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not gonna post my own $HYPE upnl, but i will post these. congrats to everyone that believed 🤝

it's been awhile

hype to $150 at some point in the future seems like a foregone conclusion now the only question remaining is, if the entire market shits the bed, how much cheaper do you get to buy it?

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The crux of this issue is language, culture, and thought - not money or space. The language that Singaporean culture is built on worships the idea of fiat progress as the main goal. As such, everything is viewed within the lens of "bank account go up/down". When a society has calcified into this belief, no amount of monetary spending by the government can solve the issue. They are in a deadlock with themselves, with the beast that Temasek Inc. created. Fundamental policy issues have led to this, be it the language campaigns that got rid of dialects and uprooted current generations from being able to connect with their past (another driver for low birth rates), to the "Stop at Two" campaign. We are a majority Han country - as such, we are +10 IQ, +10 social conformity, -10 risk taking -10 love/happiness/romance (we have a deficit in the genes for soul and expression). Inevitably the other races like the Malays and Indians get dragged into our psychological orbit by osmosis, and the continued push of inflation and modernity's obsession with more leads to the decreasing of birth rates. Religion and faith are big drivers of desiring children and increasing the birth rate. However, the secular religious experiment of Singapore has largely failed, with the implicit religion of our nation being the rat race and a chase for more and more. The reason why the Malays are more impervious to the devil's trickery is partially the lower average IQ, but also the deep connection they have to their extended families. The Chinese have far less familial connections, and are more isolated as a race. While the majority of top-performing Indians in our nation are Christian/Catholics, they too are buying the belief that education above all else creates a society that views children as a penalty and punishment. There are multiple ways to fix the birth rates, we might call it, "The Fertility Question", to nod at previous visionaries. A radical reset of a universal endowment would incentivise a brief spike, but ultimately would fall as inflation continues to reduce the value of such a bonus. Women are the deciders of which male genes are passed down to the next generation. In the case of the high-IQ Singaporean female, university educated (foreign uni, if upper-middle class) - to find a male suitable of reproduction is a fool's errand. 2 years of NS hampers their economic standing, and by the time they have caught up and begin to fulfil their potential (early/late 30s) - the damage is already done. The idea of the "wall" for births as well persists due to our ministers being specialized organisms, like worker ants specified to simply trim one part of the poplar tree, while other ants fulfil their roles in the anthill. A reasonable man, with an open enough mind, would understand that today, women in our nation WILL give birth in the right circumstances, and HE has to create those circumstances - but we are not governed by reasonable men. We are governed by the ghost of a dictator watching over the shoulder of menial laborers, where their thought processes revolve around election numbers and approval, and not the Will To Power. The Iron Rice Bowl produces rot over time, because when grains continually appear for the holder - they do not wash the mold, the dirt, the detritus from it. The wall is reversible, women can have families deep into their 40s-50s with the right technology and health guidance, but our medical system is so fossilised that to even suggest this might get you thrown into IMH. All of our current problems can be fixed - it is that we are trapped in a loop that refuses to fix them for the psychological price to pay is too much. The inability to go against the tribe is why we are where we are. So many policies could be enacted overnight to begin boosting birth rates. For one, the shaming of wealth for the masses must begin. Plutocrats and wise merchants will know it is not for them - there is always a loophole for the mercantile man! But the only way Chinese-based societies move is through negative feedback loops. Undoubtedly, this can change, BUT we are in dire times. If a family, a man, a woman, is unmarried and without child and has ample resources, he must be maligned and mocked more than the NSF with no means or power. We must raise up the value of children and families, we must hold up the ideals of sacrifice, of building for the future higher. A complete radical shift of culture and thought must take place to solve this issue otherwise, more radical solutions (female immigration visas) will have to take place. The Great Replacement in Singapore is already at hand. I am shocked that the government does not consider raising the population of Whites in the nation from where it is now, to an enclave that rivals the Indians and Malays. The West is largely still out of order, and may only repair itself in the coming decade. This gives us 5-10 years to easily immigrate the English speaking, higher-earning, more risk-taking population that has escaped out of Europe, and undoubtedly some will be hypergamous men leaving us with plenty of Eurasians. But no matter - the state can and easily will take care of these kids. We have the reserves. Much better to spend them on bastard children than to lose them in another FTX scenario. There are also huge pockets of the world where 2nd/3rd world nations with genetic material compatible with Singapore's society exist. The concept of a female immigration visa will inevitably become a parliamentary debate in 10-15 years (Hoeflatoor frontruns as per usual, again), because of Singapore's soft power growing alongside Chinamaxxing and our modern airport, our safe streets, our stable society. We seek to hand out more PRs next year. Why not open the floodgates and bring in a swathe of women from Central/Eastern Europe where their GDP per capita is a fraction of ours? Why not bring in the South American women, whose bodies are built for a tropical climate and thus far more relaxed than our Hansect majority? We have already transmorgified into a globalistic society that was not the case 60 years ago. We might as well go the whole damn mile. A close friend of mine married a Mexican - I have never seen a happier (and fattening) man thus far. If we accept that our society must be moulded, let's go all the way. True eugenics. True world-making. Huxley and Darwin would be proud. This solves the male/female dynamic where the man has to have more earning power, introduces a more open genome into the Singaporean bloodstream, and the subsequent mix may even bring forth the next LKY level genius to bring our nation forward. But this sort of solution is mocked and laughed at, said impossible - but still, the birth rates continue to drop. No innovation. No progress. No real thought. Loops upon loops upon loops. In a way, our governmental system functions like a swarm of LLMs repeating each other's prompts to each other, and the hallucinations are beginning. The issue of a Han-based society is that the women judge on finances and power, not on soft skills and romance. A Hokkien businessman will spend 100k on a sugar baby that does nothing for him, when $300 in Brazil would have bought him love that his soul has never experienced. This is also why the first airline to bridge South America and Asia will cause an existential crisis to the women of Singapore - an average Carioca woman commands far more love and affection than our local cbs could. It would be like letting loose a pack of ravenous dingos into an island of dodos. Considering how we walk as a society, with our hips, waists, and backs locked in existential, psychological pain - it is what it is. When a culture cannot reproduce, the culture has failed. We are a tiny nation teetering on the brink of extinction, and our rulers do not understand the ways in which we can fix it, albeit with out-of-the-box thinking. But the Singaporean politician cannot think out of the box - he does not even know the box exists! The Truman Show, but on Oxley Road. The Kiasu mind and its consequences have been a disaster for the Singaporean people. Because we live in fear, we cannot reproduce. We are trapped on a tiny island, where our cost of living continues to creep ever higher, where we are gaslit into believing we have one of the greatest passports on the planet, yet the average sinkie cannot leave. A humid hellscape where if you lift a finger to express anger at the uber-rich, you will be hung. A man turned into a docile pig, walking a cage lined by trees imported from Brazil. Yet LKY was already replacing the flora with other tropical organisms. He knew! Why not we simply start bringing in the fauna as well. So simple. So genius. Yet, so maligned and misunderstood (me). For a population to reproduce, it must believe that a better future exists or that they are reproducing to outlive an enemy. Yin and Yang. But our politicians have bought climate change hook, line, and sinker, letting its devious claws hook into the younger populace - I don't want to have kids, the environment! The space! The money! The population is not to blame, nor are the women - the blame is on the cultural system as a whole, the organism, the way it thinks and speaks. We have cast a spell on ourselves, where we believe that the only form of success is climbing up the ladder. That is the only form of success, our children turning into PSLE top scorers. We do not view life as sanctimonious and beauty and an obligation to bring forth - it is to be feared, to be worried about, to be stressed over. This trapped mindset is why we cannot breed. Too much higher thinking for the future, not enough relaxing and enjoyment to make love, to conceive, to dream of better days and nights. Increasing female dating competition will force the lowering of standards and cultural shift (female immigration) - but unlikely. Changing our cultural dialectic towards children, towards the idea of "success" as a whole will solve the issue - but unlikely. We are staring at the iceberg of death on our tiny ship, charging towards it ever closer, and the clock is ticking. To fight against the tide of a psychological mass of millions is nigh impossible. It will require a Man of Superior Will to turn the odds. I shall pray for us all today. God be with you!

@yusoffkim sounds like she was a wonderful person RIP

hi im usually not the kind of person but anyway My mom passed away recently. she was the person that got me into trading When i was young we were really poor. She took a yolo on a house we couldnt afford, sold it to a private developer, and used the profits to pay off all our debts She gave me my first finance book (rich dad poor dad lol) and made me digest everything inside it. Since i could remember, she always asked what I would do with my first million, even when we didnt have two digits in the bank. When the russian ruble tanked during the invasion, she went turbo long and made off with a bunch. She never really spent it. She went for an upgrading course at the ripe old age of 55 to learn how to buy and sell distressed houses. Definition of 5x a year there's free money on the floor. She read every day and introduced me to hundreds of books and larger than life figures that shape how I think today. She challenged me at every decision, not because she liked it, but because she wanted me to be better. She encouraged me in all my passions (except art lmao, she's asian after all), and never asked me to confirm to anything society asked of me. So I guess, cheers mom. Thanks a bunch, and thanks for the memories. I'll try my best from here on out. Anyway, here's the flower she named herself after. She liked fruits and kimchi, and pink. Very girly woman.

@niggachandesu fuck me

down tremendously rn the pirate anime website that i use got shut down today didn't even get to save my watchlist

@graciehartie it's expensive. but he's also pumping the highest tier of petrol which costs about 25% more than regular fuel the "every day hard working person" is not supposed to afford v-power petrol for their $500,000 lambo lol

@graciehartie idk what point he's trying to make tbh seems like he's just finding an excuse to flex his car in the video

retired retire tired tard tarded retarded

@naniXBT some things are better left unsaid. recommend no more statements like these, for the sake of the people, our industry (and our sex lives)

@blknoiz06 wtf ansem got hacked by denzel

@hoeflatoor smlj

You could get DSA into RI, then RJC, then Harvard scholarship then get a high-earning corporate job. Jestermaxx out a mid SMU psychology girl that's 1/4 Peranakan but still looks Chinese enough for your mother's approval. Get married and accept she's going to gain 15kg of extra bodyweight after 3 kids. Put your salary and savings into crypto, NVDA and TSLA early and flip your bloodline from mid-tier Sinkie Chinese to New Money Sinkie. Get a nice GCB and hire a 7/10 Indo maid named Dewi that you occasionally sniff the scent off down the hallway but don't touch because you're a Good Christian Man. Send your kids to international school so they don't have a sinkie accent and are raised as part of the new elite and not the permanent grab driver underclass. Hate your wife for giving you a daughter first but you have two sons (one seems gay because you argued with her too many times while she was pregnant) so at least the bloodline is somewhat secured. You've been racist enough at the dinner table that he probably won't fall for a brown girl and will bring home one that's yellow or white. The marriage falls into a loop of presenting niceties to your church community and colleagues, but you sleep in separate bedrooms. Except when there's friends staying over, then the middle of the bed remains cold and frigid, your wife's body and yours left untouched with separate duvets. Your only heterosexual son chooses to leave Singapore for Australia after he couldn't get into a good university and you sent him to Perth and he fell in love with an Aussie libtard barista with purple dyed hair. Half her family are bogans that you met on a road trip to Margaret River where you spent 70% of it deeply intoxicated due to work stress while your son drove you from BnB to BnB. You don't understand his fascination with angmoh women but his gf dyed her hair back to brunette out of courtesy and you begin to have a normal relationship with your potential daughter-in-law. She even laughs at you saying she uses chopsticks well. Your biological daughter hates that you detested her for being female and changed pronouns after you sent her to New York for a liberal arts degree. She seeks to inherit your estate but you're not sure how that will work with the Mandate of Heaven. Your gay son moved to the YooKay and sends you text tirades of how much he detests your wealth but the only way he doesn't block you is giving him a stipend to pay off his overpriced Kensington flat each month. At least he never dated a Malay boy, you whisper, as you hear your wife blowing her nose from chronic hypothyroidism after the years of a loveless marriage. Thank God for separate bedrooms, you say. Your wealth generates enough interest to sustain several sugar babies. You read about Melvin Lim getting busted in his office and laugh at his terrible opsec. No one knows about the Vietnamese, Russian, and Thai mistresses, you think to yourself as you stare at the ceiling on your Tempurpedic that you got at a discount at King Koil. Your cute Indo maid that's a single mother, you've visited her daughter's kampung close to the Ring of Fire and even left her enough money to pay for her entire primary schooling. You've still never touched Dewi as a good Singaporean Man. But there's a bit of mould in your room even though it's worth millions. You'll call the contractor tomorrow. The lines on your forehead that weren't there when you first got your money seem to be getting deeper each day. You've got a longevity expert that says your vitals are fine yet your heart remains filled with a sense of emptiness. You age. Decades pass. Your gay son somehow discovered Ray Peat when he went to a sauna gathering in East London and reverted to heterosexuality. Turns out it was just the parasites and unfiltered tap water. He looksmaxxed and somehow seems to be a better inheritor of the estate than both the lesbian daughter and your first son. Your first son has been hit by the Norwood Reaper but at least his Eurasian kids are cute and get preferential treatment in Singapore. You suspect your Golden Rice Bowl might be ripped to shreds when you finally pass. Your ex-colleagues and business network look at your grandchildren with jealousy as they go home to their robot harems, devoid of human company. The new Scarlett Johansson model just came out, and the Chinese bootleg has self-cleaning genitals. They've released a new Neuralink update that simulates the peace and quiet of a GCB even if you're in 2-room HDB in Aljunied so you're kind of worried that the GCB might be worth nothing in several decades. But that's still in the future. You're 88 now and they're projecting life expectancy to be 200. You just might make it. But now your children start to clamour for your estate and their pound of flesh. The mistresses you have stay the same age, while you pay a specialist to smuggle Chinese peptides from Bangkok to Singapore. Your favorite Indo maid is now a grandmother. Her daughter became a single mother and took over the housecleaning in the GCB, while her mother does the cooking. She's older now but she's still the round-eyed, sweet-scented brown woman that looked at you with love, understanding and sadness after the hundredth argument with your wife about money and happiness. You treat Dewi's daughter better than your angmoh daughter in law and your wrinkled, longsuffering wife wonders why CNY reunion dinners are always so quiet even with wagyu sashimi, caviar kueh pie tee and abalone yusheng on the dinner table. At least the grandchildren still talk to you. It's 2100. You've outlived your wife. The funeral is ornate, elaborate, and you shed a single tear watching the pearl white robots wheel her casket into Mandai crematorium. It's time, you say. Time to have the life I always wanted beyond all this, you quietly whisper as you hear your grandchildren crying. You pay for a jailbroken Claude Opus hybrid agent that's connected to a nanorobot quantum mechasuit to quietly bequeth most of your wealth to your lesbian daughter as she was the one that proved her business acumen. Artificial wombs became mainstream, so all your children did secure the bloodline with your bags of fiat. But you realize your sons could never live up to your shadow, and thus - you choose to leave them in the darkness of their human fragility. But you've secretly slipped Dewi life extension pills for all these years. Her telomeres remain long, her vitals still youthful. On a quiet night before Christmas, you write a letter to your daughter detailing the steps to protect the Rice Bowl. For your sons, you leave them both 30 pieces of silver each. For your grandkids, their future is safe. It's time to go. Dewi steps into the robot mechasuit with you as it transforms into a nuclear powered submarine. Nanorobots. The power of a thousand suns is finally in the palm of your hand. Off the coast of Pulau Ubin, the both of you descend into the ocean's depths, in search of worlds unknown. Free at last, you say. Free at last. You could do this all. But you will not.

@hoeflatoor so sweet ah. ok next year

@nazeoppa I askew in DMs if I can visit so I can gib leh… nvm I try to see u before too late… mandate of kopitiam…

> collected $456 in angpau money > passed all the money to my mom because she wanted new notes > can hear them complaining in the other room asking why my relatives gave me $20 less than my siblings is this the real world equivalent of complaining after getting a free airdrop?

@hoeflatoor hen nan ah ljb nv even jio to bainian 💀

@nazeoppa U never visit LJB… u come come bai nian I gib Lor… but never see ur face how to gib… pls explain dis logic…

@hoeflatoor basket why nv give me

@nazeoppa I am at least -1k from Ang Pao gibs this year… LJB cannot be stingy even in bear mkt lah… not $50 at least v paiseh… knn…

@hoeflatoor +2

Claude, put Alexandra Daddario in Dune. Remove all Zendaya scenes. Make no mistakes.

@XtineFang nice pic

happy chinese new year! 新年快乐