By Sheryl Gwee (18A01D)
You’ve heard these phrases thrown around—hollered across canteen tables, muttered in lecture halls. You’ve probably used quite a few of them yourself, being an active participant in school culture. Maybe, at some point in time, you’ve even wondered, “Why ‘fam’? What’s that all about? Where’d that come from?”
By Asfar Alim (18S03J) and Chung Sohyun (18A13A)
Scrolling through our social media feeds, most of us, at some point, would have come across various “motivational” quotes on happiness. Framed against aesthetic wallpapers ranging from pastel watercolour splashes to butterflies poised on a delicate flower, these quotes often draw thousands of likes and shares, as they supposedly inspire us with their attractive messages. But often, these quotes are too pretty to be true; in reality, some can be highly misleading.
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By Lee Chin Wee (14A01B)
What do Raffles alumni do in their free time after graduation?
Aside from two years of compulsory National Service for the guys, we end up getting involved in all sorts of activities: from studying till 2 am in the university library to fretting about getting the right internships so that Future You can pay rent and feed himself, post-JC life is just so fun.
When I’m not scraping together a living or curating my Instagram feed, I’m rehearsing for an independent production. It’s no Hamilton or Book of Mormon, but it promises to be great fun – it’s titled “How Sharper than a Serpent’s Tooth”, and is an irreverent parody of the Shakespearean classic, King Lear.
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By Calista Chong (18A01A), with guest writer Sophie Low (18S07A)
After a laborious week of (and a month studying for) CTs, our real respite came in the form of Youth Day. What better way to spend it than to go food hunting? The reviewers visited two different soft serve places, Brother Bird and Matchaya, which were conveniently located around the same area.
By Soh Ying Qi (18A01C)
My mother, a staunch believer in the value of a Chinese education, has all but given up on trying to convert me. A few years ago, she decided everyone in the house needed to speak more Mandarin; the following weeks were a constant clash of cultures, during which I spoke to her only in English and she reciprocated by replying in Mandarin. This kept up for ages, until eventually I must have worn her down: I don’t remember the last time I said something to her in anything other than English.
