My teacher (53F) and I (21M) have become friends since I graduated 5 years ago and although everyone I’ve told has said it’s weird and she is 30 years older than me we both seem to think it’s pretty normal.

We were close back when she was my biology teacher and we always would greet each other in the hallways and I would stop by once the final period ended to talk to her.

Always told me not to tell people about our meetings, and started sending me explicit photos constantly

She always told me to never tell anyone about our meetings and even after I graduated told me to never tell anyone about our friendship which I thought was weird.

We would always complement each others looks and talked about life, her divorce 10 years ago now, and how she regrets not having children until it was too late. We have been talking pretty much daily, but I never thought of it as a s-ual thing, especially considering our age gap and how I didn’t find her very attractive.

She, however, started talking about her s-ual needs around 2 years ago and would send me suggestive pictures every night of her in a bra or even lingerie. I promised myself I wouldn’t let my hormones take over and would never send anything back or entertain the idea of us meeting up and becoming intimate.

After 2 years of trying to ignore it, I sent her a picture of myself too and she got so excited

However, recently a girl I was talking to ghosted me and I am in a dark place mentally when it comes to relationships and women so last Friday night after celebrating St Patrick’s day with some buddies and having a few shots she sent me a picture in a towel and I sent her a picture back, it wasn’t a full frontal birthday suit or anything just me in underwear and she went crazy!!!

She opened it immediately and replied with a bare chested picture that my drunken-self thought was stunning (reminder she never had kids and she was in good shape) I replied asking to see them in person and I said I would be free the coming weekend.

Once I woke up hungover that next morning I realised the mistake I made, I had 10+ texts from her reminding me how excited she was to see me in person again and I knew there was no going back.

Tried to back out of it but ended up at her place and doing what was needed

Fast forward to Friday night I took a drive back home from work and was thinking about ways to back out, but I’m too nice I couldn’t do that to a person who taught me and has helped me through the tough times of my transition to becoming an adult.

So I caved in to my doubts and regrets and woke up the next morning called her and set up a time to meet. I drove over to her place at around 6 pm and she answered the door dressed in a robe with the top opened slightly.

I was expecting dinner or at least time to catch up but she took me straight to the bedroom and made me sit down on her bed. I didn’t know what I was fully getting into when I first made the decision to come she started treating me like a student giving me instructions and making me call her ms. (redacted)

We had been on first name terms for around 4 years at that point. She told me I was gonna have to stay after class for some extra help and I felt like a child, hardly a man getting bossed around and treated like a student.

I won’t get too graphic but we did the deed and I felt awful afterwards. Instead of our usual conversations she told me it was good to see me and I should let her know next time I’ll be free.

She didn’t even ask me how my life was going or how anything was going, she just said goodbye and I left.

I felt like I had been used, but I know I started it and I agreed to it. This morning when I woke up I hadn’t received any messages from her and when I tried to reach out all I got was “busy talk later.”

I don’t know what to do I feel like I lost one of my closest friends and someone who I could confide in and talk to after a rough day.

I’ll try to update if things get better but I’m feeling pessimistic about it and my gut feeling is that things are gonna stay this way.

I was born in Singapore, spent most of my childhood abroad, and only moved back at 17. Maybe if I grew up there I would have known more seriously how they treat crime and misbehaviour.

Was arrested subsequently for ‘armed’ robbery

I didn’t pay much attention in school and got involved in crime in my late teens and earlier 20s, eventually escalating to robbery. I didn’t use a real weapon but pretended I had one, and it worked well for a while in a place where most people are unaccustomed to street crime, until inevitably I eventually got caught.

This was during the early pandemic so they maybe factored that in when giving me a comparably short prison term at only 2 year, but I think the judge made up for it by ordering 12 strokes of the cane, a bit higher than I expected. I knew it would hurt but I had no idea how bad it actually would be.

They keep you in suspense, not telling you your caning date till its near

Prison was no fun, of course, but the worst was that they don’t tell you what day your caning will be. So every day I wondered if today would be the day. I started to get very anxious after hearing a couple other prisoners say how serious it is.

They left me in that suspense for the first 14 months of my sentence or so until I began to try to hope, after hundreds of “false alarms” of guards walking by the cell for some other purpose, that maybe they’d forget or something and it would never happen. But nope, finally I was told that today’s the day. I had to submit for a medical exam and a doctor certified that I was fit to receive my punishment.

My heart was racing all morning, and finally I was led away to be caned. It’s done in private, outside the sight of any other prisoners. It’s not supposed to be a public humiliation event like in Sharia, the punishment rather comes from the pain.

I had to remove my clothes and was strapped down to the device to hold me in place for the caning. There was a doctor there and some officers worked to set up some protection over my back so that only my buttocks was exposed. I had to thank the caning officers for carrying out my sentence to teach me a lesson.

It’s only 12 strokes, I can do this!! But after that I start to kpkb

I tried to psyche myself up thinking “OK it’s 12 strokes, I can do this!” But finally the first stroke came. I remember the noise of it was so loud and then the pain was so shocking and intense, I cried out in shock and agony. I tried then to get away but I couldn’t move.

By the 3rd stroke I could barely think straight, I remember feeling like my brain was on fire and the pain was all over my body, not just on the buttocks. I think I was crying but things become blurry after that in my memory. I remember the doctor checking to see if i was still fit for caning at one point and giving the go ahead to continue.

After the 12th stroke they released me but I couldn’t move, 2 officers had to help me hobble off. They doused the wounds with antiseptic spray and then took me back to a cell to recover. My brain felt like it was melting from the pain so my sense of time is probably a bit distorted from that day but I remember I collapsed down in the cell and either passed our or went to sleep.

But little did I realize that the real punishment of Caning is more the aftermath, than the caning itself!

When I woke up the pain was still incredibly intense, but not so much that it was distorting my mind, which almost made it worse in a way. My buttocks had swollen immensely and any pressure on it felt like fire that immediately crippled me, almost worse than a kick to the groin.

My first time I felt like I had to use the toilet, I was filled with dread because of the pain…I managed to do it squatting instead of sitting, but still, just the motion of going “#2” agitated all the wounds and the pain was so sudden and intense that I threw up. I tried to avoid eating for a week because I didn’t want to have to use the toilet.

After a couple days the officers told me I couldn’t lay without wearing anything in my cell anymore and had to wear clothes. This was scary because they would agitate the wounds. I spent most of the day trying to lay face-down and totally still because even small movements would hurt so bad as the clothes rustled against it.

Almost a month before it healed

This continued for about a month before things started to heal, and even then, these actions remained very painful, just not cripplingly painful. I didn’t sit or lay on my back for many months. By the time I got out of prison I had mostly recovered but even to this day, there are severe scars and the area can be a bit sensitive.

It was way worse than I expected the experience to be. I know it’s my fault but I do wish my parents had warned me more about the seriousness of justice here when we moved back – though I know i wouldn’t have listened as a stupid teen.

Thankfully they were supportive when I got out and I’m getting back on my feet – literally and metaphorically.

My boyfriend’s colleague has always been quite touchy feely with him, even when I am around. It’s like she wants to show others that he is hers.

I thought it was just my imagination, but I think it’s been happening more and more often.

She likes to get close to him and I have tried to explained how I felt to my boyfriend, but he always brushes it off

I’ve never been the jealous type, but lately, I’ve been feeling a bit uncomfortable whenever she is around. She has a way of making it seem like my boyfriend belongs to her.

She always stands close to him and touches his arm when she talks to him. I’ve even seen her whisper in his ear a few times. It bothers me a lot.

My boyfriend is oblivious to all of this, and I don’t think he realizes how much it bothers me. I’ve tried to bring it up to him a few times, but he just laughs it off and tells me that I’m being ridiculous and that they only share a close working relationship.

However, I can’t help but feel like I’m losing him to her. She seems to have such a strong hold over him, and I’m starting to feel like I don’t have a place in his life anymore.

I’m sure she’s aware of my feelings, and I think she’s playing with me. It’s like she’s trying to show me who’s boss.

I want to confront her, but I need to consider that I have to give some face to my boyfriend because after all, they still share a working relationship with one another.

I feel like if I do anything, I would make my boyfriend embarrassed in front of his colleagues and might end up affecting his career.

I feel like I’m losing my boyfriend to her, and I’m not sure what to do about it. I just want her to back off and leave us alone. I don’t know if I can take it much longer.

I’ve tried to talk to my boyfriend countless times about how I am feeling about this colleague of his, but he just doesn’t seem to understand.

I know that he is not interested in her and did not cheat on me, but I just can’t help but feel uneasy with his colleague’s behaviour.

I was assigned to meet with a potential new client and as per normal business meetings, I knew I had to at least look presentable when I go and visit my client.

Boss want me to wear smartly to meet client because he wanted us to show the clients that we had some success

I was instructed by my boss to wear a formal suit and tie for the meeting because he always believed in dressing the part to show the client that the employees in the company had some success.

I knew it was unnecessary but because my boss was always judging us by our dressing (he wants us to have at least one branded item on us), I had to dress the part when I went back to office to prepare my meeting materials.

The client then called me just as I was about to leave the office and requested for me to meet him at the coffeeshop below his house as he was tired and wanted to go home to shower first.

Seeing that I was going to a coffeeshop, I decided to change out of my smart wear and put on my Nike sliders I wore in the office to meet him. I mean after all to me, it was probably going to be a chill setting.

I managed to leave the office before my boss could question me on why I was in my casual wear and wearing my Nike sliders out, but he probably noticed it.

Met the client, and the deal went well

I arrived at the coffeeshop and the client came down shortly after dressed in his home clothes and slippers. We had an engaging conversation and the meeting went very well. He didn’t even bother to judge me for dressing casually in my Nike sliders when it was supposed to be a formal business meeting.

I was able to answer all of the questions he had, and he was very impressed with my knowledge and expertise. I was confident that I had done a good job and could close the deal.

The next day, my boss came into the office and looked for me.

I was so sure that he was going to chide me for dressing in my Nike sliders for the meeting but instead he shook my hand and congratulated me for closing the deal because the client had agreed to sign the contract.

He also said that the client was impressed that I dared to wear my Nike sliders and dress comfortably to meet him because it was a first for him and he mentioned that he is quite a casual person and he really don’t like it when people dress up smartly to meet him but do not know their stuff.

After this incident, my boss perception on the need to dress very formally to meet a client kind of changed and he is more lax in terms of how he want us to dress.

His only condition: You want wear Nike or Adidas or what also can la, but at least wear shoe leh….

When I reflect on my journey so far as a cabin crew member, I often think of the many passengers I encounter on board a plane.

I have been in the industry for over 5 years now, and I can confidently say that I have seen some of the most interesting characters when I am at work.

Once the aircraft takes off, many of these ‘atas’ people start showing their true colours

I’ve seen passengers who look like they’re of some status, but then act like barbarians when the plane takes off.

It’s always a little disheartening to see these passengers act in this manner. At the airport, they might appear to be well-mannered and polite. They might even appear to be the perfect gentleman or lady.

However, the moment the plane leaves the ground, they become completely different people. They start yelling, throwing their arms around, and generally behaving in a way that makes the other passengers uncomfortable.

I have seen passengers who have had too much to drink, and it’s always a challenge to try and ensure a safe and comfortable flight for everyone on board.

I have also seen passengers who seem to think that the plane is their own personal space, and that they can do whatever they please.

They seem to think that they are above the rules of the aircraft, and I have seen them become quite aggressive when I try to stop them from doing something they shouldn’t be doing.

The worst part is when these passengers don’t even realise or care that their behaviour is affecting the other passengers on the plane.

I have seen families with young children who are trying to enjoy their flight, but are instead subjected to the rude and obnoxious behaviour of someone who has too much to drink or who doesn’t care about the other passengers.

I understand that some passengers are just having a bit of fun, but there is a time and a place for that. I think that being on an aircraft is definitely not the time for it.