My bf always says that I’m a perv but I really love to smell his armpit. I find this smell better than my chouchou and it makes me feel safe and secure.

I will always grab him especially when he is at his sweatiest so that I can inhale the maximum of his armpit essence.

Esp when he’s warm and sweaty, the smell is the strongest and I’ll faster grab him so I can smell him before he runs away.

Every time I hugged him, I would take the chance to sniff his armpits. Even when we weren’t in the middle of a hug, I would lean in close and take a deep breath.

I could tell that he was feeling incredibly uncomfortable, but I didn’t care about it because I was enjoying it and I would smell his armpits every chance I got

He doesn’t like me to hug him when he’s sweaty so he’ll always escape and lock himself in the toilet.

Sometimes it doesn’t work cos I’ll take the spare key with me first to unlock the door.

He told me one day that he felt violated by my behaviour. He explained that he found me sniffing his armpits to be intrusive and disrespectful. He asked me to respect my boundaries and to stop smelling his armpits.

He says I’m disrespecting his privacy and that he wants to file a restraining order against me but without smelling his armpit, I cannot sleep at night so too bad for him.

Any Chinese Singaporeans here that cant or can barely speak Chinese? Do you ever feel ostracised or alien in Singapore among your peers?

I’m one of those losers who’s Chinese but can’t speak Chinese but it’s also just my upbringing. I was born into an English-speaking Chinese family and even on my Chinese grandparents’ side it is the same case.

I’m probably one of those very rare cases in Singapore unfortunately…. but it’s also been quite a detriment to me now being really bad in my Chinese.

Don’t get me wrong, I still try to brush up on my Chinese even as an adult today, but it’s really really hard when I have zero opportunities to practice speaking anyway. My parents dont speak Chinese and my friend groups dont speak Chinese either (even though they can def speak decently compared to me).

Does anyone else feel ostracised in society like this? I have those typical co-workers who speak Chinese and I cant converse back with them in Chinese making it harder to build rapport.

Or when ordering at Chinese restaurants where there’s Chinese national staff, it’s also sometimes a problem. I also cant help but feel inferior at times when I see all my friends speak Chinese just fine or when people find out I cant speak the language properly.

Here are what netizens think

• i come from an english-speaking chinese family and the only time i talk in chinese is in chinese lessons, my grandparents or people who can only speak in chinese.
  
  ever since i graduated from secondary school, i no longer have to take any chinese lessons and my usage of chinese deteriorated and now i struggle to phrase basic sentences and sometimes i feel embarrassed because of this, because it really takes some time for me to pause, think, and piece the words together.
  
  i don’t really feel ostracised though but maybe because my friends also speak in english as well. but of course when i have to talk to chinese aunties/uncles, then of course i will struggle but eventually i will manage to relay my point in chinese to them. As long as they understand what i say to them, it’s fine.
  
• Don’t ever feel bad for not being able to speak Chinese to PRC workers who (only) speak Chinese. They work in Singapore, they should be prepared to speak at least basic English to cater to non-Chinese speaking people (regardless of race). Particularly very public-facing ones like bus drivers. Too many PRC workers get by because many Chinese Singaporeans will just speak Chi to them anyway.
  
  From the more personal / cultural side, I guess it depends on how you view Chinese. Some would say that dialects are our real mother tongue instead.

Any guys got experience in this or thinking about marrying girls from other countries instead? How long will it take for them to obtain citizenship here and is there any requirements?

I don’t have the typical standards that girls will usually like

For context, I’m a 25M and have been single my whole life. Yeah I know but sad to say I don’t meet the requirement of girls here.

Firstly, Height is usually the issue. I’m way below the average height of a guy. Secondly, looks wise I’m ugly af. Girls I met online or in real life usually give me a 4-6/10 out of courtesy.

Some really straightforward ones gave me a 1 haha

Lastly, I do admit I don’t have the best dressing sense but I’ll try to look nice, clean and somewhat presentable.

I want to start a family asap, best before 30 years old if possible

Tried dating apps and usually got rejected because of the above reasons. Really sick and tired of looking for a partner and always getting rejected.

Waste of time and money to be honest. Futhermore, I am not young anymore. Would really want to have a family of my own before 30 if possible.

Got to know about this thing where it is similar to arranged marriage and would like to know if anyone got experience.

So. My parents caught me pleasuring myself.

I recently discovered the perfect tool to pleasure myself and was caught up in it

I’m a female in my late teens so don’t be weird. My family is pretty religious and I had recently discovered the power of oral-b electric toothbrushes.

I also figured out a method to virtually avoid producing any noise that can be heard by the outside world. This means locking my door, locking my bathroom door, turning on the bathroom fan, and pretending I’m taking a fat dump.

Well I was doing my thing with my laptop in there with me and I failed to hear my parents calling me since I had headphones on. No biggie right?

I’ve got TWO whole locked doors. Well they must’ve thought I was dying in there or something cause my mom unlocks the my room door and walks in heading for the bathroom.

I was about to yell the usual about me being in the bathroom and was taking a huge dump but it was too late. She saw me in my state of undress with the oral-b electric toothbrush in my hands

Luckily I at least had my underwear and a shirt on.

She does a little gasp and my dad is behind her. I was hoping they’d just walk off but nah they sat me down on my bed and we had like a 3 hour long conversation about it.

First I had to convince them I wasn’t filming myself or anything, they also told me what I was doing was evil and bad in the eyes of their religious beliefs.

They tried to convince me to follow their beliefs saying that it as good for me and to get them off my back, I had to bs stuff about believing and thereafter they told me they loved me blah blah blah.

Overall not as bad as it COULD have been but yeah. We all cried. They probably think I’m gonna go to the 18th level of the underworld.

Till date, my dad looks traumatized by what I did.

My ex-girlfriend offered to meet me to talk when I had just broken up with my current girlfriend. I had been with my current girlfriend for almost a year and things had been great up until this point.

We had been getting along well and we were both happy with our relationship until we broke up due to some issues that we had with each other’s parents.

My ex-girlfriend saw that I am single, and called me on the pretext of ‘catching up’ with me.

My ex-girlfriend saw that I had broke up with my current girlfriend and called me out of the blue when we had not been talking ever since our relationship ended and asked to meet up to talk and ‘catch up’.

I knew that it would not be so simple but because I was lonely and needed someone to vent my frustrations of breaking up to, I decided to go ahead and meet up with her anyway.

But when I met her, it became very clear cut to me on what she had in mind. She was flirtatious with her words and began to be slightly touchy to me.

Soon, she began to lean on me like how we used to be while we were still in a relationship with one another.

She started to touch me, kiss me, and make suggestive comments. I was starting to feel overwhelmed, and I knew I had to either tell her I wasn’t interested in what she was doing if I didn’t want it or just let nature take its course.

Before I could say anything, she climbed over to my side of the car and straddled herself on me and began to remove her clothes.

We ended up ‘relieving’ old memories and I temporarily forgot about my break up for that moment.

I (F32) am the manager of a group of bankers . We’re spread out over several offices and once every few months we meet up in person. It’s a great team and we’re really close.

Made out with one of my subordinates while waiting for the train

The meet ups are always great. We don’t really have a hierarchy in the team. I support them being their best selves at work and I’m not seen as a “boss”.

I’ve been with each and every one of them 1-1 before. “Mike” (35M) is one of them.

We had a productive day and went for dinner and drinks afterwards. We had to go to different train stations in the vicinity to get home after we were done, so we split up and split up again until it was just me and Mike left.

We can get along great and I never thought anything else of it. But now, seemingly out of nothing we kissed. There was a short silence before we did it and we just looked each other in the eye and moved towards each other.

We made out for a few minutes at the corner of the MRT station platform until the train came and we went off in opposite directions

We’ve managed to speak afterwards and it seems we both have certain feelings or technically ‘lust’ for each other. We’re both in a relationship with kids and do not want to pursue what happened.

But every since that kiss our minds are completely messed up. We’re both anxious about what happened and I can’t stop thinking about it. I love him to bits and I didn’t only risk losing our friendship but I also made him feel bad. Being his manager makes it even worse.

He says we’re okay, I am more than happy to be okay with him, but thinking how I made him feel makes me so anxious. And it’s on my mind all day for over a week now.

I’m just wondering whether I should suggest meeting up again to properly talk about it without the risk of partners or colleagues listening in.

I also want to apologise in person and see and feel we’re indeed okay. There’s absolutely no chance it will happen again as I don’t want to cause hurt and love my family.

I’m worried that it’ll become visible in the next team meet up if we don’t properly talk about it before.

I know I’m a terrible person, no need to tell me that.

I think I just want to vent as I can’t share it with anyone.

I am working at a company where my boss was a micromanager. It was a very frustrating experience for me and for everyone else in the company.

Everything was great until my boss start to micromanage and people start to leave

When I first started working at the company, I thought it was a great place to work. The work was interesting, the people were friendly, and the atmosphere was very positive.

But then a few weeks into the job, I started to notice something strange. My boss was constantly hovering over us and trying to micromanage every little thing we did.

At first, I just thought it was a bit strange. But then, it started to get out of hand. He would give us tasks and then micromanage us while we were doing them. He would question our decisions, he would nitpick our work, and he would generally make us feel like we had to do everything exactly the way he wanted it done.

This was very different from how the other bosses in the company treated us. They were more relaxed and understanding. They gave us the space and freedom to do our work in our own way and they trusted us to do it right.

But this was not the case with my boss. He seemed to think he was the only one who knew how to do things and he micromanaged us to the point where it became unbearable. As time went on, more and more people at the company started to resign.

Everyone had had enough and they just couldn’t take it anymore.

It was a very difficult time for me and for everyone else at the company. We all just wanted to get our tasks done and we were definitely capable of doing so.

But with my boss constantly hovering over us and micromanaging us, it was nearly impossible.

He just couldn’t see that his micromanagement was causing more harm than good and it was causing people to leave the company.

Growing up, my family was always poor and struggling to make ends meet. It was a difficult upbringing as I watched my parents live paycheck to paycheck, struggling to put food on the table for us.

My father would always go to the casino to try his luck, while my mum was just obsessed with 4D and Mahjong

The cause of our financial struggles was my parent’s addiction to gambling. My father would go to the casino every weekend, spending all his hard-earned money on games of chance while my mother would play mahjong and buy 4D like is free.

I remember being embarrassed when my parents had to go to the casino or have people over to play mahjong or vice versa. I was ashamed of the stigma that came with being a family of gamblers.

I was also terrified of what would happen if my parents ever ran out of money. I was scared that we would never be able to afford basic necessities such as food and shelter.

I also remember the arguments between my parents when they would come home from their gambling sessions. My father would be angry that he lost all his money while my mother would get upset also because she was not lucky in her mahjong sessions or her 4d miss a number or two.

This created an atmosphere of tension and mistrust in our home.

The stress of our financial situation was also weighing heavily on me. I had to take on part-time jobs to help my family make ends meet. I had to forgo some of my childhood pleasures such as going to the movies or out with friends. I often felt resentful of my parents for putting me in this position.

However, despite all the hardships, I still tried to be understanding of my parent’s addiction. I knew that they were in pain and that they were trying their best to provide for us. I also knew that they were not bad people and that they were just trying to escape their troubles.

My parents eventually got help and stopped their gambling habits. We slowly started to rebuild our lives and I was able to stop working part-time jobs.

I am now an adult and I understand the consequences of gambling.

My friends had always called me a player. I went through relationships like socks, never really taking them seriously. That was until I met my new girlfriend.

We met at a party and it was love at first sight. We talked all night and she seemed to really get me. She was everything I had ever wanted in a woman.

The relationship progressed really quickly and before I knew it, we were having S. It was the first time I had ever truly been intimate with someone and I was sure that I had found the one.

But then, something happened. As we were having S, I noticed that her nipples were dangling like tube lights. I had never seen anything like it before and it freaked me out.

I immediately stopped and just stared at her in disbelief. She seemed embarrassed and tried to cover herself up but I couldn’t look away. I just felt disgusted and embarrassed.

I couldn’t believe that I had allowed myself to get so close to someone who had such an odd physical feature. I felt betrayed and like I had been tricked into having S with someone who was not who I thought she was.

I couldn’t take it anymore and I quickly got dressed and left. I didn’t even say goodbye. I just couldn’t bear to look at her.

I haven’t spoken to my ex-girlfriend since that night. I just couldn’t face her.

The memory of her dangling nipples still haunts me to this day and I can’t seem to get it out of my head.

It’s been a few months since we broke up and I’m still trying to process what happened. It’s been hard for me to trust anyone since then and I’m still not sure if I’ll ever be able to have a successful relationship.

I know that it was wrong of me to break up with her over something so silly as her nipples dangling like tube lights. But at the time, it was all too much for me to handle. I just couldn’t handle the weirdness of it all.

Breaking up with my ex-girlfriend was probably the most difficult thing I have ever done. But I just knew that it was for the best. I’m still trying to move on, but I’m not sure if I’ll ever be able to completely forget about her dangling nipples.