Nothing says "I have zero personality" quite like queuing three hours for a $17.90 bowl of crab roe noodles in a humid shopping mall.

Local Sinkies are currently vibrating with excitement at the prospect of winning KFC-branded streetwear, finally achieving their lifelong dream of looking like a literal bucket of fried thighs.

Meanwhile, desperate office workers in Tai Seng are celebrating "alcohol on tap" for $0.36, because numbing the existential dread of a soul-crushing 9-to-6 has never been more affordable.

At Paragon, people who haven't seen sunlight since the last transport fare hike are paying $14.90 for a single meat skewer, convinced that "premium Jeju pork" will fill the void where their self-esteem used to be.

If shoving a Gula Melaka ice cream cake down your throat doesn't fix your crumbling marriage, absolutely nothing will.

Enjoy your weekend of overpriced mediocrity, you consumerist sheep.