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“I sat in the dark and thought: There’s no big apocalypse. Just an endless procession of little ones.” — Neil Gaiman, Signal to Noise

These are unprecedented times…

Unprecedented times these are…

I’ve personally NEVER heard the word unprecedented so many freakin’ times in my entire life!!!

Except for studying a Double Masters in International Law and International Relations to which the terms precedented and unprecedented were thrown around (academically speaking) quite a fair bit. Can we please find some alternative expressions for such a bizarrely weird time we’re all living in?

Did we think we would see the day where we would be incarcerated in our current locations? Ah no. The first time in our entire lives we’ve not been able to fulfil any wander lusting fetishes or deep-salacious urges to bugger off on a plane anywhere.


“It is with our passions as it is with fire and water, they are good servants, but bad masters.” — Roger L’Estrange, Aesop Fables, 1692

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The gravity of the situation didn’t strike until I was well out of the country. Celebrating the ‘Silly Season’ and New Year’s in sublime Thailand. My long-awaited end-of-year Vacay baby!!! It wasn’t until I was constantly bombarded with a daily international tripartite consisting of, Al Jazeera, BBC and Fox News that I acknowledged the media sensationalism that had regurgitated from the bushfire calamity. The media out of control. Igniting everything in its path. Just like the fires.

Indeed, what has been swept firmly under the carpet is the knowledge that the Australian bushfire crisis is a multifaceted culmination of multiple factors. Extreme arson in some instances. Not all. Extreme heat. Excessive winds. The failure of environmental protection mechanisms. The impotence of Australian politics. Climate change denialism of the highest kind. Lack of a robust and pragmatic response. Etcetera…Etcetera…Etcetera… Whilst we are all collectively screaming; “bloody, do something Australia!” The Government has inconveniently lost its voice box. …


But I say unto you, That whosoever looketh on a woman to lust after her hath committed adultery with her already in his heart…

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“If it is the dirty element that gives pleasure to the act of lust, then the dirtier it is, the more pleasurable it is bound to be.” — Marquis de Sade

Yes, ladies, we have undoubtedly experienced this on many occasions. Unquenchable sexual desire. Otherwise known as lust baby. For that man pumping iron at the gym. For the man in the bar, we are eyeing off hungrily. For the co-worker, we have gotten just a little bit too familiar with. Oh, dear God, for that fine specimen walking along the beach…

He who then becomes eroticised in our subjective fantasies. He whom we perceive is mutually attracted to us before logic has acquired facts like is he available or is he attached? For he gave you “the eyes” and his body language emanated he wanted you in bed. All the certainty you need quite frankly. …


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“Imperfection is beauty, madness is genius and it’s better to be absolutely ridiculous than absolutely boring.” — Marilyn Monroe

To not give a shit what other people think about our chosen life path takes herculean guts and resilience. Let’s be honest; most of us give an enormous shit about what other people think. If we say we don’t, we’re lying, because it’s human nature to want to impress upon others. Have them believe in our everyday façade. The different characters we portray. The masks we put on. We are struggling to let people see what lies beneath and beyond our masks. Underneath it all lies deep-seated vulnerability. And we sure-as-shit don’t do vulnerability. We’d much rather hide behind the mask. …


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Stuck in an obsessive self-defeating and self-perpetuating cycle of trying but never getting. It decimates your self-belief. It exacerbates your self-doubt. You no longer have the motivation to continue chasing your dream. It’s all too f***ing hard, and you’ve lost all f***ing hope. When the penny finally drops you realise it’s YOU that’s the problem in this dream-killing mess!!!

A toxic obsession with anything intangible is never good.

There is nothing wrong with putting yourself out there and taking yourself out of your comfort zone. Honouring what it is you are passionate about or even relocating to bring that dream into fruition. It’s what you do to try and make your dream a concrete reality. The odds don’t enter the equation because the will to succeed in fulfilling a dream takes precedence over everything.

Like all good buildings, there needs to be a solid foundation to build a solid structure. The dream-chasing foundation needs to be rooted in self-belief. Without it, the human entity resorts to dream-killing. The arbiter of dream undoing. We don’t even know we are doing it half the time. We blame everyone one else and everything else in the process. …


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“Frugality is founded on the principle that all riches have limits” — Edmund Burke

R-r-relocation. Nobody ever said it was easy. In fact, most people are smarter playing it safe. As in not relocating. Sticking to what you know. If it ain’t broke don’t fix it right? Then, there’s a small minority of us itching to dip our toes into the unknown. We take-off. Even if we are shitting ourselves inside about doing so. Eternal wanderlust. Searching for something more profound. Even if we don’t exactly know what that profoundness is. We relocate. Somewhere new. A million miles away from what we consider “home.” Sink-or-swim. Do-or-die. Make it work. …


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“Brexit was a fantastic example of a nation shooting itself full in the face.” Hugh Grant

Brexit. Put a match to it. That flawed idea. That flawed concept. The defective vision. Let it burn into a thousand tiny fluttery charcoal pieces. Let us pretend the UK was blinded momentarily. That common sense will prevail.

Not a Brexit lover. At all. Why would I be? I am part of the privileged EU-Passport-Club currently bound for London town. The EU-golden-ticket is allowing me to live and work in the cosmopolitan bipolar capital. For now.

Rocking up a few days before the March 29, 2019 deadline with no idea of the hyped-up shitstorm awaiting me is probably not the smartest thing to do. Then again, I seem to have a penchant for relocating to London at times of high catastrophe. The first time was at the height of the Global Financial Crisis. The second time now, at the height of Brexit. …


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“Obviously, as an adult I realize this girl-on-girl sabotage is the third worst kind of female behavior, right behind saying ‘like’ all the time and leaving your baby in a dumpster.” — Tina Fey

Time to face the music ladies. Toxic feminism is NOT the way forward. It ain’t gonna further #MeToo-and-equivalent-causes. It’ll butcher them. Repugnant as it is socially regressive. Hate to break it the toxically intoxicated sisterhood, but, it’s true.

This pernicious brand of feminism gives intoxicated women, an ideologically-lethal justification for annihilating all men for being men. Indeed, these nasty-pasty toxic feminists revel in annihilating each other when it suits. Yes, women-on-women-bashing is a thing and it’s just as repulsive as women-on-men-bashing.

The Great irony in all of this, both genders have been rendered impotent by age-old toxic patriarchy. Women and men still haven’t got a clue on how to remedy toxic gender roles they have been subjected to for donkey's years. A hot-gendered-mess no one wants to touch with a 10-foot pole. …


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Singapore “Hawker Centre Heaven” on Wikimedia Commons

“Seize the moment. Remember all those women on the ‘Titanic’ who waved off the dessert cart.” — Erma Bombeck

Singapore is a fabulously delicious hawker food mecca for those of us enamoured with the “Lion City’s” vibrantly diverse street food scene. “Hawker Culture” a firmly entrenched feature of Singaporean society. Part of its DNA. In the Country’s gene pool. And us globetrotting foodies wouldn’t have it any other way. It’s just not Singapore without them Hawkers!

Here are 4 of the best food centres in this small island nation that packs a mouth-watering food punch!

1. Tekka Centre (Bukit Timah Road, Little India)

The best of this delectable bunch. I discovered this little baby on a street food and art tour by foot. What a heaving, multiculturally-diverse, salivating, big fat wet and slippery metropolis of degustation bliss! …


“Our rational selves choosing between the alternatives as best we are able, calculating where we can, but often falling back for our motive on whim or sentiment or chance.” — John Maynard Keynes

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We are only human, and life can really just suck sometimes. Adulting 9 times out of 10 sucks too. Let’s be honest about it. Kids are lucky. They’ve got no idea what they’re in for until they ‘grow up’. Trying to ‘stay sane’ in a world contaminated with uncertainty is bloody difficult. Even if we underestimate our coping mechanisms most of the time. …

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Julz Cukrov

A Mover And A Shaker, Not A Faker. Enamoured by all things literarily different. A lover of boundary-pushing. A despiser of sugar-coating. Seeker of the truth.

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