Every time I hear my civil service friends complain about their year end bonus I really wonder why they don’t want to quit. Really leh.

Every time meet up the civil servants confirm will gather one corner and bitch about how their pay is so low lah, welfare like shit lah, kena overworked then bonus still so kiam siap.

They always say until like they kena abuse and they will always crack the “their working hours far exceed MOM standards” joke but why they don’t want to just leave leh? And go to the private sector la, I don’t get it. They always say until those of us in private sector very lucky then when we ask them to tender and come join us lah, they will give 1001 excuses why they cannot.

They really contradicting one.

Best part is there will always be this someone who will say that they are not working for money cos if they are, they will already have left long ago. They are staying here cos of passion and the work got meaning. Then the rest will ya agree. Come on lah, you guys are the ones who started this whole topic leh. Jealous just say jealous lah! Who work not for money? It’s not like anyone will judge you lah. Don’t need to act holy and loyal. Ah gong won’t give you more money one.

Here are what netizens think:

• I’m guessing they do know that they won’t survive in the private sector

• They think money drop from the sky.

• I also want bonus

I just bare ass farted directly on my husband’s crotch after he fell asleep spooning me.

I know if he were awake he would be grossed out. I have terrible gas right now. I selfishly did not want to move from this comfy position.

I feel kinda guilty about it and at the same time I find it hilarious.

Normally I am all about fart etiquette (fartiquette) and I will get up and move to a different location to fart and spare the people around me the agony.

I got lazy and figured what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him… I just let out another one before the end of this post. It was loud and I am shocked it didn’t wake him, however, he was stirred enough to roll over.

Thanks for reading my confession.

Netizens’ comments

• Gas is expensive bottle it up and sell it

• My gf does this literally every day. Whether I’m asleep or not

• Every cutie with a booty has to tootie

• I would have zero problems (not that i would in general, i think farts are hilarious) with that if i had someone to spoon in exchange

• My other half farted on me in his sleep a few night ago and said ooooooh that’s nice. It gave me a giggle. I would do the same to keep that lovely comfy spoon.

I will break up with my girlfriend because she’s poor

I understand that some people need to vent about financial problems. But it became a bummer whenever I hung out with my girlfriend because that’s all she’ll talk about.

Sometimes I just want to sit and chill after work. I feel like she does this to pressure me into helping her. Sometimes she’ll say “maybe we should marry and you can pay for my tuition” then she’ll brush it off and say she’s “joking”.

I believe she wouldn’t be struggling with money if she stopped giving her family money to help with bills. They’re dragging her down and I feel like she is trying to drag me down with her.

I worked hard to get a full scholarship and graduated and got a good job. I don’t want my lifestyle to go backward.

Netizens’ comments

• You don’t seem in love with this girl, as I read through your text I felt nothing. So better leave while she’s not pregnant and you don’t have responsibilities with this person. Go forward on your path to happiness, wherever it might take you.

• This is the thing with poverty, it is a vicious cycle. What is she gonna do? abandon her family? I understand if you don’t want to help her financially op, but to judge her like it is her fault she is poor is not fair if she is actively trying to focus on getting a good career. Clearly you do not love her, otherwise you would be more sympathetic and this would not be a deal breaker.

Had an online GF for 6 years and 2 months. We haven’t met once, and I’m dying inside.

As the title suggests, I have been in an overseas relationship with the same girl for just over 6 years and 2 months. Met online when we were 13 and we haven’t left each others side since.

I love her, she’s an amazing girl … And I’m just so done with the loneliness.

I’m just so sick of the loneliness guys, this stings, and not in a “romantic despair” kind of way either.

It’s not even the stinging that bothers me, it’s the knowing that this will “continue to sting” for a ton of time and there is nothing i can do until we finally meet and eventually sort out living arrangements and do the actual planning.

I don’t feel sorry for myself. In fact I realise that this whole post reads just like i am resentful towards my partner and like I am begging for sympathy. But I don’t want any of that. I don’t blame her for any of this.

In fact she probably has it even worse than me by virtue of being a very social girl without a legitimate boyfriend. I wouldn’t even blame her for having a casual FWB at this point. If she wasn’t such a sweetheart to me I would suspect already from some signs.

All this while couples our age are kissing and doing all the things that we are missing out on. Heck the last girl I hugged was my Step Mom and she hates me compared to her actual son.

This sucks. Period. And to the 3 or perhaps 4 bored souls that end up reading this, I sincerely apologise to you for wasting your time on this self-pitying summary of my non existent love life.

Trust me I don’t think I’m the hero of this story at all.

I’m after a girl. Its quite frustrating she’s acting coy. She sometimes replies my msgs only after 1 day. We had only gone out once.

She’s like always busy with work? Friends tell me if a girl is really interested in you, she would make time for you no matter how busy? Or she’s just taking more time to warm up? Because if she’s not interested she would not have gone out with me?

My gut feel is I’m her type of guy, so i started using the rose petals to predict “she loves me, she loves me not”.

Plus young girls usually find older guys more mature, attractive right? I’m 36, she’s 27. I know its only a matter of time. She would be mine soon.

At first, I tried to use the petals of a rose to predict whether she loves me or not. I know this sounds a little crazy, but I thought it would be a fun way to pass the time. Unfortunately, I quickly realized that this method was not going to be very accurate.

All I can do is be patient and wait. I know that it is only a matter of time before she realizes that I am the one for her. I feel confident that she will eventually come around and we will be together.

My husband was accused of sexual harassment. A female relative in his family accused him of molesting her for years.

I find it hard to believe because she has always been quiet and kept to herself when I see her. And there is no way to verify the incidents, locations and dates that she mentioned. I don’t understand why she took years to say it if it were true. The worse thing is my parent in-laws actually believe her when she doesn’t even have proof.

I asked my husband and he has denied all accusations. He said she dreamt it all up. I don’t believe she liked my husband she had never even talked to him much when we are around. I only know she avoids my husband a lot. It’s like she disliked him already. I also know she had been dealing with some issues in her life for a period of time. I try to confront her and clear the air but my parent in-laws forbid me to talk to her and she has also blocked me from contacting her.

I believe she may be crazy. My husband has been very depressed after this accusation and took a long time to recover from it. He couldn’t accept that his parents believed her over their own son.

I thought it was over after I know she will no longer show up for family events. But some relatives found out and spread it to everyone in the family. Everyone believes her story just because my husband is the least liked person in the family. Now my husband refuses to meet these relatives because he cannot stand being wrong. Because of this lunatic, we lost 1 side of the family. I cannot even describe the amount of anger and unjust I feel whenever I think about this crazy accuser.

Not everyone accused is guilty!

Back in 2003, I was 8 years old. Our family had just moved into a new home. I was wide awake. It was practically past midnight, and I was laying in my bed.

For you to understand this story better, I’ll have to explain how the room was like.

So, I had my bed at the end of the room below the windows. and at the other side was the door. Next to the door was a walk in closet, both doors of the closet had mirrors on them.

They were pretty big, I’d say it covered 75% of the wall. So I could see my own reflection when I was on my bed.

Anywho, as I laid there, waiting for me to fall asleep. I felt something grab my leg, like a big hand violently grabbing my leg, then pulling me out of bed.

As soon as this happened, I began screaming and held the headboard of the bed so to not get completley pulled away.

As this was going on, I guess my brother was also awake because he heard my screams. He tried opening my door but couldn’t get in.

And in my house, there is a rule: Never lock any door. So it was unlocked, but for some reason he couldn’t open it.

He yelled out to my mother and father. While they were getting up I was still struggling and holding onto the headboard.

When I looked back, I saw the reflection of myself on the closet doors. There was a huge, black arm coming from under my bed, grabbing my leg and pulling me. As soon as I saw that, I screamed louder.

When my parents finally reached the door to my room, they were able to open it, the hand let go and went under the bed.

They turned on the lights and asked me what was going on. I told them what went down, but obviously it was swept aside with a bad dream. Even though I was clearly awake.

After this day, I grabbed the mattress and put it on the floor. I was not going to sleep on beds that had spaces under them, afraid of this to occur again.

My brother believed me because I showed him the bed frame, there were 3 scratch marks on the side where the arm came out.

Mind you, the bed was new, my dad had them set up the night we arrived. He knew I couldn’t have done that to it.