The year began with a small island obsessed with sex and numbers and, well, we still are, aren't we?
With the New Year approaching, I've picked out the highlights of 2013 and the stories that grabbed, tickled and infuriated us (and that was just the haze)
A White Paper was published and we all ran for the hills.
All right, we ran for Bukit Timah Hill shouting: "69! 69! We don't want 69!"
I wondered what we were protesting against until I realised we were screaming 6.9.
The Government announced a population target of 6.9 million by 2030.
Initially, I struggled to see what all the fuss was about.
There are more than 6.9 million people at City Hall MRT every morning.
Residents revolted. We foamed at the mouth.
We posted comments on Facebook. We went nuts.
We won't tolerate confined spaces and crowds unless there is a Hello Kitty doll involved.
In the end, the 6.9m figure was watered down to a guideline, not a target.
There will not be 6.9 million people in Singapore... except outside a Singapore Pools outlet during the Chinese New Year draws.
Singapore was allegedly revealed to be the engine that drives international football matchfixing. Apparently, we breed match fixers faster than we breed babies (we should change the target to 6.9 million match fixers.)
Match fixer Wilson Raj Perumal and Dan Tan Seet Eng became names familiar to millions across the world.
Before they came along, Singapore was known for Raffles Hotel, Singapore Sling and being in China.
Now, Singapore's match fixers are on the front and back pages of major newspapers across the world... except Singapore.
Apart from The New Paper, much of local media relegated Singapore's global match-fixing scandal behind another much bigger story of the day - such as new local bus routes planned.
Everyone was talking about sex-for-grades.
I heard so many taxi drivers say: "Eh, ang moh, what you think about sex for grades, ah,?"
I wasn't sure if they were discussing news events or making a sales pitch.
Initially, my puerile response was: "Sex for grades? Seems like a fair swap."
That's a childish, irresponsible comment, I know, but you've never met my French teacher.
She was my first teenage crush.