I went to a rage room and smashed up a bunch of stuff and it was amazing

A wooden bat, a pile of fragile objects and thirty minutes of pure catharsis.

That's the idea behind Southeast Asia's first ever rage room, The Fragment Room, which opened recently in Singapore.

The room is meant to act as an outlet for those who are stressed, angry, or simply want to break stuff.

For $26, you get a crate of breakable objects, including champagne glasses and wine bottles that you can swing at or fling at the wall,to your heart's content for 30 minutes. For $156, you get unlimited crates, and 60 minutes in the room.

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When I visited, I was given a set of white overalls, a helmet and a sturdy pair of gloves. Oh, and a baseball bat. "Go crazy," were the last words I heard before the start of my session. So I did.

From the slim champagne glasses to the maroon tinted wine bottles, nothing was left unsmashed.

The first fifteen minutes were the most enjoyable, when I went around swinging my baseball bat at everything I could find.

It was also pretty exhilarating to pick stuff up and throw it against the wall, and to hear the loud smash of the bottle echoing through the room.

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After awhile though, the constant smashing and throwing started to take its toll, and I found myself sweating buckets underneath the thick white overalls.

For someone who has never broken a bottle before, the experience was pretty liberating -- but I couldn't shake off the niggling feeling at the back of my head that I was about to be yelled at for the mess I'd left behind.

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The concept of rage rooms aren't new across the world, but is sorely needed in Singapore, a country where more than 60 percent of workers complain of being stressed.

According to Royce Tan, the founder of the Rage Room, he was previously a sales executive at a company in Singapore, but left the company after he could no longer deal with the pressures of the job.

It was then that he decided to start the Fragment Room.

When I went to the Fragment Room at 1pm on a Thursday afternoon, I expected the place to be pretty empty, but there was a constant and steady stream of customers -- probably testament to how many people were in need of an outlet.

Ironically, I on the other hand, felt pretty stressed after seeing all these objects being smashed to pieces in front of my eyes.

So after the 30-minute session was over, I headed back to the office, sat down and made myself a nice cup of tea. Now that's what I call de-stressing -- but then again, that's probably just me.