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Friday, November 14, 2025
Sunday, November 9, 2025
Short Story: When the Sun Set Twice at Tanjong Rhu
The following is a ChatGPT-generated image and short story for your refreshing on the power of making human connection:-
Loraine Tan wasn’t anti-love — she just didn’t think it was necessary.
While her friends scrolled through dating apps and gossiped about “types,” she preferred setting new personal records and mastering handstands. She was a certified physical trainer, owner of a tidy one-room studio apartment in Paya Lebar, and proud of her independence.
Her alarm clock was her ambition; her love language, productivity.
“Marriage?” she’d laugh whenever her mother brought it up. “I don’t even have time to commit to a Netflix series.”
To Loraine, life was about purpose — helping people get stronger, healthier, more confident. That was love enough, she reasoned — the selfless kind that didn’t demand candlelight dinners or good morning texts.
But life, as she would soon discover, loves to sneak its lessons in the least expected places — often under the soft orange wash of a sunset.
The Encounter
It was a Thursday evening. Loraine had wrapped up a long day of clients — three bootcamp sessions, a nutrition consult, and one overly dramatic influencer who insisted kale was “spiritually toxic.”
She decided to unwind with a slow ride along Tanjong Rhu, her favorite stretch of waterfront in Singapore. The air was cooler than usual, the sky streaked with rose and gold. She cycled lazily, letting the rhythm of her pedals calm her.
That was when she saw him.
A man, sitting on a bench near the water’s edge, elbows on his knees, eyes fixed on the horizon. He wasn’t the usual jogger type. Something about the way he sat — still, deflated — caught her attention.
She coasted to a stop, leaned her bicycle against a lamp post, and hesitated.
Then, against her own “mind-your-own-business” instincts, she walked over.
“Hey,” she ventured. “Would you like to talk about it?”
The man blinked, surprised. Then he gave a small, self-conscious smile. “That obvious, huh?”
“Only as obvious as bad form during squats,” she said lightly.
He laughed — a quiet, rusty laugh that sounded like it hadn’t been used in a while. “Fair enough.”
Eric
His name was Eric Lim. Thirty-one. Software developer. Or rather, former software developer. His company had restructured two weeks ago, and he’d been retrenched.
“To make things poetic,” he added, “my girlfriend dumped me the next day. Apparently, I wasn’t ‘ambitious’ enough.”
Loraine winced. “Ouch. Double knockout.”
“Yeah,” he said. “I guess I’m in my post-match recovery phase.”
They talked for almost an hour — about work, life, how everyone in Singapore seemed to be in a race without a finish line. Loraine was surprised by how easily the conversation flowed.
There was something unguarded about Eric. He wasn’t trying to impress her. He wasn’t even trying to smile through his sadness. He was just… real.
As the sun sank into the water, Loraine said, “You know, you’ll bounce back. Maybe not right away, but you will.”
He smiled faintly. “You sound sure.”
“I’m a trainer,” she said. “I believe in recovery. It’s half the work.”
When she got back on her bike, Eric called out, “Hey, thanks for stopping.”
Loraine waved without turning back. “You’re welcome. Try not to mope too hard.”
Unplanned Repeats
The next evening, she cycled by again — “just coincidence,” she told herself.
And there he was, sitting at the same spot, this time holding a cup of teh peng.
He waved. “Oh no, it’s the motivational trainer again.”
She grinned. “And the sad coder still hasn’t moved on?”
That became their thing.
Loraine started timing her rides so she’d pass Tanjong Rhu near sunset. Sometimes Eric would be there with a snack, other times with a new story — about failed interviews, or funny coding memes she didn’t fully understand.
He was awkward, witty, and quietly thoughtful.
She was disciplined, lively, and allergic to self-pity.
Somehow, their contrasts found rhythm.
One evening, Eric showed up in sports attire. “You said exercise helps, right? Teach me how to stop feeling like expired yogurt.”
She burst out laughing. “Fine. But no complaining.”
The first five minutes of jogging had him gasping like a deflated balloon.
“Remind me why people voluntarily do this?” he panted.
“To live longer,” she said.
“At this rate, I’ll die faster.”
She shook her head, amused. “Okay, we’ll start slower. Baby steps.”
That phrase became their motto: baby steps.
Something Changing
Weeks rolled by.
Eric got a few interview callbacks. He seemed lighter now, more like someone walking toward something rather than away from it.
Loraine noticed the change with quiet pride. But she also noticed something else — that she had changed too.
She’d started looking forward to their conversations, to the way he listened without trying to “fix” her thoughts, or how he noticed little details — like when she switched protein brands or when she tied her hair differently.
He wasn’t just kind; he was attentive.
One evening, after they finished a light run, they sat by the waterfront watching dragon boats slice through the river.
“Can I ask something personal?” Eric said.
“Sure.”
“Why are you so against relationships?”
She hesitated, then shrugged. “I’m not against them. I just… don’t need one. People waste so much energy trying to fit into expectations. I’d rather focus on being useful. You know, helping others, doing good work.”
He nodded. “That’s noble. But maybe it’s not either-or.”
She frowned. “Meaning?”
“Maybe being with someone doesn’t make you less of who you are. Maybe it’s like cross-training — you develop different muscles.”
Loraine chuckled. “Trust you to turn love into a fitness metaphor.”
“Hey, I’m learning from the best,” he said, grinning.
Something in his tone made her heart stutter — a feeling she hadn’t felt in years.
Storm Season
A few days later, it rained. Hard.
Loraine considered skipping her ride, but habit won. She went out anyway, raincoat and all.
When she reached Tanjong Rhu, Eric was there under the pavilion, holding two takeaway cups of kopi.
“You’re crazy,” he said, laughing as she parked her bike, drenched.
“I could say the same. You waited?”
“Couldn’t let my coach ride alone in a thunderstorm.”
They sat together, watching the rain hammer the river. The city skyline shimmered through the mist like a watercolor painting.
Eric’s voice softened. “You know, I used to think I needed to prove myself to be happy. Get promoted, earn more, be ‘somebody.’ But lately, I just want peace. And… conversations like this.”
Loraine stared at the rain. “I get that. I thought love was a distraction. But maybe I just didn’t want to risk… slowing down.”
“Maybe slowing down is the point,” he said.
There was silence, the kind that didn’t need filling. Then she said, almost a whisper, “You’re messing with my worldview, you know.”
He smiled. “Good. I owe you at least one life lesson.”
A New Definition
By the time the rain eased, something between them had shifted — not romantic fireworks, but a calm certainty, like a steady pulse.
They didn’t rush into anything.
Instead, they grew — side by side.
Eric rebuilt his confidence, eventually landing a job at a small but promising tech startup.
Loraine expanded her fitness classes into a wellness brand, inspired by her conversations with him about “emotional fitness.”
When she launched her new program — “Stronger Inside Out” — Eric helped her build the app.
“Guess we’re co-trainers now,” he said one evening, adjusting a logo on his laptop.
“Co-trainers,” she repeated, smiling. “Not bad.”
Sometimes he’d show up early for her sessions, pretending to “help set up mats,” but really just to chat before the crowd came.
They weren’t dating, not officially. But the connection was undeniable — easy, grounded, real.
The Second Sunset
Months later, they returned to that same bench at Tanjong Rhu where it all began.
Eric brought along two cups of coconut water.
Loraine leaned her bike against the rail, the evening breeze brushing her face.
“Feels strange,” she said, “how everything changed and nothing did.”
“Yeah,” he agreed. “Except now, you let yourself slow down.”
She smiled. “Maybe I needed to meet someone who didn’t rush me.”
The sky was melting into shades of gold and lavender.
Eric turned to her. “So, Loraine Tan — still not interested in dating?”
She tilted her head. “Let’s just say… I’m open to meaningful partnerships. With strong emotional core muscles.”
He laughed. “Is that a proposal or a fitness challenge?”
“Maybe both,” she said with a grin.
And as the sun dipped below the skyline, the air filled with quiet warmth — not the blazing kind that burns fast, but the steady glow that stays, even after the day ends.
Epilogue: Love, Redefined
Loraine still believed in self-sufficiency. She still worked out daily, ran her classes, chased her goals. But she’d learned something new — that love didn’t have to mean losing yourself. Sometimes, it meant finding more of yourself in someone else’s company.
And so, every now and then, when the sun set at Tanjong Rhu, she and Eric would sit by the water — not to plan or promise, but simply to be.
Because the strongest people aren’t the ones who never need anyone. They’re the ones who know how to stand tall — and still reach out a hand when the world asks softly, “Would you like to talk about it?”
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Saturday, October 25, 2025
The Ultimate Steps to Finding Happiness: Why It’s About the Journey, Not Happyland
Have you been playing hide-and-seek with happiness lately? Does happiness still elude you even if you are not living in a challenging eternal environment?
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| Photo by MI PHAM on Unsplash |
Maybe what you need to delve into then is your internal operating system. While you are at it, please stop comparing yourself with other people who seem so happy and have it all; you never actually know what that they may be coping with -- potentially greater struggles than your own. The difference could well be how they have managed to cope and deal with the negatives in their state of mind to focus on doing on what makes them happy.
Click here for The Art Of True Happiness: 5 Simple Ways To Live A Happy, Peaceful Life which is outlined as follows:
1. Be clear about what you value.
2. Make a list of things that align with those values.
3. Look for things to do that will allow for connection or meaning.
4. Cultivate the qualities you have identified as important.
5. Be mindful when you're caught in a trap of negative thoughts.
There is more for your refreshing in the following article generated using ChatGPT to help you redefine happiness and undo your unhappiness.
🌈 The Ultimate Steps to Finding Happiness
Because the Journey IS the Destination
“Happiness is not a place you arrive at, but a way you travel.”— Anonymous (and probably smiling when they said it)
We’ve all dreamt of Happyland — that elusive place where everything finally makes sense, your inbox is empty, your jeans fit perfectly, and sunsets applaud your existence.
But here’s the twist: Happyland is a myth.
Real happiness doesn’t wait for you at the finish line — it happens on the way there.
So, ready to wise up, lighten up, and live it up?
Let’s unpack The Ultimate Steps to Finding Happiness, one joyful stride at a time.
🌞 Step 1: Redefine Happiness — It’s a Verb, Not a Noun
Happiness isn’t something you get; it’s something you do. It’s active, not passive. Think of it as a daily verb: to happify.
💡 Try This Today:
Ask yourself every morning, “What can I do today that makes me feel alive — even for five minutes?”
Then go do it. Sing off-key. Dance like you own the kitchen. Text that friend who makes you laugh.
Pro tip: Happiness is rarely scheduled. It sneaks in through spontaneity.
🧠 Step 2: Declutter the Mind — Delete Mental Junk Files
Your brain’s storage fills up fast — with worry tabs, regret folders, and endless “what-if” pop-ups.
Time for a mental spring-clean.
💡 The 3-Step Mind Reset:
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Write down three things bugging you.
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Cross out what you can’t control.
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For what remains — take one small action today.
You’ll be amazed how much lighter your mind feels when it’s not running outdated emotional software.
🌸 Step 3: Practice Daily Gratitude (Even When You Don’t Feel Like It)
Gratitude doesn’t ignore pain — it reframes it.
It whispers, “Even here, something is good.”
💡 The 3×3 Formula:
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3 things you’re thankful for.
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3 people who matter.
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3 good things that happened today.
Write them down, feel them, own them. Neuroscience shows it literally rewires your brain for joy.
“Gratitude turns what we have into enough.” — Aesop
🏃 Step 4: Move the Body, Move the Mind
You can’t think your way to happiness if your body feels stagnant.
Movement floods your system with endorphins — the brain’s natural “smile hormones.”
💡 Energy Boost Hacks:
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Stretch for 2 minutes between tasks.
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Walk meetings instead of sit-downs.
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Blast your favourite song and dance like a dork.
Momentum breeds motivation — and happiness loves momentum.
🌍 Step 5: Learn the Art of Micro-Adventures
Adventure doesn’t require airfare — only curiosity.
Novelty sparks dopamine, your “feel-good explorer” chemical.
💡 Micro-Adventure Ideas:
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Take a new route home.
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Order the weirdest thing on the menu.
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Go tech-free for one evening and rediscover analog life.
Each tiny detour keeps your soul awake — and your happiness fresh.
🌬️ Step 6: Build Your Circle of Oxygen
Some people fill your lungs with joy. Others, well... drain your air supply.
Choose wisely whom you breathe around.
💡 Do a Joy Audit:
Make two lists:
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People who energize you.
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People who exhaust you.
Spend more time with the first group. Limit the second (with grace, not guilt).
“You are the average of the five people you spend the most time with.” — Jim Rohn
Choose your five like your happiness depends on it — because it does.
🌱 Step 7: Fall in Love with Becoming
You are not a finished product; you’re a beautiful work-in-progress.
When you stop chasing perfection and start embracing progress, happiness stops being a goal and becomes your companion.
💡 Reflect Weekly:
Ask, “What have I learned, improved, or overcome lately?”
Every small evolution deserves celebration. Growth is gratitude in motion.
🌤️ The Paradigm Shift: Happiness Is a Compass, Not a Destination
When you stop asking, “Am I there yet?” and start asking, “Am I growing, loving, and learning?”, you find joy even in the detours.
Because happiness isn’t about having everything — it’s about appreciating the everything you have.
“The happiest people don’t have the best of everything; they make the best of everything they have.” — Unknown
So go ahead: roll down the metaphorical window, turn up your life’s playlist, and enjoy the breeze.
You’re not heading to Happyland — you’re already on Happy Road. 🌻
✨ Takeaway Box — Your Daily Happiness Mini-Checklist
✅ Do one small thing that excites you.
✅ Declutter one thought that drains you.
✅ Move your body for at least 10 minutes.
✅ Thank three people or things.
✅ Smile — even if for no reason.
Do this daily, and happiness will stop being something you seek… and start being something you embody.
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Snippets of Singapore and Singaporeans (25 October 2025)
Here are some refreshing wares brought about by a collaboration between Starbucks Singapore and WHENIWASFOUR called "Heartland Harmony: Sip, Share & Celebrate Moments that Matter".
The blurb on the label reads, "WHENIWASFOUR is a Singaporean design studio and label. Their designs draw inspiration from the ordinary, transforming everyday moments into a playground for creativity.
WHENIWASFOUR captures the essence of Singaporeans who cherish a balanced lifestyle filled with simple happiness and enjoyment.
This story focuses on the spirit of community, amidst celebrations and everyday interactions. Whether it is uncles playing a game of chess or the adorable Starbucks🅡Bearista connecting with a kopi uncle, it captures the warmth of Singapore's multicultural heartlands, emphasizing unity and togetherness."
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For your further refreshing, here are some clips on happenings in Singapore and Singaporeans.
Click here for They Told Us Not to Drive Into Singapore… But We Did It Anyway (F1 Grand Prix).
Click here for These Singaporean Bikers After 45 Countries: "Let's Rekindle Our Kampung Spirit" | Dear Singapore.
Click here for Race Highlights | 2025 Singapore Grand Prix.
Click here for Everything You Didn't Know About Woodlands | Singapore Hour.
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Sunday, October 19, 2025
Short Story: Much Ado About Breakfast
The following is a ChatGPT-generated short story for your refreshing anytime of the day.
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| Image credits: ChatGPT |
Every Saturday morning without fail, Adeline and her parents would take their usual spot at Ah Seng Coffeeshop, the kind of old-school place where the ceiling fans hum louder than the traffic outside and the kaya toast is still spread by hand.
They were a noisy bunch — the kind that made the next table chuckle just by overhearing them. Her father, Uncle Raymond, had his half-boiled eggs mastered to an art; her mother, Auntie May, sipped her kopi C with the regal grace of a coffee connoisseur; and Adeline, ever the modern millennial, scrolled her phone between bites of toast.
It was all routine — until they noticed him.
A man, about fifty, looking like he had jogged off a midlife crisis and come out the other side rather well. Always in neatly pressed shirts, a wristwatch that caught the morning sun, and an easy calm about him. He’d sit two tables away, always alone, always with the same breakfast: kaya toast, kopi-O, two eggs — just like them.
But more than once, Adeline caught him glancing her way. Not the creepy kind, but… the curious kind.
“Mummy,” she whispered one morning, stirring her egg with exaggerated nonchalance. “That uncle keep looking at me again.”
Her mother raised an eyebrow, half amused. “Aiyoh, maybe he thinks you look like his niece lah.”
Her father, ever the joker, leaned in. “Or maybe he’s thinking to upgrade to a younger model!”
“Mum! Dad!” Adeline rolled her eyes, though she was laughing too.
“Eh, can lah,” her father teased. “Nowadays age gap no problem one. Maybe he’s rich, you marry him, can retire your old man early!”
“Please,” Adeline said, pretending to gag. “He’s, what, fifty? That’s like dating a secondary school principal.”
“Don’t underestimate uncles,” her mother chimed in, tapping her spoon on the saucer. “Uncles got stability, maturity, CPF, and no more drama.”
“But also backache, cholesterol, and early bedtime,” Adeline fired back. “I want someone who can go for late-night movies, not someone who falls asleep after Channel 8 News.”
Their laughter filled the coffeeshop, even Ah Seng behind the counter cracked a grin.
Weeks passed, and the mysterious uncle kept showing up. Always the same glance, the same quiet smile if their eyes met. Then one Saturday, he finally approached their table, holding his cup of kopi like a peace offering.
“Excuse me,” he said politely. “Sorry if I’ve made you uncomfortable. I just wanted to ask — are you by any chance Adeline Tan?”
Adeline blinked. “Uh… yes?”
He smiled wider. “I thought so. I’m Mr. Lim. My son — Caleb — is studying in Melbourne. He told me to look out for you. You were his group mate during his internship, right?”
“Oh! Caleb Lim?” Adeline’s face lit up. “Yes! We worked together last year!”
Her parents exchanged looks, and Adeline suddenly realised what had just happened.
Mr. Lim chuckled. “He keeps telling me, ‘Pa, if you see Adeline, say hello for me.’ But every time I see you here, I don’t want to be abrupt. Later you think I’m some weird uncle.”
Her father nearly choked on his kopi. “We did think that, actually!”
Her mother burst out laughing. “We even discussed whether you were trying to hit on our daughter!”
Mr. Lim laughed too, shaking his head. “Aiyo, no lah. I already married for twenty-five years. My wife would hit me if she hears that.”
They all laughed till their sides hurt.
And that’s how, over kaya toast and eggs, Adeline learned that sometimes life’s funniest misunderstandings start with a glance and end with a good story.
Two months later, when Caleb flew home from Melbourne, the Tans and the Lims all met again — same coffeeshop, same table, same laughter.
This time, though, it was Caleb who kept stealing glances.
And Adeline? She pretended not to notice… but her parents definitely did.
Snippets of Singapore and Singaporeans (19 October 2025)
When you think of Ferrero Rocher, you would most likely envisage a pyramid-stacked or box of chocolate-cum-hazelnut round nuggets wrapped elegantly and individually with golden aluminium foil.
With innovation, creativity and marketing genius, yet another winner -- Ferrero Rocher Origins, has been created and voted as one of the "Product of the Year" 2025 by Singapore consumers.
"Tradition is like a bow. The more we stretch the bowstring, the farther we can throw the arrows of modernity and innovation." – Giovanni Ferrero, 2018.
Click here for the full list of winners of Product of the Year 2025 as voted by Singapore consumers.
For your further refreshing, here are some articles and clips on life in Singapore and Singaporeans.
Click here for The potter of Bedok who started his dream studio at an HDB void deck.
Click here for How Artists Turned Pearl's Hill Terrace Into Singapore's Coolest Spot | Singapore Hour.
Click here for The opera-singing 'TikTok uncle' whose videos are viewed by millions including Laufey and Paris Hilton.
Click here for Sentosa: Singapore’s Most Luxurious ‘Neighbourhood'? | Singapore Hour.
Click here for This 76-Year-Old Grandpa Does Calisthenics Better Than You.
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