gone. 

It was a comforting hypothetical, until it wasn’t, and suddenly you found yourself on the bathroom floor at three in the morning, a week before prelims. The cool white light bounced off the tiles, the mirror-cabinet above the sink hung ajar like it was beckoning you, and you were so, so exhausted. Why were you trying so hard? What were you even studying for? No matter what college you went to, the future would always be blurry and grey. Test after test after test, then onto– what, exactly? You’d never been able to imagine yourself past sixteen. You’d never be able to imagine yourself more than half-alive.

You’d tell the psychiatrist later that you didn’t remember the rest of the night, but that wasn’t true. You remembered the pills. You remembered the blinding, fluorescent pain– and through the pain, your father’s face, your mother’s voice. 911 on the cordless telephone. The ambulance. Changi Hospital. When you’d finally woken, there was a split-second where all you could see was white, and all that came to you was a rush of relief– until the white coalesced into white walls and white sheets and a ceiling spotted with air-conditioning vents, and you could almost laugh at yourself for expecting anything different. If you’d succeeded, anyway, it wouldn’t have been white.

So you failed both at dying and at Chemistry. That was fine. You took the two points off for affiliation.  You took the 5AM bus. You took the desk at the corner of 1T26. That was fine too.  You swore you didn't care about any of it, and you didn’t, you didn’t. Then Cam happened, and suddenly you did.

But you couldn’t shake the memory of that night in the hospital, your parents whispering next to your bed when they thought you were asleep. For once in their life, they weren’t at each other's throats. What’s wrong with him?  your father demanded in Chinese, betrayal running like cracks through his voice. I don’t understand why he would do this to me. In response, your mother only sighed. Stupid boy. Stupid, stupid boy.

-

The story came uneasily to you, like writing an exam for a subject that you hadn’t touched in months. Once you were done, Cam turned to you. If it was anyone else, they would’ve said something benign, something untrue, like, I’m sorry or I’m glad you didn’t die. Instead, because this was the Cam you’d always known, she asked, “How much did it hurt?”

You thought about the answer for a long while. Then you said, “If you do it right, only for a moment.”

She laughed, then, throwing her head back with the force of it. For a brief, blasphemous second, you’d never seen anyone so beautiful: fair as the moon, clear as the sun, terrible as an army all set in battle array. It was the kind of beauty wars were fought over, the kind any man would get on his knees for– to be knighted, to adore. And she’d chosen you (you of all people!) The fact made you dizzy with its weight.

“So.” Her voice brought you back to reality. It was casual as anything, like she was discussing essay outlines or Physics solutions instead of– whatever this was. “I was thinking about the stairs, right? If you pushed me, hard enough, it’d look like an accident…”

Below you, the concrete staircase looped in on itself, down, down, down. Tall, yes, but only three stories, not enough to kill. Not if you wanted to be sure. When you told her as much, she frowned, swearing in Chinese under her breath. The two of you bounced around a few more ideas, but none of them seemed to stick. You fell silent, tapping out meaningless rhythms on the rails, as you considered what you’d been dancing around since she’d asked you to kill. A competition-grade air pistol, a shot at just the right angle– it’d be, well, if not easy, at least simple. Less up to the fates. 

There was only one problem with that plan– it’d no longer be an accident. There’d be police, lawyers, fuck, maybe even journalists. Your juniors would whisper about it for camps and camps to come. You couldn’t feign innocence with a shotgun, couldn’t frame the act of pulling the trigger as anything but what it was.  

So, fine, they’d hate you. They’d shred all your certificates, put your photos face-down, pretend they’d never had a son. So what? Boy hung from his bedroom fan, boy hung from the prison beam. Whatever formula you used, the result was still the same: you’d be gone, and they’d be free. Besides, there wasn’t any way St. Cecilia's reputation could possibly be worse than it already was.

“I think–” you started, suddenly, “I might have a solution.”

iv. the grave

And he has dug a grave both long and deep,

The broom blooms bonny, the broom blooms fair

He has buried his sister with their babe all at her feet.

And they’ll never go down to the broom anymore.

INTERVIEWER: You didn’t notice the keys were gone meh? I thought you were the captain.

THOMAS: The captain doesn’t carry the keys, sir. Um, he was the armourer, sir, he’s always had them. Since the beginning of the year. 

INTERVIEWER: So you weren’t aware that Yeoh and Wong entered the armoury at 12.39 PM and retrieved a [pages ruffling] .25-calibre Baikal air pistol. 

THOMAS: Of course the alarm went off, lah. To notify the teacher-in-charge. But he told Miss Judith he forgot his water bottle inside, and she was in a hurry anyway–

INTERVIEWER: She believed him?

THOMAS: Miss Judith’s always had a soft spot for him, sir. And we all trusted him. That’s why we made him the armourer. Of course he was quiet, um, but in a calm, reliable sort of way. Out of all of us we thought he’d be the last person to do what he did. [laughter] I trusted him– oh god– 

INTERVIEWER: Calm down, boy.

THOMAS: Sorry, sorry.

INTERVIEWER: Can continue or not?

THOMAS: Okay. Can. Go on.

-

Laughing the loud and triumphant laugh of the already dead, you and Cam crashed back into the staircase landing like you’d done so many times before. How many giggling, short-lived couples had this place borne witness to? The seniors who’d winked and nudged you in its direction must’ve learnt it from their seniors, who’d learnt it from their seniors in turn– back and back it went, a story in two-year cycles, mutating each time it was told. A haunting, a myth, a folk song.

Cam, leaning back against the wall, ran her hands along the sleek pistol. She looked, still, beautiful: even after the run, after the tears, despite the baby. If you hadn’t seen her before, you couldn’t have guessed that she was the kind of girl who would ever cry. “It’s like I’m a spy.”

“I mean, we kind of are, right? People are going to start getting suspicious soon. We should do this quickly.”  You shot a furtive glance through the window in the door. The corridor, as always, was dark– the lightbulb had been busted for a long, long time. 

“Soon. Won’t take long, right? Just–” She aimed the gun at her temple, mimed pulling the trigger with a grin. Miss Judith had trained you well– your first instinct was one of sheer panic, of tripping over your own feet in your haste to rip it from her hands– but you didn’t do any of that. 

Instead you only swallowed, shifted. “Just like that I don’t think is strong enough. It’s not real ah. Can’t do that much damage. Um, can I–”

Downstairs, someone shouted. Cam shoved the gun in her hoodie pocket. You stopped breathing. Something clunky was being dragged across the floor, chatter following in its wake. But no one had opened the door yet, so when the clamour finally died down, Cam removed the gun from her hoodie and passed it to you. 

In your hands, the pistol was cool, familiar, deadly in a way it had never been before. It reminded you that despite any pretences to precision or skill or patience, this sport was, at its roots, a killing sport– drawing blood and blood and blood again. 

You’d only been a shooter for a few months. You'd always been a chess club kid in secondary school, and in St Cecilia, you’d even applied for Strat Games before you walked into the interview, saw an old classmate, and walked right back out.  At least shooting was a singular sport. No emotions involved, no one to fool, no one to ask you what happened.

About a week or two past orientation, you’d hit bullseye for the first time.  You didn’t notice, at first, still reeling from the ricochet, until Greg shouted and the club gathered round and you saw that tiny wound on that tiny target, fifty whole metres away. In another few weeks, it’d become routine, but you never forgot that first time: the breath held, the trigger pulled, the bullet sailing through the air. The gun like an extension of yourself.

She must’ve sensed something had shifted, because she hurried out, “If you don’t want to do this, just say, OK? If you really want, we can– I don’t know, figure something out.”

You’d do anything for me, right? 

Okay, so maybe you were helping her because you knew what it was like to be so tired that you wanted nothing more than to be gone. You knew what it was like to fail– your mother’s eyes avoiding yours, the flat stinking with shame, cut fruits slid under your door like an apology– and you knew, you knew, out of all the people in the world she didn’t deserve it.

But maybe you were helping her because you’d never known anyone who could go to their grave with a smile quite like her, brilliant and foolish and brave. It was your hand brushing hers under the desk and her laughing with her head thrown back and the two of you sharing earphones on the bus. It was the fact that in life or death, you’d never wanted anyone but her. 

So, fine. The moment you’d opened your eyes in a hospital bed, you couldn’t find it in you to care about Heaven or Hell or anything in-between, couldn’t care about a God who’d turned his back to you as you were bleeding out. But even the staunchest of atheists could admit that it was nice to believe that you’d been brought back for a reason; that more than any grade you’d ever gotten or any target you’d ever hit, the greatest achievement of your time in college– okay, your entire short and sorry life– was this: to love her, to kill her, to be loved, impossibly, in return.

You kissed her like it was an answer. Maybe it was. You’d never know.

–

Just like you’d predicted, it wasn’t easy, but it was at least simple:

The muzzle dimpling her button-down shirt. Her heart beneath the gun, frantic and wild. Her smile– smug, inscrutable, like she was getting away with some great and treacherous heist, like she’d stolen something you’d never notice missing until it was too late. Coloured-in Converse perched on the edge of the top step.

A moment to aim. Less to fire.

A crack. A body arching backwards, falling, falling, falling. A body against concrete. A body with its neck all wrong– no, that wasn’t right. Two bodies. One body. But what was the difference, really?

Somewhere, someone was singing.

–

I got tired of waiting

Wonderin' if you were ever comin' around

There was a boy at the edge of the canteen, that isolated corner where the cafe used to be before it went bankrupt and left neon-yellow wreckage in its wake. I could just barely make him out through the other kids who’d swarmed like moths around the speakers we’d looted from the grandstand, a do-it-yourself rave all our own. We were seventeen and free from Promos and knew every word to every song on the radio and there was nothing in this world to worry about, nothing at all.

My faith in you was fading

When I met you on the outskirts of town

My voice faltered as I tried to peer over the heads, earning myself a poke in the ribs from Joshua from 28. The boy was tall, in uniform–on the one day we were allowed to wear house shirts? He’d be sweltering hot. He stared off at something I couldn’t see, collapsing on a bench– and the moment I saw the fringe, I knew who you were.

“Xavier!” 

I painfully extracted myself from the knot of students, making my way over to you. You didn’t seem to notice me, didn’t seem to care. There was something red on your face, probably some failed attempt at Go SC! It seemed like the sports leaders had gotten to you. Funny. I’d never thought you were the type. 

You turned to me. 

“Xavier?”

I broke into a run.

I keep waiting for you, but you never come

Your hands were shaking, your eyes wet.  There was red on your shirt, red on the corner of your lips. Shit, there was so much of it. “Are you hurt?” My brain was going at thirty miles a second. “What happened? Did you– are you–”

“I’m fine. I just–” You broke off. Slowly and carefully, like you were explaining something to a very small child, you forced out two more words: “--lost something.” 

I cast desperate glances around the canteen. There was something wrong here, something I couldn’t even begin to comprehend, like standing on the edge of a cliff with a sea below you. “It’s OK, bro,” I muttered out, stupidly, awkwardly, “You’ll get it back, whatever it is. Um. You need me check with the GO? Call teacher?”

Through the thin walls, a scream rang out. The singing died a quick, violent death, but the music, still, played on.

I talked to your dad, go pick out a white dress

“No,” you said. “No need.”

It's a love story, baby, just say yes.

-

After everything– after the police, after the trial, after the drop– Wong’s father swept in and gave half of St Cecilia’s a dizzyingly long contract that boiled down to Don’t tell a soul this happened or I’ll kill you myself. Of course I’d signed it. What else could I have done?

In the years to come, I’d want to tell you about so many things: The times we’d instinctively turn in our seats to ask you about homework or classes or anything at all. The two empty desks we’d dodged for the rest of the year, even after we switched classrooms, even after they struck out your names from the class list— as if long before that October afternoon, you were already gone. The shiny, upgraded surveillance system, a threat, an eulogy, as much acknowledgement as they’d ever give you. 

Now, though, I want to tell you about the staircase.

When I stepped back into St Cecilia’s for the first time in ten years, so much of it remained the same. The same old coat of paint, the same wobbly tables, the same starched blue uniform. The only thing that’s changed is the kids– how young they seem now, how they call me Mr Thomas when I’m listening and ‘cher when they think I’m not. In the spaces between classes, when the halls are full of chatter, I’ll overhear snippets of their conversation: I’m yellowslipping for Taylor tickets or Walao, my stats really CMI, like this how can pass or Wah, are you going to take her to Staircase 6? That last one’ll be invariably followed by a wink, a nudge, and loud, boisterous laughter, the kind that only teenage boys can summon up. I can’t blame them much for it. Weren’t we once seventeen too?

The staircase isn’t particularly hard to avoid. For the kids, it’s more of a novelty than anything– a quick selfie at the door during Orientation, then it’s out of their minds for the rest of the year, too far from the classrooms to be of any use. Soon enough, though, exam season rolled around, and I was on my first night study shift of the year. I didn’t have to do much– just make sure nobody escaped the well-lit confines of the library, which was just as crowded and chilly as I’d remembered it. But the campus seemed different after dusk, every flickering light a blinking eye, and I felt myself being led down the concrete corridors, past the office and the hall and the lockers, past the bulb they’d never fixed, and I unlocked the door.

It looked, obviously, like any other staircase in the school. The floor was grey, the walls white. I went up to the top floor and to the railing, the security camera swivelling as I walked. Over the railing, the stairs went down, down, down. Despite my best efforts, I couldn’t find any part of it that suggested your presence. No pale figure, no blur of light. I felt, suddenly, foolish– what answer was I seeking? Even if you’d lingered, even if you’d somehow escaped where I’d most feared you were, this was the last place you’d want to stay. 

Maybe I would never really understand why you did what you did. But I’d known you, even still, and so I could say this with certainty– if there was any justice in this world, you weren’t here. You were somewhere edgy kids couldn’t gawk and giggle at you, somewhere the camera couldn’t find you. Somewhere only you knew.

An engine growled beyond the gates. Sweet and heavy in the air, the scent of flowers lingered. 

I closed my eyes.

-

And when he has come to his father’s own hall, 

The broom blooms bonny, the broom blooms fair

There was music and dancing, there were minstrels and all.

And he’ll never go down to the broom anymore.

O the ladies, they asked him, “What makes you in such pain?”

The broom blooms bonny, the broom blooms fair

“I’ve lost a sheath and knife I will never find again

And I’ll never go down to the broom anymore.”

“All the ships of your father’s a-sailing on the sea

The broom blooms bonny, the broom blooms fair

Can bring as good a sheath and knife unto thee.”

But they’ll never go down to the broom anymore.

“All the ships of my father’s a-sailing on the sea

The broom blooms bonny, the broom blooms fair

Can never ever bring such a sheath and knife to me

For we’ll never go down to the broom anymore.”

[avianii]

15 questions 15(?) mutuals

ty @oddcologne for the tag <3 iim kinda out of it rn so these respones r prob bad loll

1. Are you named after anyone?

nah

2. When was the last time you cried?

tmi but last night maybe?? whenever thursday was

3. Do you have kids?

nah. sure hope i don't

4. What sports do you play/have played?

mm ok so I bounced around a bunch of sports ranging from soccer to swim team to figure skating as a kid but the two I've mostly stuck with are volleyball (which i haven't played in a while unfortunately :/ ) and tennis <3

5. Do you use sarcasm?

never

6. What's the first thing you notice about people?

uHHHhH their existence??? (am i supposed to know this)

7. What’s your eye color?

THE VOID

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

I love happy endings. Scary movies are ok but happy endings >>>>

9. Any talents?

I feel like I'm a bit biased here but I think I have an exceptional talent of getting minor injuries in the stupidest ways. ex. i have at least 5 cuts right now and definitely some scars from walking into my desk lmao. (If you were expecting me to say art lol sorry my self esteem is not there today)

10. Where were you born?

Singapore! didn't stay tho lol. random tangent but the lady at the DMV was like "where were you born" and was confused that it's just Singapore, Singapore

11. What are your hobbies?

drawing, gaming cuz im a GaMEr and... you know i swear there's another but i cant think of it rn lol

12. Do you have any pets?

hell yeah, I got two kitties. Kashi is the one who looks pretty but is a bitch and Rei is just a bitch but I love them more than I love my brother /hj for legal reasons

13. How tall are you?

165 cm convert that if you want im too lazy to rn

14. Favorite subject in school?

Bio/Physics because I actually know whats going on in those classes and my bio teacher is awesome

15. Dream job?

anything even slightly related to aircraft tbh

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entry 1: change/get to know me

16th August 2023

change is the only constant in life.

21 years and i still struggle to internalise, let alone embrace change. it’s tough to embrace something that you can’t expect, something with the potential to make or break your life.

yes, hi. before we get any further into this entry, i’m nelly. 21. undergraduate. from singapore. and very, very lost.

i know that at this age, it’s commonly known as a transitional period where we’re starting school, ending school, starting our careers, moving overseas and whatnot. basically going all over the place, just hoping we’re making the right decisions for the sake of our future.

i graduated polytechnic in may 2022 and decided to take a gap year. i was already working as an intern during my last semester of polytechnic, so the transition into the industry wasn’t too abrupt. but still, it was the period when I also decided it was time for me to sustain myself. i stopped taking allowance money from my dad, i paid for my own bills, my food and all other expenditures and i was even giving my parents money.

this was a change, alright. but it was a controlled change. so still, not too bad right?

1st December 2023, 11:00pm

so. um. a little change of plans. and a little fast forward into time. the words above were written just days before my world felt like it was collapsing into me. my initial intended message of this entry to you, was to embrace change. i was also kind of hoping that i could convince myself that life right now isn’t too bad afterall.

but boy, i didn’t even manage to finish this entry before life bit me in the ass.

don’t get me wrong, nothing drastic happened. things in uni just got too overwhelming to quickly. academically, physically and boy…. emotionally.

to be fair, i didn’t even want to be in uni in the first place. but yknow, asian parents. so frankly speaking, i came into uni with not an ounce of proactiveness and initiative in my system. i knew nothing about the uni curriculum, the syllabus, requirements.

but at the end of the day, i was simply still a singaporean child yearning for academic validation. and when i realised i wasn’t doing too well, i panicked and i spiralled. for months. everyday i wake up and all i would feel is immense dread. for most of the struggle, my issue was feeling alone.

i think i can speak for most uni goers that there are no constants in uni. especially if you’re in a double major programme. unless you’re really lucky. there are no form classes like in poly/jc, no close rapport with your lecturers, and for the past few months i still feel like i’m still introducing myself with people. so i, have not been very lucky in that sense. my only friend in uni is my roommate, and she studies computer sciences. me? linguistics and english. most of my programme related ‘friends’ are all on a hi-bye basis. so that sucks.

i wanted so desperately to belong in some type of friend group or just have one constant friend, but to no avail. and i eventually just stopped trying. i still felt alone, though. just doesn’t feel too bad if i don’t try anymore, you know what i mean?

yeah, so i was struggling with trying to catch up with my module contents and i always just kept thinking about how it would feel if i had somebody else to struggle with, you know? the semester has ended, and this still hasn’t changed for me. but i’ve made peace with it. you can’t force friendships and i’m okay with that.

i, however, did spiral for months and it affected my relationship because i was relying too much on her emotionally. i was asking too much from her. since i didn’t have any uni friends, every lament, every whine, every complain went through her ears. and i won’t go too deep into it, but it did affect our relationship for a while and to be honest, it’s still kinda rocky now. but that’s a story for another entry.

along the way though, it felt like something changed inside of me. in a good way. maybe i was tired of constantly throwing myself a pity party instead of doing the shit i needed to do. maybe it was because i joined other things in school that didn’t make school feel like absolute hell.

it was a risk, of course– to add more things into my schedule when i was already struggling with what i already had on my plate. but god, they were such blessings. i am so eternally grateful for my dance cca. it’s not like we’re besties, but every time i came into practice i always just felt like i belonged. they treated me like it. it’s something that i didn’t, and still don’t feel in my programme. so it was really so, so refreshing.

after i joined, we were practising for a big scale performance so it was trainings after trainings after trainings and i was so so busy but so, so determined and excited. it gave me some sort of purpose as well as an outlet to destress physically in between rushing assignments and studying for my finals.

it’s semester break now. yay i survived one semester of uni! 7 more to go. it’s needless to say that i have more time on my hands, but i also have a lot i wanna do. go back to the gym, spend more time with my loved ones, write more! and of course, to NOT repeat my mistakes of this semester. so i’ll be reading up on my next semester texts to give myself a headstart.

anyways, i apologise. this is my first entry. so structure and content distribution wise, i’m not too sure what’s the right way to go about it. just take it as a little get-to-know-me piece hehe.

maybe you can let me know! did you read through the whole thing? did you get bored? was it tmi?

thank you for reading, remember to be kind to yourself <3

till the next entry, friends!

nelly.

[ictlsg23]

SESSION 5. ANTI-HARASSMENT AND CYBERSTALKING LEGISLATION

OPTIONAL REFERENCE: L&T BOOK CHAPTER 10

Anti-Harassment and Cyberstalking Laws: The Protection from Harassment Act was passed in Parliament on 14 March 2014. The purpose and effects of the Act will be examined. In particular, the effects of (anti-)social behaviour online and the objectives of the PHA in dealing with such acts will be considered. For example, trolling, cyber-bullying and cyber-vigilantism (involving doxxing) will be considered. What is the ambit of coverage of the provisions for non-direct and secondary subjects of harassment? For example, close emotional connection or physical proximity? What should be the extent of the scope?

What were the significant changes to the PHA in the latest amendments? Do the scope of the PHA extend “person” to include non-legal entities, private and/or public; both as perpetrator and victim?

False Statements of Fact (Part 3 Div. 2 [previously section 15 only]): Consider the series of appeals in the Ting Choon Meng case. What is the purpose and effect of this part of the Act? Compare and contrast it to POFMA and its progeny. (not required for COR2226)

Cases: (for general reference only, not required for COR2226)

Attorney-General v Ting Choon Meng and Another [2017] SGCA 06 (harassment, parties)

Ting Choon Meng v Attorney-General and Another [2015] SGHC 315 (harassment, parties)

Attorney-General v Lee Kwai Hou Howard, et al [2015] SGDC 114 (harassment, parties)

Malcomson Nicholas Hugh Bertram and Another v Naresh Kumar Mehta[2001] SGHC 308 (harassment)

Required Readings:

Goh Yihan, Yip Man, The Protection from Harassment Act 2014 [2014] 26 SAcLJ 700

Chan Wing Cheong, The New Offence of ‘Unlawful Stalking’ in Singapore (2014) 26 Singapore Academy of Law Journal 333 – 353

Statutes: (relevant provisions will be highlighted in class)

Protection from Harassment Act

Protection from Harassment (Amendment) Bill of 2019

References: (optional)

Restricting Publication of False Statements Using Section 15 of the Protection from Harassment Act (Law Gazette, May 2016)

Ravi Chandran, Workplace Harassment: Persons Liable and Damages Payable under the Protection from Harassment Act 2014 [2015] 27 SAcLJ 286

Goh Yihan, The Case for Legislating Harassment in Singapore [2014] 26 SAcLJ 68

Gregory Vijayendran, Lester Chua, Harassment Act: An Act to End All Acts of Harassment? (Law Gazette, June 2014(4))

Choo Zheng Xi, Fong Wei Li, When Citizen Journalism Crosses the Line: Does the Harassment Act Have An Online Bite? (Law Gazette, June 2014(2))

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Where to Set Up Your Crypto Empire: Top Jurisdictions for Crypto Trading

As crypto adoption rises, regulators worldwide are responding—some rolling out the red carpet, others slamming the door shut. Choosing the right jurisdiction can be the difference between thriving or merely surviving.

Switzerland (Zug - The "Crypto Valley")

Crypto Friendliness: ★★★★★

Regulatory Body: FINMA

Type of Regulation: Clear, pro-innovation, fully regulated for trading, custody, and tokens.

✅ Pros:

Regulatory clarity with crypto-specific licenses.

Robust legal system and strong privacy laws.

Home to major crypto foundations (Ethereum, Cardano).

Access to crypto-friendly banks (SEBA, Sygnum).

❌ Cons:

High operational costs and taxes.

Regulatory licensing can be time-consuming.

Need a physical presence in some cases.

💰 Crypto-Friendly Banks:

Sygnum Bank

SEBA Bank

Zuger Kantonalbank

United Arab Emirates (Dubai & Abu Dhabi)

Crypto Friendliness: ★★★★★

Regulatory Bodies: VARA (Dubai), ADGM (Abu Dhabi)

Type of Regulation: Pro-crypto, clear guidelines for exchanges and custodians.

✅ Pros:

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Forward-thinking regulations (especially in Dubai’s VARA zone).

Strategic global location for business.

❌ Cons:

Regulations are still evolving, some ambiguity remains.

Requires local office/presence.

High initial setup cost for some licenses.

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Wio Bank

Zand Bank (new digital bank with crypto ambitions)

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Crypto Friendliness: ★★★★☆

Regulatory Body: MAS (Monetary Authority of Singapore)

Type of Regulation: Strict but transparent; licenses required under the Payment Services Act.

✅ Pros:

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Strong banking infrastructure.

Crypto exchanges and trading are legal with proper licensing.

❌ Cons:

Regulatory compliance is demanding.

Licenses can take months to acquire.

Limited number of banks serve crypto businesses.

💰 Crypto-Friendly Banks:

DBS Bank (for larger players)

Xfers (for payment rails)

StraitsX (stablecoin issuer)

British Virgin Islands (BVI)

Crypto Friendliness: ★★★★☆

Regulatory Body: BVI Financial Services Commission

Type of Regulation: Light touch; ideal for international trading entities.

✅ Pros:

No corporate income tax.

Easy incorporation and maintenance.

Popular for hedge funds and trading desks.

❌ Cons:

Not ideal for retail or public-facing exchanges.

Banks can be hesitant without strong KYC/AML.

Regulatory evolution is slow.

💰 Crypto-Friendly Banks:

Offshore-friendly banks via intermediaries or Caribbean banking networks.

Estonia

Crypto Friendliness: ★★★☆☆

Regulatory Body: FIU (Financial Intelligence Unit)

Type of Regulation: Was very friendly; now tightened with stricter rules post-2021.

✅ Pros:

E-residency and digital-first environment.

Previously known for fast, cheap licensing.

Still favorable for tech startups.

❌ Cons:

Post-2022, high regulatory burden.

Licenses harder to obtain and maintain.

Local presence now often required.

💰 Crypto-Friendly Banks:

LHV Bank

Bank Frick (via Liechtenstein partnerships)

EMIs (e.g., Wise, Revolut)

United States

Crypto Friendliness: ★★☆☆☆ (varies by state)

Regulatory Bodies: SEC, CFTC, FinCEN, state regulators

Type of Regulation: Fragmented, with some crypto havens (e.g., Wyoming)

✅ Pros:

Massive market and access to institutional capital.

Some progressive states (Wyoming, Texas, Florida).

Legal clarity improving with recent bills (e.g., FIT21).

❌ Cons:

Heavy regulatory burden.

Risk of SEC enforcement.

Difficult banking relationships for smaller firms.

💰 Crypto-Friendly Banks:

Custodia Bank (seeking Fed access)

Cross River Bank

Cayman Islands

Crypto Friendliness: ★★★★☆

Regulatory Body: Cayman Islands Monetary Authority (CIMA)

Type of Regulation: No specific crypto law, but flexible structure.

✅ Pros:

No corporate tax, capital gains, or income tax.

Widely used for hedge funds, DAOs, and DeFi protocols.

Legal clarity on utility tokens and trading.

❌ Cons:

Lack of specific crypto frameworks could create future uncertainty.

Requires good legal guidance to navigate structuring.

Banking still tricky.

💰 Crypto-Friendly Banks:

Mostly international banks or through structured partnerships. Please contact our professionals for a more tailor-made solution for your crypto banking.

Honorable Mentions:

Jurisdiction

Crypto Friendliness

Highlights

Lithuania

★★★★☆

Strong EMI ecosystem, easy EU access

Portugal

★★★★☆

Tax-free on personal crypto gains (changing soon)

Hong Kong

★★★★☆

Opening up to regulated crypto exchanges

Malta

★★★☆☆

The "Blockchain Island" promising but inconsistent

Final Tips: Banking & Compliance

Crypto-Friendly EMIs: Use services like Bank Frick, B2BinPay, Revolut Business, or Fire.com when traditional banking is unavailable.

Compliance First: KYC/AML is critical regardless of jurisdiction; cutting corners is a short-term gain with long-term pain.

Local Presence: Many top jurisdictions now require substance; meaning local directors, offices, or employees.

Best Jurisdictions by Use Case:

Use Case

Jurisdiction

Why?

Institutional Trading

Switzerland

Regulation + banking

Fast Go-to-Market & Tax-Free

Dubai/UAE

Speed + 0% tax

Asia-Pacific Presence

Singapore

Pro-business, stable regime

Offshore Trading Desk

BVI / Cayman

Light regulation, tax neutral

DAO/DeFi Structuring

Cayman Islands

Legal wrapper flexibility

High-Tech Startup

Estonia

Digital-first approach

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Expert Hernia Surgery in Singapore: What You Need to Know

Hernias are a common medical condition that affect people of all ages and lifestyles. While they can be managed initially with lifestyle changes or supportive garments, surgery is often the most effective and long-term solution. In Singapore, patients benefit from world-class medical facilities, experienced surgeons, and advanced technology—all of which make it one of the best places in Asia to undergo expert hernia surgery.

If you or a loved one has been diagnosed with a hernia, understanding your treatment options and what to expect from surgery in Singapore can help you make informed decisions.

What Is a Hernia?

A hernia occurs when an internal part of the body pushes through a weakness in the muscle or surrounding tissue wall. The most common types include:

Inguinal hernia (inner groin)

Femoral hernia (outer groin)

Umbilical hernia (belly button)

Hiatal hernia (upper stomach)

Incisional hernia (from a previous surgical scar)

Symptoms often include a visible lump or bulge, discomfort, and pain—especially when coughing, bending, or lifting heavy objects.

Why Choose Singapore for Hernia Surgery?

Singapore has earned a reputation as a medical hub in Southeast Asia. Here’s why people from around the world choose to undergo hernia surgery here:

Highly Qualified Surgeons

Singaporean surgeons undergo rigorous training, often with fellowships in Europe, the US, or Australia. Many specialise in laparoscopic (keyhole) hernia repair, which offers faster recovery times and less scarring compared to traditional open surgery.

Advanced Medical Technology

Hospitals and surgical centres in Singapore are equipped with state-of-the-art technology. Robotic-assisted hernia surgery is increasingly available, offering greater precision and improved outcomes in complex cases.

Efficient Healthcare System

Whether you're a local resident or an international patient, the efficiency of Singapore’s healthcare system ensures timely consultations, diagnostics, and surgery. Public hospitals and private specialists alike maintain high standards of care.

Medical Tourism Infrastructure

For overseas patients, Singapore offers excellent support services including medical concierge assistance, interpreters, and accommodation arrangements. This makes the surgical journey smooth and stress-free.

Types of Hernia Surgery Offered

In Singapore, both public and private healthcare providers offer the full range of hernia repair procedures:

Open Hernia Repair

This traditional method involves a single, larger incision over the hernia site. The surgeon pushes the hernia back into place and strengthens the muscle wall with sutures or mesh. It’s typically used for large or recurrent hernias.

Laparoscopic Hernia Repair

Also known as minimally invasive surgery, this approach uses small incisions and a camera-guided tool to perform the repair. Benefits include:

Reduced postoperative pain

Smaller scars

Quicker return to work or sports

Robotic-Assisted Surgery

Some top hospitals now offer robotic-assisted laparoscopic repair, combining precision and flexibility. It's especially beneficial for complex or bilateral hernias.

What to Expect Before and After Surgery

Pre-Surgery

You’ll undergo a physical examination, and possibly imaging tests like ultrasound or CT scans. Your surgeon will explain the risks, benefits, and recovery expectations.

For elective surgeries, you may be advised to stop eating and drinking a few hours before the operation. Some patients with existing health conditions might require additional preoperative assessments.

During Surgery

Most hernia surgeries in Singapore are performed as day procedures under general or local anesthesia. The surgery usually takes 30 minutes to 2 hours, depending on complexity.

Recovery

Postoperative care is critical to ensure a smooth recovery:

Most patients are discharged within a day

Light activity can resume in a few days

Full recovery typically takes 2 to 4 weeks

Pain and swelling can be managed with prescribed medication

Your surgeon will advise when you can return to work, drive, or engage in strenuous activity.

Costs and Insurance Coverage

Costs vary depending on the type of surgery (open vs laparoscopic), the hospital (public vs private), and the complexity of the hernia.

Here’s a rough breakdown:

Public hospitals: SGD 1,500 – SGD 4,000 (with subsidy)

Private specialists: SGD 6,000 – SGD 12,000

Most local insurance plans and corporate health benefits cover hernia surgery. For international patients, many clinics work with global insurers. Always confirm coverage details with your provider.

How to Choose the Right Surgeon

When selecting a hernia surgeon in Singapore, consider:

Board certification and fellowship training

Experience with your hernia type

Availability of laparoscopic or robotic surgery

Reviews and recommendations

Many specialists offer teleconsultations, especially helpful for international patients seeking second opinions before flying in.

Final Thoughts

Expert hernia surgery in Singapore combines medical excellence with patient-centered care. Whether you’re a local resident or considering medical travel, you’ll find top-tier surgeons, advanced surgical options, and a high standard of safety and hygiene.

Don’t ignore hernia symptoms—they won’t go away on their own. Early consultation with a specialist can help you avoid complications like strangulation or bowel obstruction, which may require emergency surgery.

Take charge of your health today. If you suspect a hernia or have been advised to undergo surgery, Singapore offers one of the most reliable, skilled, and supportive environments for your treatment and recovery.