It all started when I was in my mid-20s. I had already started my career in Singapore, and had some savings to my name. I was looking for ways to increase my wealth, and that’s when I heard of the potential for investing in overseas property.

I had heard stories of people who had gotten rich from investing in overseas property, and I wanted to try it out for myself. It seemed like an excellent way to diversify my investments, and potentially generate a substantial amount of wealth.

So I decided to take the plunge and invest in overseas property. I started small, with a single property in Australia. I chose a location that was close to the city and had good potential for growth. I was lucky enough to purchase the property at a good price, and I quickly began to see a return on my investment.

As time went on, I kept investing in more overseas properties. I would research different locations and then find a property that had good potential for growth. I always made sure to do my due diligence and verify that the properties I was investing in had good rental prospects.

I also made sure to diversify my investments, and spread out my risk. I invested in different countries, in different types of property, and in different locations. This allowed me to minimize my risk and maximize my return.

As the years went on, I kept reinvesting my profits into more overseas properties. I was able to steadily increase the size of my portfolio, and I eventually became a millionaire.

I’m so glad I took the plunge and decided to invest in overseas property. It’s been an amazing experience, and I’ve made a substantial amount of wealth.

If I could give any advice to someone looking to invest in overseas property, it would be to do your research. Do your due diligence and make sure you’re investing in a good location with good rental prospects. Also, diversify your investments and spread out your risk. This will help you minimize your risk and maximize your return.

Investing in overseas property has been a great experience for me, and I would definitely recommend it to anyone looking to increase their wealth.

Recently entered a reputable company alongside an SIT graduate on the same day. My first impression of him was great and we didn’t have any issues. As we were both fresh grads, we are mainly tasked to read up on information that are relevant to us. We were on different floors of the company and just within the first week, one of my colleagues had already caught him openly sleeping in the office, either face down on the table or lying back on the office chair comfortably in full view of everyone. Sometimes, there were even instances of him playing games during office hours. My colleague was nice enough to inform him to avoid doing this kind of things in the future during working hours, and even told others that he was only doing that because he was feeling unwell.

His superior happened to have caught wind of this and kindly informed him to not do it again, without any scolding/reprimanding. 正所谓 知错能改 善莫大焉. Despite these repeated gestures of goodwill, his recalcitrant behaviour only worsened. Though I am not sure if this is the case, he has been given more work to do in an attempt to see if he changes for the better. Alas, nothing came of it. He finished it without much care and didn’t bother doing any proper researching on the topic, before going back to what he did best.

Honestly, as a fellow colleague, I don’t really have anything negative to say about him besides his working attitude. What really surprised me was that these actions came from a university graduate, instead of a polytechnic intern. I had tried to drop subtle hints to him during our lunch break together, but he just doesn’t seem to get the bigger picture at hand. There have even been rumours that some of the superiors of our superiors have caught him in the act personally… I really don’t know how long he can last in any company having this kind of working attitude, but all I know is that I don’t want any part of it. As far as I know, no one has tattletaled on him and they all saw him doing it themselves. We will most likely just let the superiors decide the most appropriate course of action against him.

Just wanted to rant about this and I am curious if anyone else have encountered this kind of issue as well.””

Hi. My boyfriend and I have been together for 5 years. His mum has always been really involved into our relationship since the beginning. Now that its almost the time for marriage, she asked me if im okay to get proposed to by my boyfriend with her old wedding ring. What should I say? Is it okay to get proposed to with her ring? What are your views? Please help me

Here are what netizens think:

• Heirloom … you know what’s that right? It means his mom treat you like a jewel. Keep that ring with gratitude and ur soon to be husband to get u another set of your own. No women would want to give up her own wedding ring unless she’s very fond of her. Who knows when you have kids of your own in future, you can pass it down. Like heritage!

• I am shocked with some of the comments here. I am almost certain being thrifty or saving money is not a consideration at all. It is the utmost honour your mother-in-law can bestow upon you. No mother-in-law will offer her own wedding ring if not for her utmost love for you and her son. It is likely priceless in her POV, heirloom or otherwise. However, it is likely an heirloom piece. My wife was so happy to receive my mum’s diamond, given to her by my paternal grandfather, a choice piece from my then late grandmother collection. Happily, she cherishes it more than the engagement ring I bought for her.

• Of course it’s not ok. Modern singaporean lady should say no to any proposal that does not involve a Mercedes, Orchard road Condo and a contractual promise of immediate retirement. Please know your worth queen, go and get that bag and eternal happiness. Don’t give in to the sentimental rubbish.

• I suppose u will get another new ring during wedding, right? So personally, for the proposal, I will gladly accept mom’s ring. I think the mom treasures me enough to hand something that meant much to her.

Prisoner in my own home

I am 30F, single and still staying with my parents. Every day the resentment towards my mother is building and I feel like I’m about to burst. I am miserable.

My mother has always been a control freak. She controlled every single thing I do from the moment I was born.

In primary school, she insisted on fetching me to and from school every single day. She quit her job and became a full time housewife. Primary school was still bearable as I was easily manipulated.

Secondary school came and I thought I would finally have some independence, but no, she insisted on driving me to and from school every single day even though our house was a 15 minute walk away and I was perfectly capable of making that walk. She would arrive early outside the school gates and park the car right in front so she could see me as I walked out of the school gate. All extra curricular activities had to be reported early to her, exact times that I would end class/cca so she could be outside the gate. I was not allowed to go out with my friends to study or walk around the neighbourhood mall. I had to say bye to my classmates at the gate and watch longingly as they headed off in a group. School holidays were also off limits, I could only be out with her or my family and no meeting up with friends was allowed. Friends would often laugh and say that I’m a mama’s pet, or that I didn’t know how to go home myself. I always tried to laugh it off, although it really hurt that I couldn’t be “normal”. I argued with her a lot over this period, but it was useless. I also started to drift apart from friends, especially during the long holidays.

When I entered JC I thought maybe this is finally the time for independence. I had a fresh start. Well, I was wrong again. Once again, the car was parked right outside the school gate. I had to report timings all over again. I had a phone, which she called relentlessly every time I was late coming out of the gates or I haven’t appeared at the said timing. Classes and CCAs don’t always end exactly on time. The teacher would still be talking but I wouldn’t be able to focus because my phone was buzzing endlessly because of the delay and my mind was more focused on the fact that I was going to be scolded for ending late, or worse still, she would start calling the school and even enter the school to search for me. My anxiety got even worse. As usual, I could not go out with friends after school or during the school holidays, and I could not go home by myself. I didn’t even own the house keys. Friends drifted apart again, especially after graduation and having to decline all the invitations to gatherings and birthdays. They thought I didn’t want to meet them, and I was too embarrassed to explain my house arrest situation.

Uni was supposed to be a fresh start for me. I picked a uni that had hostels and applied for a place. Finally, I would get some space of my own and no more waiting cars. After a long argument, I moved in my first semester. I thought maybe I could finally get to know some people, but mother had some rules before allowing me to stay in school hall. After class, I was to go pack dinner and go straight back to hall, shower, and then go inside my room and turn on the webcam. The webcam had to be on until I went to sleep so she could see me eat, do my work, etc until I went to bed. Only around 11pm would I be allowed to turn it off and go to bed. At the start I was so happy to be out of the house I agreed to these rules. Neighbours on my floor would ask if I wanted to eat together or study together, but I always had to come up with an excuse because I couldn’t. I couldn’t go to uni by myself either, she drove me there on Mondays and picked me up Friday evenings. I begged her to let me stay the weekend to study with my friends but she threatened to stop me from staying in school. School holidays were equally miserable, by then I barely had any friends, and would go out with my friends for a meal maybe once every holiday, and even then it became a source of anxiety trying to think of how to break the news to my mother. She needed to know the friend’s background, what time I would go and come back, where I was going, and she would then drive me there and wait around nearby. It was difficult because how the hell would you know what time a meet up ends? What if they decide to get dessert?

I’ve been working a standard job since I graduated. I have no close friends, just acquaintances. I go to work, come home, stay in my room, and repeat. I still feel like a prisoner. I can’t lock my room door because I don’t have a key, and she would keep knocking on the door until I opened up. She barges in many times a day even as I’m working. She controls the furniture in the room and things have to be tidied up her way. I can’t curse, I can’t swear. I can’t drink alcohol, I can’t smoke. I can’t come home late because she knows what time I end. If I happen to only be able to reach home at 10pm or later I can’t walk home myself because its “too dark and many foreign workers near the path” so she’ll pick me up. After 11pm she’ll come into my room and hover, asking why I’m still awake. I can’t watch tv shows or movies that are too suggestive/there’s nudity/ lgbtq+/even kissing sometimes. I watch shows like game of thrones at night on my phone under the covers like a teenager. Otherwise, my cursor is constantly hovering over the minimise button, waiting to click when I hear footsteps coming. She does not allow me to stay home by myself, saying that it’s not safe because people might see and invade our house because I’m female. I can’t go out by myself either, I have to report location, who I’m meeting and why. Sometimes I just want to go to Starbucks and read a book alone but there are so many things to lie about/explain I just give up the idea. If I want to go somewhere alone, she insists on going with me. She does not allow snacks in the house because they’ll make me fat, and I had to hide snacks in my room and eat them when she goes to bed. She constantly criticises my food choices, especially when Im eating with her outside and just makes me feel guilty all the time. She doesn’t like the fact that I’m a little pudgy and constantly points it out. Even my clothes have to be vetted by her- no cropped tops, no short skirts. Every morning I wake up with her voice complaining about something or other. She checks all my parcels (online shopping) to see whats inside and always tells me I’m wasting money/ why buy so many things. I get parcels only once a week at the most. She’s very paranoid, always thinking people are out to get her, that my colleagues are evil, my friends are jealous etc.

I know that she loves me in her way but I am wondering if this is the way my life is going to go forever. Will I only get freedom when I’m a senior citizen and she’s no longer around? I’ve asked for advice before on another platform but usually people just ask me to move out if things are so bad. I’ve broached the subject of moving out with her and she flew into a rage, saying that I’m improper and people are purposely trying to harm me by putting ideas into my head and only westerners move out. Because I’m single, she insists on not letting me move out. I’ve never been in a relationship, and probably never will because of the circumstances. Can you imagine me asking her if I can go on a date? She’ll probably follow me around.

I’m at my wits end. I know my problems are small compared with people worse off than me. I have a roof over my head and food on the table. I want to go out whenever I want without planning days beforehand and get through so much anxiety over every single thing I do. I want to watch game of thrones on the tv with speakers on. I want to lay out my furniture the way I want. I want to be normal, but I feel like a prisoner. I’m thirty, not twelve.

Sometimes I fantasise about her death, and how my life would be completely different. I feel really guilty that I think this way. I do love her, but she just makes it so difficult all the time.

I don’t know how to escape. I mentioned moving out but she threatens to sell the house/even suicide. I’m not allowed to be at home alone. I have been diagnosed with depression around 6 years ago. I feel like a prisoner.

Has anyone been in a similar situation before? Have you gotten out? Please help, because life has no meaning right now.