A netizen shared how she received a letter one day, presumably from someone’s wife, claiming that her neighbour is a homewrecker.

Here is the story

I’m on talking terms with my neighbor next door. A single mother in her late 60s maybe and with her 2 single adults daughters in their 40s.

Recently I got a letter in the mailbox from an unknown source. The letter says one of the daughter is a homewreaker and some other embarrassing details.

Basically it described the daughter clinging onto another married man and being very brazen about it. I think the letter was mass produced and circulated.

I guess the letter was made by someone’s wife. Tbh I don’t know how should I react to such a letter because both our families actually have regular contact.

I told my husband to keep to ourselves for now but he has to reduce interaction with them for sure. Now I find it awkward should I bump into them.

I’m pretty disturbed. Am I over reacting?

My husband has helped them with some errands before during lockdown. Sometimes they need help with some tasks that require strength and I didn’t mind that my husband go over to help in the past.

But now I think I should just tell my husband don’t help them anymore. Am I being petty?

I know the letter could be fake. But there won’t be smoke without fire.

My friend and her son came over for a visit and we left her son inside when we went to see the new table my husband worked on from TaoBao. Her son sneaked into my fridge and took out a bunch of brownies that contains alcohol. I infuse them for myself from orange liqueur (I have chronic pain) and they were leftovers from the previous day.

He ate 2 but we didn’t notice until he started to act weird and admitted he ate the brownies from my fridge. My friend freaked out and thought he dying and when I told her it was alcohol but she refused to believe me and called the ambulance despite me offering to drive him to the hospital.

The paramedics checked him over and told her they could bring him to the hospital but he would recover by himself at home. She took him home rather than go to the hospital and it’s been a few weeks but has since sent me a bill for over $800 claiming I poisoned her son and I should at least pay for the ambulance.

I’ll admit the fridge was probably too tempting but her son is 10 and I’m surprised a 10-year-old would just eat stuff from people’s fridges without asking. I called her up and told her I couldn’t afford to pay it and also that so told her it was regular orange liqueur and we could have driven him to the hospital without an ambulance.

She said she can’t pay it either and because it’s my alcohol I should pay for it.

Here are what netizens think:

• 10 years old is definitely old enough to have a sense of guest etiquette and know you shouldn’t go rummaging in someone’s fridge like that. I’d respond with a $2,350 invoice for the brownies he stole.

• Your friend wants you to pay because she cannot afford it. She knows her son is in the wrong for going in your fridge and taking something without asking. She’s trying to guilt you. Is that a good friend? You decide and either let her and her son back or not.

• I’d write RETURN TO SENDER on that invoice and slip a little coco powder in the envelope for good measure. LOL. 10 is too dam old to go through peoples fridge w/o permission. Period.

A friend of ours, let’s call him Aloysius, approached us asking for an urgent loan, saying that he had a bunch of people chasing after him for money owed.

He said that his business was having cash flow problems and he had no other choice but to come to us for an urgent loan.

We’ve known him for more than 20 years, so the base thought was that we could trust him, since all of us go way back from secondary school.

So a group of about 4 of us, pooled together money for his “urgent loan”, amounting to about $9,860, and we gave it to him.

We told him that we wouldn’t charge him any interest, just return it to us in 6 months, which sounds reasonable right?

So a few weeks later, I’m scrolling on Instagram and I see Aloysius’s Instagram Story showing him at Genting casino with another friend of ours.

That friend of ours didn’t know that Aloysius took an “urgent loan” from us, I messaged him and asked what were they doing at the casino? I thought Aloysius had cashflow problems?

He said that he doesn’t know anything about the urgent loan that Aloysius took from us, or that Aloysius was even running a business in the first place. He said that Aloysius was working as a delivery driver, and added “what business you talking about?”

I start to feel hot liao, want to whack people already. So I asked what were they doing at the casino, that friend told me “don’t talk about it already ah, I lost about $3k, and Aloy even more jialat, lost $12k in total.”

I really cannot tahan anymore, really want to hoot someone in the face. All of my friends (the ones who pooled money together for Aloysius’ “urgent loan”), started sending him messages and spam calling him.

All the messages got no replies and all our calls were unanswered, he eventually blocked our phone numbers and deactivated his social media.

At the point we knew that he had lied to us about his stupid “urgent loan” and slowly came to the realization that our money isn’t coming back anymore.

We read about these kinds of “loan” stories on your page all the time, and really I didn’t expect to actually become one of them.

Say real one, next time be VERY VERY careful of who you lend your money to, even if it’s a “friend” whom you’ve known a long time.

Aloysius, watch out for karma, god is watching.

(27m) I lost my virginity last night and gave her a bloody nose. I haven’t talked to her since.

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I’m really bad with women and the more attractive a woman is the more of a sweaty mess I become. I finally met a girl who was attracted to me. I couldn’t believe it.

We went on a couple dates and surprisingly she didn’t run away. She wanted to have a Netflix movie night for our date last night at my place.

She was acting really flirty and halfway during the movie she started making out with me. By the way before I met this girl I hadn’t ever kissed a girl, held hands with a girl or been touched by a girl in any sort of romantic way.

I was really nervous when she started undoing my pants but I kept going. We ended up making out and she asked if I had a condom.

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I had in fact bought some just in case so I got one and awkwardly managed to put it on. Well we got to it and I put it in her. It felt amazing. I did a few thrusts and it only felt better.

I kept going and…I came. In less than 15 seconds. While I came I tried to recover by leaning in to kiss her but I did it too fast and right as she moved and headbutted her in the nose which of course started bleeding.

She yelled out I panicked and apologized profusely honestly trying not to cry. She got dressed with her nose plugged with tissues and said it was fine but she wanted to go home. So she did.

I’m not going to lie I spent most of the night crying last night. I sent her a text apologizing but I have not heard anything back as if right now.

I really messed this up. I doubt I’ll ever see her again. I can’t believe what a loser I am. I’ve spent all morning miserable. I didn’t go to work today. I really like her so this really hurts.

I have lived with my BF for 3 years now. When I first stayed the night and he overslept I woke him up. He woke up in a bad mood and after a big fight made it absolutely clear that I should not wake him up even if I knew he would be late to meet the president.

After I calmed down I wrote a “contract” that said I would never wake him up under any circumstance short of an emergency as long as he never blames me for oversleeping. He laughed and signed it. I kept it with my important documents. (Daughter of two lawyers, get everything in writing and don’t sign anything unless you and your lawyer read it are rules I live by)

Fast forward to yesterday, he just started a new job, celebrated the night before playing with some guys online. He had to wake up by 7am.

I woke up at 5am like usual, did all my stuff, by the time it was 7am he didn’t wake up. I left the house at 8.15am and he was still asleep.

When I got back he was there and he was very angry, he started shouting and blamed me for being late, said I should have woken him when I noticed he overslept. All I did was stay silent untill he stopped shouting then showed him the paper he signed. And then I said I never woke you up and I never will, you are an adult and you can set an alarm like the rest of us. Also you being late is a you problem and I have no part in it at all.

Now he says that I am the worse gf in the world and I should know that the old rules do not apply since he no longer works for his friend that was lax with time. I still think I did nothing wrong.

Am i in the wrong here?

Here are what netizens think:

• The guy is 30 years old and unable to wake up for his new job then blames his girlfriend even though it’s HIS responsibility…..talk about a catch.

• sounds like you’re in a bad relationship

• Sounds like he wants to blame-shift at any cost, which is why we’re getting pathetic excuses like “the old rules don’t apply” and “you need to be more psychic.” Without a new contract, he’s still bound by the old one, though it sounds like it may not have specified what an “emergency” means so he may try to say this was. Best to avoid letting someone like him having that out tbh.

Hi everyone, hope to hear some of ur views. Hope this gets posted.

Tldr – How do I avoid looking like a cheapskate in front of my colleagues?

Some background abt me. I’m a single mum of 1 school-going boy, 2 elderly parents who are not working. In my 30s and I work in the CBD area doing client facing role earning mid 4figure salary. I’m ur typical sandwiched generation – not wealthy but also not starving.

My colleagues would usually go for salad lunches costing $15 per meal, eat together for dinner at those restaurants before going home, talk about the latest fashion (bags, shoes, clothes) during lunchtime.

While they are nice enough to ask me to join them for meals, a part of me feels torn – I understand that lunch sessions are a great way to bond but as compared to the $3.50 cai png (and multiplying it 5 times a wk) I could have saved so much more which would all go towards better use such as for my son or my parents.

Not forgetting my colleagues would buy a nice $4 coffee after lunch too. I do try and join them sometimes, but I’m also running out of excuses to basically say that I cannot afford to eat such “fancy” food that often because I’m the sole breadwinner.

I try not to dress too shabbily as well since we all meet clients but I can’t possibly be buying new branded clothes all the time just like my colleagues just to look nice, I thought being presentable is good enough.

My colleagues would also chip in for monthly office treats (not mandatory but ppl do know if u don’t contribute) and it just looks bad on me if I don’t put in some cash, or sometimes my colleagues would just treat each other to a beverage,

though again I know these all sum up to be quite the usual office expenditure, and I fear I look like the odd one out just because I don’t exactly “behave” like my other colleagues.

I guess my spending habits are rather atypical of an office worker in the CBD, partly because I think every cent I save then goes towards my household – as my kid grows older and parents age definitely expenses at home will rise too.

In a way, Idw to be buying $4 coffee treating my colleagues when that $4 can go towards my son’s pocket money/a bowl of noodles for my parents? Is it wrong to tighten my belts and allocate scarce funds this way.

I know I don’t earn alot and there’re many mouths to feed at home. Despite my shiny office wear actually I’m just a median salaried worker. It’s also not that Idw to find another job that pays more, but my current job on balance allows me the flexibility for my family needs and is paying me a livable wage after all.

So I wonder am I being too cheapo and if yes, how do I overcome this image so that my colleagues do not see me as this weird miser?

Growing up, I’ve never really been blessed in the chest department. Even in my mid 20s, I was still an A cup, and being an insurance agent, I would lose out to other agents who were more voluptuous than me.

I thought “enough is enough”, and decided to get a loan so that I can get breast enlargement surgery all the way to a 36DD.

I took loans from my family and friends instead of getting a bank loan because the banks charge interest and my loved ones are not really very “geh gao” about it.

The surgery went well and after a few weeks of recovery, I was ready to go. The only difference was now I had two scars under my breasts from where the silicones were inserted.

I started dressing very revealingly, putting my “girls” on display when I meet with my insurance clients and prospects, and my immediate thought was to quickly close as many sales as I can to repay the loan that I took out in the first place because I’m the type of person who hates owing people money.

It was no problem actually, I had men coming from left, right and centre, signing insurance plans with me and it wasn’t long before I repaid my loan.

The next step was to close as many insurance sales as I possibly could to make up for lost time, and it went so well that I am easily making high 4-figures to low 5-figures per month.

come to think of it, I should have done this a long time ago…

Netizens’ comments

1. Should just appeal to use skillsfuture credit
2. Headlamps can see cannot touch also no use..only can use to xian nerds
3. I will terminate all my previous insurance policy n renew new ones. what’s her contact by the way??
4. Size matter, with her sales target going up, ur cup might b going up too…n her doc get to earn too, well done…make economics better

Most tekan Stand By Bed (SBB)/Stand By Area (SBA) stories?

I’m sure we’ve all been there. It’s a Friday afternoon, you and your bunkmates have some admin time to area clean.

You use wet wipes and think you’ve cleaned everything relatively spotless. Until you’re sergeant or Sergeant Major comes in, magically finds some dust on top of your locker.

The weird circle grouting near the windows, still dirty and dusty. The bunk ladder is detached by your RSM and is dusty af. Shoes not aligned, buckle for field pack not buckled.

In no time at all, you’re facing the tiled floor as you down 20.

Curious to hear your worst SBB/SBA stories.

Netizens’ comments

1. I’m from the time when stand by bed at parade square was still practiced…..
   Imagine carrying every fucking thing – cupboards, bed, everything down to the parade square and arranging them as though it was your bunk.
2. We cleaned the toilet. Washed and scrubbed till back pain.
   Encik: Very impressive gennerman. So clean till no cock hair.
   Us: Yes encik.
   Encik: Please gathering everyone in the toilet. Must show them how it is done.
   Us: Uhhh whole platoon?
   Encik: Yes.
   Whole platoon proceeds to gather in toilet. Encik climbs up onto the sink.
   Encik: Whole lot CB! Can’t you see that the toilet floor is wet? Whole lot sit up position change! You all do until the floor is DRY!
3. sbb for 5 hrs, 3 lvls of bunks surveyed by one sgt major, go from lvl one up, any mistake spotted everyone redo, but sgt major will not tell u what the mistake is, once spotted will just semula whole coy.
4. How about having a standby universe and getting all your shit thrown out of the locker?
5. My sergeant found a speck of dust on top of my buddy’s cupboard, and my buddy tried to be funny and said some joke about dust that I can’t remember.
   Then he ended up doing 5 counts of 4 jumping jacks, where he had to say “i will not be funny anymore” at each count lol

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