What bread and butter issue? She went to London and worked in well established firms. Even when she did retail sales it was in Harrods not a sales promoter for 3-in-3 coffee in NTUC supermarket.
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How LKY changed my life
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She has to be in sinkapore ...that's why she gave up her job with the Review. What was she supposed to do? Promote 5-in-5 NTUC coffee? Of course she would take up a job in her field that pays much more than the promoter job.
Not everyone can fight like JBJ or CSJ or run away like Francis and Tey.
Remember these were the days before The New Paper but yeah the advert was a bit "In yer face". Hard to miss! LOL!
Maybe it's a clean massage joint for the entire family?
LKY changed my life ...I curse at the PAP all the time.
1st November 1973, Thursday
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Six of Singapore most well-known Discos (discotheques) were ordered to shut down while severe restrictions were imposed on all others. The Ministry of Culture said the Boiler Room in Mandarin Hotel, Pink Pussycat in Prince’s Hotel Garni, Barbarella in Ming Court, Lost Horizon in Shangri-la Hotel, the Pub in Marco Hotel and Rasa Sayang at the Tropicana night club had the worst record for drug abuses between 1971 and September 1973. All other discos had to abide by a list of restrictions including: no dim or psychedelic lights, no hippie-type images, and no admission for males with long hair.
http://sg.pagenation.com/?p=323
If you spend all your time cursing, it's small wonder you're such a miserable wretch.
You pray, I curse. What's the difference? Am I miserable? Venting is psychologically healthy. To live with illusion will only drive you to your grave when reality sets in.
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