My wife said I kept looking at my friend last night.

My wife and I went out to eat at a restaurant last night. My friend works there, and recommended it because she says the food is good here and the price is worth it.

My wife and I got dressed up to come here. We saw my friend here, and she said hi to the both of us and continued working (she’s a waitress.)

Once we got home, my wife said I kept looking over at my friend. That definitely wasn’t the case. She also said I ruined the night by doing so.

She went to bed upset at me, and I’m guessing she still will be once she wakes up today. I don’t want us to argue over this, so what can I do to remedy this situation?

Netizens’ comments

There’s something else that is the issue. Ask your wife what makes her think you were staring at her?
If your wife got dressed up, did you not say anything positive about how she looks? Did you do something to make her feel insecure? You don’t want to argue-but do you genuinely want to resolve this with your wife because you care about her feelings? You know the saying- happy wife happy life. However, if you are attracted to your friend, then what is there to remedy?

A woman recently shared on Facebook how her past plastic surgery has ruined her family life. It all started when she underwent plastic surgery in Korea before she met her current husband. Things went from bad to worse after the birth of her child as the child did not resemble her husband at all.

Here is her full story.

I’m in a lot of pain right now. Not because of what I did to my face several years ago, but because my husband is questioning if our daughter is really his. He thinks she does not look like both of us. But how can I tell him that Sarah (using another name to protect my daughter) actually looks a lot like me before my makeover?

Blame it on my beauty obsession. When I was 23, I went to Korea for a series of procedures. I was really happy with the rhinoplasty, but not so much with the facelift and eyebag removal. But overall, I was happy with a better me, and it increased my self confidence. If not because I had wiped out my savings and my parents had threatened to disown me, I would’ve gone for bust enhancement too. I had wanted to go from a B-cup to a C.

I met Tim (again another name) at a friend’s party in Sentosa. He had just returned from the States, doing chemicals research.

We hit it off almost straight away. Despite the nerdy nature of his job, he was quite a biker, and I always remember our rides around Singapore in the silence of the night, esp on weekends. It was a whirlwind romance, and I did not hesitate when he proposed 1 year later, at Changi beach park as we were gazing at the stars. I did not tell him about my makeover. Why was it impt? He had fallen in love with the new me, and that’s all it mattered. Many of my friends also had secrets or history which they hid from their other halves.

We registered our marriage in Singapore, and flew to the States for a simple banquet with his dad, step mom, sister and several close friends. Over here, my parents organized a small reception for close relatives, as they were too scared that people will notice my new looks. I could tell at the reception that my grandmum and some other female relatives were shocked/puzzled to see the new me, but chose to respect the occasion and did not ask anything. In private, I was sure they would ask my parents this and that. It did not matter to me. I had found the new me, and through it, had found the love of my life. An exciting new chapter of my life was beginning.

We settled down in Singapore and rented an apartment. In terms of having a baby, we let nature take its course, but were still surprised when I got pregnant. Sarah was born in Nov 2016, just 2 days before my birthday. As my relationship with my parents has been strained ever since my makeover, I quit my job to care for Sarah full time. It helped that Tim’s step mom flew down for a period to help with Sarah (thanksie step mom! How many step moms would actually do that?).

We finally got our own apartment and slowly, I settled in to my role as a full time mother. Tim is a believer in home schooling, and we agreed that we would only send Sarah to preschool when she’s 4 or 5 years old.

Things were chiming along pretty well. We would head to the States every 6 months or so to visit Tim’s family and for vacation. Sarah was growing up into an adorable sweetie pixie, who likes to pull at my hair (luckily not my nose!). My scars had healed pretty well, but I take care to avoid knocks or any form of trauma to my face. As Sarah grew up, I realize she started to look like the old me, esp the roundish facial contours and slightly V-chin. And for the first time, I felt a pang of guilt for having the makeover. Guilt that while heaven had blessed Sarah with such a beautiful face, she could not look like her mother. And for the first time, I started to understand why my parents had objected so strongly to my makeover. I don’t think Tim notice anything amiss. He was still the doting, hardworking dad and husband.

That was, until Sarah’s 3rd birthday last year. We had brought her out to pororo park to celebrate. That night, after we had put her to bed, and I was doing my manicure, he suddenly looked up from his laptop and said: “You know, I think that she doesn’t look like you or me at all.” I was so taken aback that I dropped my brush. I guessed my reaction only made things worse. Tim has always been an emotional person, but he’s not the expressive type and generally manages his feelings well. However, at that instant, I thought I could see some doubt or hurt in his eyes. He had caught me off guard, and my head was in a spin, trying to second guess his reason for saying this and figure out a reply at the same time. “love, lotsa kids don’t look like their mums and dads” was all I could say.

But the semi-desperation of my voice and the unconvinced and hurt look on his face told me this was not going to go away easily. “are you hiding anything from me?” was all he said next. “Why are you asking this out of nowhere?”, at the risk of waking Sarah up, I tried to sound angry, to hide my panic. Equally, I was hurt that he didn’t trust me. But I didn’t really blame him. Turned out some of his friends and colleagues had commented that Sarah did not resemble either of us, and some geneticist friend of his in the States had told him that paternal genes are stronger than maternal genes, and first-born daughters usually look like the father more. Sarah does not look like either him or me, and this caused doubts in him on whether he was really her father. That night, for the first time in our marriage, we slept in separate rooms. And tried as I could to hide it, I’m not sure whether he heard my sobs.

Things are not the same now. He started to drown himself in work to avoid me and Sarah, even going back to the office on weekends. I have to think of all sorts of reasons to explain to Sarah why daddy cannot join our weekend outings for the time being. It hurts me so much to see him like this, and even more so that Sarah has become collateral damage. To prove that Sarah is his flesh and blood, I suggested a DNA test, but he has so far refused. I know what he’s thinking. He’s feeling conflicted and guilty that on one hand while he has damaged the trust between us, on the other hand he wants to repair that trust, and did not want to damage it further by doing a DNA test which will show that he could not trust me w/o it.

I know what a lot of you must be thinking. Why don’t I just confess to him about my makeover? What will he think of me if I tell him now? Can he accept that the new me is actually not the real me, and that I’ve been hiding this from him all these yrs? This will be as big a blow to him as if Sarah is really not his daughter, I’m sure. Right now I’m torn, and I really don’t know what to do. There’s no one to tell, and Sarah is my only comfort now. Seeing her now and how she looks like the old me, my guilt has only gotten worse. I thought I had started the perfect next chapter of my life, but my past has caught up with me. I often find myself thinking, if I had not gone for the makeover, would I still have gotten together with Tim? Is it worth it now?

Im a 27 years old with only Olevel cert trying to start over

Im a 27 years old single and nothing to show for it. After graduating with o level, i did get myself into a diploma course in Poly.

Turned out it was not the course that i wanted and i naively dropped out from it.. At that time my mental health took for the worst.

At that time too, i know i do not have any mental capacity to continue study so i start working in retail.. i jumped from retail to retail shop for years.

After tht i have to stop working to be the caretaker for my grandparents who were bedbound and navigating my father who is also recently half blind.

Skiped to 2 years. Since i stop being the caretaker. I want to start anew. I want to start thinking for myself and my future.

My plan is to start going back to the workforce to earn money for myself. Also i know i have a lack of education and there is small scope of job that i can get into.

My plan is to work and enroll myself to a part time diploma in poly if i am eligible(i regret not starting earlier).

Is there any advice or a way that i can continue studying and still earning income? Any advice for me when starting over? I really do need to start over.

Netizens’ comments

1. You can sign up for a free 1 to 1 consultation with SkillsFuture – they will advise you on upskilling, what courses you’re suitable for and the available grants and subsidies etc.
   You already have experience in retail and home caregiving for the elderly, so those are things you can offer in addition to your O level cert. If you don’t mind a career related to either of those areas, enrol in a certificate or diploma to layer more up-to-date knowledge and skills on top of your existing experience. The elder care industry will only be expanding in coming years, given our aging population.
2. You have something to show for it. You showed that you are able to have the patience, strength (physical) and likability to have 2 very old people and 1 disabled person trust you to let you take care of them. You obviously don’t shy away from bodily fluids or showering them.
   It looks like retail is not for you if you are hopping from place to place. I wouldn’t suggest sales either because of your mental health. income is great if you can take serious pressure and not crack.
   Why not consider palliative care or Senior care industries (not just in nursing). These people are usually highly sought after and paid quite well, not just in Singapore but anywhere in the world. These companies sometimes offer further education to you so you don’t pay anything.
3. friend. you have working experience now and you can directly enroll yourself into a part time diploma with kaplan, which will allow you direct entry into their affiliated universities degree programs(which you can also do part time)
   without any financial support from anyone, its quite important that you got a day job to finance your tuition bank loan, which is why doing both your diploma and then degree part time is a good solution
   what do you like to do? finance? HR? business management?cybersecurity?

In a bizarre twist at the National Gallery Singapore, parts of an art installation have mysteriously vanished – and it’s not due to natural decay. Dozens of eggplants from Singaporean artist Suzann Victor’s acclaimed piece Still Life have reportedly been stolen by overly enthusiastic visitors.

The gallery confirmed the thefts on 1 August, stating that the fruits – all carefully hand-painted to mimic real eggplants – had been disappearing despite clear signage warning the public not to touch the artwork. The installation, which lines a walkway outside the DBS Singapore Gallery Three, was created to spark reflection on patriarchy and performance in public spaces, reported by The Straits Times.

However, while the gallery is treating the matter seriously, Singapore netizens have been cracking jokes over the theft, with some cheekily suggesting that the missing brinjals may have been taken home “for other personal purposes.”

One viral comment read: “Wah, someone never get enough vitamin C or maybe they just wanted to test if the emoji works in real life.” Others joked that the eggplants might have ended up in someone’s stir-fry, or worse — as props for things “not safe for museums.”

Egg plant becomes someone’s toy

it appears some visitors may have had less-than-pure intentions when pocketing the hand-painted eggplants from Suzann Victor’s Still Life installation. Though the eggplants are intended to provoke thought on social structures and materiality, their unmistakable resemblance to a certain emoji has ignited more risqué theories online. Netizens wasted no time in speculating whether the stolen items were being used for reasons far more private than poetic.

Some cheeky Singaporeans have taken to social media to suggest that the purplish fruit, long associated with suggestive imagery in digital conversations, might have found its way into bedrooms rather than art collections. Comments like “Art? More like adult toy upgrade!” and “Someone confirm took home for… performance art of their own” have been making their rounds, blending humour with scandal. While intended as jokes, the speculation reflects the not-so-subtle connotation the eggplant emoji has acquired in modern pop culture, particularly in the context of sexual innuendo.

It’s not far-fetched to imagine curious or bold individuals misappropriating the fruit for adult experimentation, especially in a time when novelty and shock factor dominate social media content. The tactile nature of the eggplants – glossy, rounded, and phallic in form – adds a layer of plausibility to the idea. Whether as a prank, a personal indulgence, or even a misguided attempt at recreating internet memes in real life, the eggplant theft may be less about art appreciation and more about satisfying other urges.

While most people might dismiss these cheeky theories as harmless banter, the underlying issue speaks to how certain objects in art – especially those with strong visual associations – can trigger unintended responses from the public. The transformation of a thought-provoking installation into the butt of adult jokes may not have been part of Suzann Victor’s vision, but it certainly reflects the complicated intersection of art, culture, and the internet’s ever-horny imagination. For now, though, the mystery of the missing brinjals continues — somewhere out there, they may be serving a role far less gallery-appropriate.

A netizen shared how she called her sister’s boyfriend ugly and lazy and kicked him out of the house after he made fun of her boyfriend.

Here is the story:

I have been dating my boyfriend Ryan for 1 year now. Last week was his birthday and I threw him a surprise birthday dinner with our parents, siblings, and close friends at my house.

Our families get along great and it was a very relaxing evening for all of us, until the incident. My sister had brought her new BF of 3 months, Max.

When Ryan was 14 he suffered serious burns from a fire and was in the ICU for weeks. Fortunately, he recovered but the left part of his face and a decent part of his neck is now scarred, he lost his left eye and 1.5 finger, and his left arm is barely functional due to scar tissue.

I find him very handsome, not only because I love his personality but the “healthy” part of his face is clearly objectively very attractive and he has a decent dad bod which I love.

However, he can be insecure about his injuries when it comes to dating because he dated a couple of girls in the past that turned out to have a fetish for scars that creeped him out. He isn’t comfortable with strangers commenting on his appearance but doesn’t mind joking about it with his close friends. He is generally a shy guy but has a great sense of humor and a lot of friends.

Later in the night, it was us, his brother, and my 2 sisters with their partners. Max had a little too much to drink and was getting vocal about Ryan’s appearance.

It started with curious questions but then he made inappropriate comments about how I must be into ”freaky stuff” and bad boys and apparently pirates?? He also said that he must have gotten his job out of pity (Ryan is a an interior designer while Max is unemployed by choice).

I warned him to stop since Ryan was getting uncomfortable. The last straw was when Max said “Why would you date an old and ugly guy unless you have some weird fetish, does his burnt arm and his missing finger turn you on?”

I saw red. I told him “If anyone is ugly here it’s you, not only is your personality terrible but your face could use some help as well. Maybe [sister’s name] has a fetish for lazy ugly men.” Then I kicked everyone out, it was late anyway and the mood was ruined. My sister was silent the whole time, she didn’t even look embarrassed.

I’m not asking if I was right to defend my bf but I feel bad for calling Max out on his appearance. I recognize now that it was a low blow. There is nothing wrong with his face, he’s a regular guy, I just couldn’t control my anger after his stupid comments.

Ryan found my explosion hilarious. My sister isn’t returning my texts but my mother called me and told me that I should apologize to her because I embarrassed her bf and her taste in front of others. My sister is still dating that idiot, her argument was that this is just his sense of humor, he enjoys dark humor and Ryan should have learned to deal with it after all these years.

A school trip turned into a frightening ordeal when a tour bus carrying young children and teachers crashed into a roadside sign and a tree in Selangor. The cause? The bus driver allegedly dozed off while driving.

The incident occurred at around 12:18pm within the Universiti Putra Malaysia (UPM) vicinity in Serdang. The bus was ferrying 30 children and five teachers from an Islamic kindergarten (PASTI) who had just visited the Beryl’s Chocolate Factory. They were en route to G2G Animal Garden at the MAEPS exhibition centre when the crash took place.

According to Serdang district police chief Assistant Commissioner Mohamad Farid, initial investigations confirmed that the 44-year-old driver had insufficient rest prior to the journey. Although tests showed no traces of alcohol or drugs in his system, he reportedly fell asleep while driving, causing the vehicle to veer off course and slam into a road sign before crashing into a tree.

Teacher Injured, Children Scraped in Impact

The impact left one female teacher with a head wound that required stitches, while three young children sustained minor abrasions. The bus’s front section suffered extensive damage, indicating the force of the collision. Emergency services were deployed promptly, and the injured were rushed to hospital for treatment.

Authorities arrested the driver at the scene. Further checks revealed he had accumulated 13 unpaid traffic summonses. He is now under a two-day police remand as investigations continue under Section 42 of the Road Transport Act 1987 for reckless and dangerous driving.

Public Questions Safety Measures for School Excursions

This incident has sparked renewed concern among parents and educators about safety protocols during school outings, especially when involving long road travel. Many are calling for stricter vetting of drivers, mandatory rest hours, and tighter monitoring of traffic violations to prevent future tragedies.

The use of public transport or third-party chartered vehicles for school events remains common in Malaysia, but lapses in driver fitness — whether due to fatigue or past violations — pose serious risks to student safety.

With Malaysia’s road accident rates still high, this case is a timely reminder of the importance of professional accountability in public transportation. Authorities have pledged to review and tighten regulations governing drivers of school-bound vehicles to ensure such avoidable accidents do not repeat.

As for the children involved, school officials have arranged counselling and aftercare to support their emotional recovery following the traumatic event.

I had never dated *finished* until the night my friend of 6 years and I had this tension around us that could be cut with a knife. Blame the things we never said… or the extra alcohol.

We were tipsy, not drunk. I take consent extremely seriously so we half-jokingly played trivia about each other before making out and eventually engaging in oral.

He ate me out so good I lost my voice. Returned the favour and he was reacting to every bob of my head. I can still feel his fingertips caress my face while he muttered words of praise. We then cuddled, showered each other in kisses and fell asleep.

This all happened at his place. Not a shitty hotell, not the back of a car. He did things right. But the next morning he was cold and curt towards me. Sent indirect about me needing to leave cause he had to go to work. Didn’t have an issue with that cause we’re super close and I know his schedule, but it was odd that he didn’t even drop me off nor offer me a measly cup of coffee. Left hungry, dirty and very confused. Walk of shame, yup.

Texted him to meet up for weekly lunch together. Left on reading. Did not pick up my 2 calls and I will not call him a third for I rather die than beg.

But we always had an amazing bond, endless love for each other and, well… he was my first. I know that means nothing to men but it did mean something to me.

Have I been used? Is he conflicted about his feelings? A common friend says we’re in the middle of skinny love (both parties wanna date but neither makes a move) yet my efforts debunk that! He’s the one running away after getting some honey.

Here are what netizens think:

• Honestly, I (f) once hooked up with a really good friend of mine, regretted it, and then was distant towards him/tried to act like nothing happened because I wasn’t interested in pursuing anything further. My friend definitely seemed interested in a relationship/seeing where things went and I felt like a horrible human being because I just wanted to forget we hooked up at all. It took a while (years), but we are actually good friends again and both of us have partners who suit us way better. Sorry to put it bluntly, but sometimes friends hook up and it means nothing to the other person.

• I don’t think you were used. I think he was just relaxed enough to act on what he wanted in the moment but now regrets it. 

• I would not try for some big confrontation. Hang back a bit and then contact him in a normal way. “Hey, I don’t know what’s going on with you but you have a lot of my stuff and I’d like access to it. I wish we could talk but if you can’t handle it right now then let me get my things so I can use them and we can talk whenever you’re ready “..

• This happened to me when I hooked up with a close friend. I called and asked him for reassurance a few day later, that our friendship was not going to be affected by the night. He freaked out, said something like, “I thought you’d be more cool about it.”

A netizen shared a story about how he spent more than $2,000 on several spelled items from a black magic practitioner, as well as to cast a spell on him to help him strike 4D.

Here is what he said

“To start off with, I have always been a firm believer in the supernatural, witchcraft, black magic and whatnot.

I remember years ago I prayed to my late grandmother and did the thing where you write numbers 0-9 on pieces of paper, fold them and shake them inside a can until 4 number drop out.

I went and bought those 4 numbers and won $60, and that was when my belief and addiction began.

I spent upwards of $2,000 on several spells from a local black magic practitioner who claimed that she had a 80% track record.

I bought an abacus ring which she had spelled to “draw in the riches”, and she also casted a spell on me to boost my windfall luck.

I then spent every week religiously going to Singapore Pools to buy 4D, each time betting about $10, hoping that I would finally win money.

But more than half a year have passed and I still haven’t struck anything.

The total money that I have spent, including my bets, amounted to more than $2.5k already. But the witch told me that these kind of things take time.

So I’m keeping the faith, and hopefully my faith will pay off soon.”

Editor’s note: Should’ve come and find me mah, what spell you want? I sell you my limited edition magic rubber band for $1k. EXPECTO PATRONUM.