Donald Trump has brokered a 10-day ceasefire between Israel and Lebanon, which is basically the geopolitical equivalent of a "cooling-off period" for a toxic couple screaming in an HDB corridor.

While the world celebrates, Singaporeans are skeptical because a 10-day truce is shorter than a standard reservist high-key cycle and significantly more useless.

Netanyahu is demanding Hezbollah disarms before the timer hits zero, a request as delusional as expecting your SME boss to say "thank you" without being a total cb.

Trump is treating this peace deal like a Shopee flash sale, hoping to distract everyone from the fact that 10 days isn't even enough time to clear your annual leave.

The soldiers on both sides are likely using this brief window to go home, look at their screaming kids, and realize they actually miss the peace and quiet of an active war zone.

Local analysts suggest this truce has the structural integrity of a wet Sheng Siong plastic bag holding four bottles of Tiger beer.

By the eleventh day, the rockets will start flying again, and the sole outcome will be Trump’s orange ego swelling to the size of a small moon.

It’s a classic tactical pause: stop the carnage just long enough for everyone to have a quick wank and reload for the season finale.