When I met my ex-wife, it was love at first sight. She was the most beautiful and unique girl I’d ever seen. We married shortly after and spent the first few years of our marriage blissfully in love.

But after a while, something changed. My ex-wife started to stick to me like a super duper elephant, Godzilla, gorilla glue. Everywhere I went, she followed. I couldn’t do anything without her being right by my side.

It started to become suffocating. I felt like I was being suffocated by her love, and I began to dread spending time with her. I tried talking to her about it, but she didn’t seem to understand what I was saying. I even asked her to give me some space, but she refused.

The situation became so unbearable that I eventually decided to file for divorce. I knew it was the only way I would be able to get some breathing room.

My ex-wife was devastated by my decision. She refused to accept that it was over and kept trying to convince me to stay. But I knew I had made the right decision and I wasn’t going to back down.

The divorce process was long and painful, but eventually, we were able to move on with our lives. I was relieved to finally be free of her suffocating love, but I also felt a twinge of sadness for the loss of what could have been.

My ex-wife still tries to keep in touch with me, but I politely decline. I know that if I continue to interact with her, she’ll just start to cling to me again.

I understand her pain, but I also know that I need to keep my distance in order to protect myself. I don’t want to be suffocated by her love again.

Divorce isn’t an easy decision, but sometimes it’s the only way to escape a suffocating love. I’ve learned that it’s important to draw boundaries and respect each other’s space. That way, both parties can move on with their lives and find happiness.

It was one of those days when I just felt too lazy to do anything.

I was sitting in my room with my laptop and scrolling through the internet. All of a sudden, I suddenly remember I got a date later that night and I wanted to clear my hair downstairs.

I thought to myself that I should buy a shaver but then I remembered how expensive they are and I just couldn’t bring myself to buy one plus I’m super lazy.

So, I started to brainstorm and I came up with a brilliant idea. I decided to use a lighter to burn my kkb hair. In my head, it sounded like the perfect solution. It would be free, it would be fast, and it would be painless. Or so I thought.

I got a small mirror and a lighter and I started to burn my hair. I was so excited that I was actually doing something to make myself look better. However, I didn’t think about the consequences. It felt like my pubic area was on fire and it took me several minutes for the pain to subside.

When I looked in the mirror, I couldn’t believe my eyes. I had burned off some of my pubic hair, but I had also burned off some of the skin around it.

I was horrified. I had never expected this to happen.

I quickly ran to the bathroom and started to clean the area with cold water. I was in so much pain that I wanted to scream. I applied some ointment to soothe the burn, but it didn’t help much.

I spent the next few days in agony. I couldn’t move my legs or sit down without feeling intense pain. I had to take a lot of medication to relieve the pain, but I was still in agony.

and of course the date was cancelled, also too embaress to see a doctor.

I have learned my lesson the hard way. I should have just gone out and bought a shaver or some other kind of hair removal device. Even though it would have cost money, it would have been a lot less painful than the burning sensation that I had to endure.

I regret not buying a shaver that day and will never forget the pain I felt when I tried to burn my pubic hair. It is a lesson that I will never forget, and I hope that my story will help others make the right decision when it comes to hair removal.

My husband and I had been married for the past five years, and we were very happy.

We had a great relationship and I thought we could trust each other. We had been together long enough to know all of each other’s quirks and tendencies, and I had no reason to be suspicious of him.

That all changed when I found out about “Blue Wave”.

One day, while I was going through my husband’s phone, I noticed a text message from his friend. The text said “Let’s meet up for a Blue Wave” and my husband replied “Sure, when?”.

Naturally, I was curious and asked my husband what a “Blue Wave” was. He stumbled over his words and told me it was just a code name for eating supper by the sea in Johor Bahru.

Alarm bells started ringing in my head and I asked him why he can’t he just say supper?. He assured me that it was just a regular meal and nothing more.

I was not convinced, so I decided to do some research on Google. I found out that it is actually a massage parlor my husband had mentioned was notorious for offering “special” services. In other words, it was a sleazy massage parlor, and I was horrified.

I confronted my husband about it and he admitted that he had been going JB for a few months. He said that his friend had recommended it and he had been going there for “relaxation”.

I was appalled at his behaviour and I felt betrayed. I had trusted my husband and I had never expected him to do something like this.

I was so angry and hurt that I wanted to leave him. However, I decided to give him a chance and I told him that he was not allowed to go to the massage parlour ever again. He promised that he would never go back and that he was sorry for hurting me.

I don’t know how to forgive him.

Is earning power or jobs really very important in a relationship?

I dated my boyfriend just right before covid starts. As restrictions and all were in place, there were not many big gatherings for friends or families.

Even CNY was just visiting each other parents’ place without relatives. So his grandmother just had a birthday party thrown a while ago and we attended together.

We went to fetch his aunt as its on the way. It’s my first time meeting her and she starts to ask more questions on jobs etc. I’m working in finance sector whereas he’s in retail.

So his aunt made the comment of, how come he’s dating me and he should date someone of his level. She asked me, why I would take a fancy to him when I’m earning twice more than him. She asked him, why is he driving my car later spoil how he have the money to pay me back?

I was a little upset but I just replied to her that some things shouldn’t be justified by money. Before we got together, this was one of the sensitive issues we talked about. We knew this issue may be brought up someday when facing family members, but little did I know, it would come from his family’s side first and in such a brutal form.

When we are heading home, he asked me to drive myself to my place and he will cab back to his place from my place. Normally he will always drive for us, I knew something was wrong. I asked him if he wants to have a talk but he say he was fine.

I asked him if he’s tired or unwell I can send him back first. He declined also. I just drove and tried to talk to him but he’s not responsive. Ended up it being a silent drive back to my place and he just left after. Next few days, we talked much lesser and he just drop the bomb that he wants to end the relationship.

Cause he feel I should go for someone my level and not waste time on him. I asked him if we can have a talk but he totally refused and just say he’s working late. I said I can go over his place but he just say he’s unsure what time he will end.

I asked to meet over last weekend he said he wanna stay at home. But my friends saw him at the mall with his friends. I’m feeling so lost and so hurt right now but he seems to be okay without me.

Today will be my last day in Singapore for a long time.

This is my (33M) first time posting so do forgive me if my formatting looks weird ah. Growing up I always wanted the Singaporean Dream, to find a nice girl, get married, have kids, BTO in a decent neighborhood, etc. But life is unexpected and I found myself more and more detached as time went by – let me just share why.

One of the first wake-up calls was when I was discussing getting a BTO with my ex. When we actually looked at the figures, we realised that if we wanted to balance saving for old age and paying off loans, it would take a good couple decades to pay off everything. Renovations, furniture, etc… the figures added up and it looked really daunting. For us folks with a more humble background (3-4k take home), this was a subtle reality check- at one point we looked at our finances and decided with heavy hearts that we might not be able to fulfil our dream of having kids before 35. It was during COVID that our relationship was fraught with more financial difficulties, and we parted amicably.

The pandemic was a double-edged sword. I managed to keep my job, but the workload only got worse even though I was working from home. I was at home, there but not there. I believe I can speak for almost everyone in my age group when I say that we all became jaded and upset with our lives and our jobs during that period. The rat race only intensified for my colleagues and I, and I kept asking myself- is this the Singapore Dream?

During that time, I was dating actively on Tinder. I found that many Singaporean girls are just too similar to each other, and in a fashion that wasn’t to my taste. Yes, Singaporean guys only hike and gym. But Singaporean girls always have the same movie quotes or some random MBTI/Horoscope sign on their Tinder profile. They have the same interests and conversations. Political views were never diverse- in fact, many girls don’t think about politics, as it isn’t their interest. I don’t think we can blame anyone for that- Singapore is just too small, and lacks space for us to explore hobbies and interests. We all end up liking the same stuff, watching the same shows, and we all end up feeling that a trip to Don Don Donki is an adventure. But after breaking up with whom I thought I would spend my life with, I felt like I didn’t want to lower my bar anymore.

I had a friend who went to Israel during his NOC days and stayed there afterwards for his work. I visited him there once the pandemic died down, and he introduced me to a friend of his whom we hit off right away. I have to say, when the folks in Israel talk about equality, they mean equality. She laughs at the Singaporean girls who say that females shouldn’t need to serve National Service. She refuses to be stuck in a rat race and chooses to spend her limited time in her 30s taking care of her ailing parents. She is refreshing, unlike any girl whom I’ve met before in Singapore. I was smitten. The months flew by, and before I knew it, I had already made plans to join her there. I have gotten a job offer and I will be flying towards Israel tonight.

I will be moving there to pursue a new way of life, a new job and hopefully a new place to stay until my old age. I will miss the small things in Singapore- the efficient MRT, my favourite Saizeriya (yes, maybe this is the reason I was dumped hahaha), the top quality Roti Coin at Kembangan MRT. But I think that this Chapter of my life in Singapore is at an end. I look forward to my new life in a new place!!

I’m a huge believer in the power of hustle. As someone who has been driving Grab and investing at the same time, I can say with confidence that it is entirely possible to make it if you’re willing to put in the effort.

When I first started out, I was a bit apprehensive. I had heard stories of people who had tried to juggle driving Grab and working full time and failed, so I wasn’t sure if I was up to the task.

But I decided to give it a go, and after a few months of hard work, I can proudly say that it’s been a success.

The first step is to make sure you’re driving Grab efficiently. That means having a good understanding of the roads and the best routes to take. It also means being able to anticipate when there will be a surge in demand, so that you can take advantage of it. This requires a bit of research, but it’s worth it in the end.

The second step is to make sure you’re investing your money wisely. This means doing research on the different investment options that are available and finding the ones that will give you the best returns. It also means understanding the risks associated with investing and making sure you’re comfortable with them.

Finally, you need to make sure you’re balancing your time between driving and investing. It’s important to have a regular schedule for both activities, so that you’re not overwhelmed. I usually try to drive every morning and then spend the rest of the day researching and investing. This way, I’m able to maximize my profits without sacrificing too much of my free time.

It doesn’t matter if you’re a beginner or an experienced investor, driving Grab and investing can be a great way to make a living. Just be sure to do your research and plan your time wisely. With some dedication, you can make it happen.

I’m living proof that it’s possible to make it if you’re driving Grab and investing at the same time. I started out a bit hesitant, but now I’m making more money than I ever thought possible. If you’re willing to put in the effort, you can do it too.

Is it wrong to be rich?

I come from a middle class family, parents raised me up, put me through university, and now I’m out in the working world making a living for myself in corporate. Like many others, I share the Singaporean dream of climbing the corporate ladder and possibly striking the jackpot in Singapore pools.

As a sandwiched class of society, I have been observing people from different financial and socioeconomic backgrounds. I have friends who are less fortunate in life, with terminally ill parents and young siblings to support. I also have friends who are wealthy and comfortable, with wonderful parents helping them with their housing down payment and buying them a car upon graduation.

I too, like many others, aspire to be wealthy and provide a comfortable life for my kids in future. Which is why I understand why many parents from wealthy families “spoil” their children, because no parent will want to see their child struggle in life. As such, many outsiders will give comments such as “spoilt brat from rich family” or “privileged and silver spoon”.

Some of this children from wealthy families do actually appreciate their generational wealth and are humble. Some, not so much, and will splurge their parents money irresponsibly. But regardless of weather that wealthy child is humble, or one who is irresponsible, they will still be subjected to such labels.

I always see negative comments in Facebook and instagram posts, when it comes to wealthy people. Take for example the recent spotlight on dick Lee’s family putting their bungalow up for sale and donating 60 million to charity. Many, actually most, of the comments are saying that they are trying to evade taxes through their charitable deeds or just looking to be in the limelight and doing it for fame.

Another example is the case of Naomi Neo, a local influencer in Singapore. Whenever she splurge on her children, for example on the birthday for her daughter, people were just so toxic and negative in the comments.

Now bringing me back to the question, is it wrong to be rich? Because if being rich subjects me to such hate, it seems like a curse.

But it’s a curse that I will want to suffer, in silence.

I’m the guy who previously posted about how I was on my way to gaining success in life, but pivoted mid-way towards being focused on serving humanity when I found out that we are living in a “simulation”, designed to help us understand unconditional love.

I previously stated that I have been spontaneously donating money to charity. Most of the beneficiaries are villagers who cannot afford to pay for food or clothing to survive the winter.

Someone asked me why I do not practice effective altruism. Simple: if I was suffering starvation or cold, the last thing I want to hear someone say to me is: “I’m sorry I cannot help you because it would not be effective to donate to you.” Effective altruism is a lie.

I have been unemployed for two years previously, so I know what it is like to be short of money. In fact, I started donating money regularly when I was unemployed.

Interestingly, I have been getting a lot of money lately. I am working in another country, and am considered foreign talent. And because of my status as a foreign talent, I have been getting a lot of allowance.

I want to state that even though I am financially comfortable lately, I don’t have a wife or girlfriend. It is something I would really like to have. I find it very sad that many people do not know how to appreciate their partners. I do not envy them. I get it that I am living quite comfortably, so I am grateful. I am not going to have thoughts like: I would gladly trade all my money for a wife.

I am contented with what I have. I was already contented with my financial situation and donating spontaneously before I got all this money.

Here are what netizens think:

• You can’t buy your way into heaven, even if you have done all good and followed the correct direction.

• Many people don’t believe in karma or giving. Giving its good if you have compassion for the needy. There are theories that if you give thinking of being rewarded, then there’s no merits at all. I m not sure how true is this…

• I need to praise you for your efforts and the universe is fair, you will reap what you sow. Pls connect with me, we are like minded.

I was standing in front of a large crowd of people, my heart racing and my hands trembling. I had been asked to give a speech to the company I work for, and I was feeling more than a little nervous.

I had always been a shy person, and the thought of giving a speech was more than a little intimidating. As the audience stared at me expectantly, I felt my palms becoming increasingly sweaty. I was about to open my mouth to start my speech when the unthinkable happened – I almost peed myself.

I was so embarrassed. I knew that this was a professional environment and that I had to remain composed, but I also knew that I had to do something. I quickly made my way to the restroom and relieved myself.

Once I was back in the meeting room, I tried to compose myself and gather my thoughts. I knew I couldn’t let my fear of public speaking stop me from giving this speech. After taking a few deep breaths, I stood up and began speaking.

The speech went better than I had expected. I was still nervous, but I was able to make it through without making too many mistakes. I was relieved when it was over, but I was also proud of myself for not letting my fear stop me.

Since that day, I have become more confident in my ability to give speeches. I have even been asked to give speeches at other companies. Although I still feel a bit of nervousness before giving a speech, I know that I can handle it.

That experience taught me an important lesson – fear will always be there, but it doesn’t have to stop you from achieving your goals. We all have moments of fear in our lives, but it’s up to us to push past them and reach our goals.

No matter how scared you are, don’t let it stop you from doing something you want to do. You can push past the fear and achieve what you set out to do. That’s the lesson I learned from almost peeing myself when I was asked to give that speech.

Yeah me too my last job i thought mine was admin staff only click email file up stuff and enter data in excel end up my boss ask me to present and talk infront of large groups. I panicked and sweat and almost collapse.