Don’t mind my long story, but this is for all the current NUS students who feel overwhelmed and feel like dropping out.

My name is Mei Ling and I am a 22-year-old Chinese female studying medicine at the National University of Singapore (NUS). My journey to becoming a doctor started when I was just a little girl, watching my grandmother struggle with a chronic illness.

I was struck by the power of medicine and the difference that doctors could make in people’s lives. I knew then and there that I wanted to become a doctor, to help others the way that my grandmother’s doctors had helped her.

Growing up, I was a top student, constantly striving for excellence in everything I did. I was driven, ambitious, and passionate. So, when it was time to choose a career, medicine was the natural choice for me. I was determined to become a doctor and make a difference in the world.

But the journey to becoming a doctor has been far from easy. The Singapore education system is known for its high standards and intense pressure, but in the field of medicine, it’s even more grueling. Every day feels like a race against time, with endless hours of studying, assignments, and exams. The competition is fierce, and the expectations are sky-high.

I used to love going to university, soaking up knowledge and expanding my horizons. But now, the thought of stepping foot on campus fills me with dread. I often find myself lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, and wondering why I am even there. The constant pressure to succeed has taken a toll on my mental health, and I feel like I am drowning in stress and exhaustion.

The constant comparisons to my peers only add to my stress. It seems like everyone around me is thriving, while I am just struggling to keep up. I have lost my sense of identity and my confidence has taken a hit. I used to be so sure of my path, but now I question everything. I often wonder if I am even cut out for this field, and if I will ever be able to meet the expectations placed upon me.

I have considered dropping out of NUS countless times. The thought of not having to worry about grades and expectations is incredibly tempting. However, I know that quitting is not the solution. I fear that it will only add to my feelings of failure and regret. I fear that I will look back on this time and regret not pushing through, not fighting for my dreams.

Despite my struggles, I am determined to find a way to overcome this burnout. I know that my passion for medicine and my drive to make a difference are still there, buried under the stress and exhaustion. I am searching for ways to rediscover my love for learning and regain my sense of purpose.

I have started seeking support from my professors and peers. I have also taken up mindfulness practices, such as meditation and yoga, to help manage my stress. I have realized the importance of self-care and have started setting aside time for myself to recharge and do things that bring me joy. Whether it’s reading a good book, taking a walk in the park, or spending time with friends and family, I have learned to prioritize my well-being and prioritize myself.

I am slowly but surely making progress. I am beginning to rediscover my love for medicine and the reasons why I chose this path. I am regaining my confidence and finding my voice. The journey will not be easy, but I am determined to overcome this burnout and come out stronger on the other side.

I refuse to let the expectations of others define me and dictate my future. I am ready to take control of my life and forge my own path in the field of medicine. I am determined to become a doctor and make a difference in the world, on my own terms.

So if I am trying, you all can too!

I had been single for a few years, and I was getting a little bored with the dating scene. I had gone out with a few girls here and there, but nothing ever really clicked.

Then I thought of an idea that would revolutionize my love life – I would date two girls at the same time!

At first, I was a little hesitant about this idea. After all, it seemed a little unethical and I was worried about getting caught.

But as I thought about it more, I realized that it could work if I was careful.

I decided to find two girls who were willing to date me at the same time. I also wanted to find girls who worked different shifts, so their schedules would never clash and I would have time for both of them.

I wasn’t sure if this was possible, but I was determined to make it work.

So, I started searching for girls who worked shifts. After a few weeks, I had found two girls who were both interested in dating me.

We started seeing each other, and it was great. We went out on dates, we talked for hours, and I had time for both of them.

At first, everything was going great. I was having a lot of fun and I was really enjoying myself. But then, after a few months, things started to change.

The girls started to suspect that I was two timing them and asked me a lot of questions which I denied.

One day, one of the girls found out about the other girl. She was furious and stormed out of my house. I tried to talk to her but she wouldn’t listen. I was devastated. I had ruined everything.

The other girl was mad too, but she was more understanding. We decided to stay friends, but it was never the same.

I had lost two girls because of my own foolishness.

From that day on, I swore I would never date two girls at the same time again. It had seemed like a good idea at first, but in the end, it had only caused heartache and pain.

I had learned my lesson and it was one I would never forget.

I was at my gf’s home alone, bored out of my mind. I had nothing to do, so I decided to take my girlfriend’s mother’s laptop and watch some ‘adult videos’.

I was so caught up in the moment that I completely forgot to delete the browsing history.

The next evening when I went back to her house, I was confronted by a very livid gf’s mother.

She was screaming and yelling, asking me what I had done. I had no clue what she was talking about until she showed me the laptop.

That’s when I remembered that I hadn’t deleted my browsing history. I was so embarrassed, I wanted to run away and never come back.

My girlfriend’s mother was livid. She was shouting and cursing at me, calling me all kinds of names. She didn’t understand why I had taken her laptop and used it to watch ‘adult videos’.

I tried to explain that I had been bored and that I hadn’t meant to do anything wrong, but she wouldn’t listen.

She said that I had caused her to throw her face in her office because when giving a presentation, she had gone onto Google Chrome to go to a website and she accidentally clicked on the first link which was the website I visited to watch the ‘adult videos’.

Her bosses were all around and they all got a shock and looked at her in bewilderment.

In the end, she got called into the boss office and had to do an explanation and almost lost her job because her office has a strict rule on not using the company’s laptop for personal uses.

I was apologetic but nothing I said seemed to go into her ears.

Should have just watched it on my phone instead.

I have a problem. Every time I get ‘hard’, I will fart. It’s embarrassing, and it’s a problem I’ve been dealing with for as long as I can remember.

I don’t know what causes it, but it’s been happening since I was a teenager. At first, I was embarrassed and tried to hide it from my friends and family. I was too embarrassed to even talk about it with a doctor.

It’s not just the physical embarrassment that I have to deal with. I also feel embarrassed because I can’t be intimate with someone without farting.

I feel like I’m ruining the moment, and that’s not something I want to do.

I tried to find ways to control my farts, but nothing seemed to work. I tried to relax the muscles, I tried to take deep breaths, but nothing worked.

I was starting to feel hopeless and frustrated.

Then, I decided to try something else. I started doing yoga and meditation. This helped me to relax and focus on my breathing.

It also helped me to control my emotions and reduce my stress levels.

After a few weeks of practice, I was finally able to control my farts. I was relieved and felt like I could finally be intimate with someone without farting.

But that relief was short-lived.

A few days after I was able to control my farts, I started to experience a new problem. My ‘little bro’ was weaker than before, and I wasn’t able to get ‘hard’ at all.

I was devastated. I felt embarrassed and ashamed. I felt like I was back to square one and I didn’t know what to do.

I felt like I had taken two steps forward, only to take three steps back.

I was embarrassed and ashamed, and I felt like I was never going to be able to be intimate with someone without farting.

I was never a bad guy and I always tried to do the right thing.

I had a girlfriend that I loved dearly and I thought I had a great relationship with her. Little did I know that I would eventually put her life in jeopardy.

It all started when I got a bit too into car parts and accessories. I was obsessed with making my car look and feel the best it could be.

I was always looking for the latest and greatest parts to make it the envy of the streets.

Unfortunately, I didn’t have the money to buy all the parts I wanted. I started to get desperate and resorted to using my girlfriend’s salary to buy the parts I needed.

She had no idea that I was taking her salary for all these.

At first, it was just a few hundred dollars here and there. But soon, I was taking huge chunks of her salary to buy the parts I wanted.

She had no idea what was going on and I kept it a secret.

But then, I started to get too greedy.

I started to take even more of her salary and before she knew it, she was down to her last few hundred dollars each month.

At this point, I knew I had to do something. I had to find a way to make sure she was still able to pay her bills and support herself with her remaining salary.

So, I came up with the idea of making her eat Maggi noodles every day.

I thought that this would be a good solution as Maggi noodles are very cheap and easy to make.

I started to give her Maggi noodles for breakfast, lunch, and dinner every day.

She was so desperate that she was willing to do anything to survive.

She had no other choice but to eat the Maggi noodles every day and suffer in silence.

Eventually, I realized what I had done by taking her salary for car parts is terrible and how I had put her in such a horrible position. I was ashamed of myself and I knew I had to make it up to her, but it was too late.

I had taken away her dignity and freedom and I had ruined her life.

She was so traumatized by what had happened that she never really recovered and eventually left me.

I will never forgive myself for what I did and I am still haunted by the thought of what I put her through and I should have never taken her salary and forced her to eat Maggi every day.

I’ve been dreaming of becoming a grandmother for as long as I can remember. I always imagined myself surrounded by a herd of grandchildren, spoiling them with attention and love.

As my children got older, I started to encourage them to think about marriage and starting a family of their own.

My oldest son was the first to get serious about a relationship.

His girlfriend was absolutely perfect in my eyes and I was ecstatic to think that I would one day become a grandmother.

However, there was one problem – they were not ready to become parents yet.

They wanted to wait a few years and build a strong relationship and then get married before bringing a child into the world.

I was patient and understanding, but I still wanted to see a grandchild of mine soon.

One day, I decided to take matters into my own hands. I asked my son to get his gf pregnant before they got married.

I rationalized that it would be a great way to start their family and that they could always get married later on.

My son was shocked by my suggestion and he said that even if his gf agreed, it was super expensive to raise up a child and very time consuming.

What’s more, his gf’s family was more traditional and they might not be able to accept it.

I thought about it for a while and realised that my son is right because things are definitely more expensive now and raising up a child is not child’s play.

Well I guess my dream of becoming a Grandmother would have to wait.

Until then, I can only watch my friends playing with their Grandkids and continue dreaming.

Without fail, my girlfriend always has to go poop in the middle of us getting nasty in bed…what can I do to stop this?

The majority of times when we get intimate, my girlfriend has to stop in the middle (during foreplay, eating out, penetration, whatever) and go take a dump.

We’ve talked about it for her to try to use the toilet before we do it, as much as possible, but it seems like she can’t always do that.

I don’t know if it’s being aroused or just the position of laying down on the bed on her back that makes her have to go, but it’s really putting a damper on our bedroom activities.

Sometimes she comes back with little tissue shreds in her genitals, because I hear her use so much in the toilet trying to wipe herself clean.

and there have been a few times she comes back and her butt smells like poop. I really don’t know what to do or what to say, please help.

Netizens’ comments

1. If you do not have a bidet, you could perhaps install one; it is easy and quick to wash one’s lower parts with one. If she needs to go, use the bidet chop chop fast game come back.
2. Intercourse actually helps relieve constipation, she might be constipated before and while you are doing it, her bowels loosened.
3. This sounds like a neurological issue, because normally arousal and stimulation causes a response in the parasympathetic nervous system that inhibits bowel contraction, effectively keeping things from “moving along”. It sounds like in her case the signalling is reversed somehow. She should talk to a doctor about this.

Physically Attractive = better opportunities at the workplace? What do you think?

Yes, i get it. Some of you will be like,’ ya duh, looks are essential!’ but some of us till cling on to that false illusion that in a “meritocratic-driven” country like Singapore, they’ll actually place more emphasis on your hard work rather than your looks.

But in the cold hard ugly reality of us unattractive folks, our 100% effort is equal to an attractive person’s 50%. The other 50% is attributed to their looks and all the benefits that come along with it.

You can’t deny that looks do play a part, i mean even in our day-to-day purchases, we will always ask ourselves “Which one looks nice ah?” before making that purchase. Pretty sure it applies to daily interactions as well.

Quick story. Some dude in my workplace who isn’t even competent in his day-to-day duties, can’t handle cases assigned, can’t manage the team well, and heck there were tons of complaints about him.

But hey, he is tall, lean, with that slick financial-advisor-esque hairstyle, well-spoken, and was then chosen to represent our company in some local documentary.

And voila, guess who was graciously awarded the “A” during performance grading for exemplary performance? Yes sir, not us ugly C-graders. hmmm. Halo-effect in play idk?

Do you guys have any stories to share on when looks triumph all at your workplace? Would be interesting to read hahaha.

Netizens’ comments

1. In Korea, doing plastic surgery is supported and they do it because being pretty and handsome do have advantages in life. Human can be superficial, it is the reality. Of course, being pretty or handsome alone are not enough but doesn’t mean it isn’t a advantage.
   Your example is not someone who just look pleasant but also capable of present themselves well. That is how simple human can be. As long they look good, speak well, even if the context is generic, they will think that person is smart. In fact, speaking well is more impactful than looking good but if you got both, wow, you will be amazed how you can talk cock your way through.
2. I guess it really depends on luck. Some get it easy by being physically attractive yet some get targeted by insecure people even if their work is good. The latter might not necessarily be drop dead gorgeous but better looking than their direct superiors.
   For example, some younger gen gets targeted by aunties at work just cos they get complimented from others in office for their youth and looks. Like imagine getting picked on for your height too like what?
3. For customer-facing roles it’s almost a truth. I look at all the insurance agents, property agents I’ve encountered, plus all the sales team members in every company I’ve worked in, and none of them are below average, like at minimum you could rate them a 5/10 in term of physical looks.

Everyone backed out of going to my kid’s bday dinner

My kid turns 17 this week and we had planned a family dinner. Everyone was going to meet up at the restaurant of my kid’s choice.

I’ve been planning this since the middle of last month. I reminded everyone just two days ago and everyone was on board.

Today I call my mom to tell them when and where to meet us. She declines because the restaurant isn’t one she likes.

If she doesn’t go then my aunt and cousin also won’t be there. My other cousin told me just now she and her husband can’t go because she procrastinated on a project and now has to time crunch. (She works for herself and sets her own timeline. She knew for weeks the dinner was coming up and when her “deadline” was but continued to procrastinate anyways.)

My kid has Asperger’s; making friends and keeping them is very hard for her. So she has no friends to invite or anything.

I’m disappointed in my family. How could they just blow her off like this? So disappointed and so angry.

On top of just being an all around great kid, she has worked so hard this year. She deserves a day that’s all about her. A day where she is surrounded by her favorite people.

I am just so so angry

Mom has forced herself into my home and it seems I have no say! I am so miserable!

I am a single mother. I recently started living alone with my little son. I was looking forward to having time to myself to reflect, re strategize and re-build my life. But my mother decided to temporarily move in to “help” me with the baby.

While I appreciate the kind gesture, we have never gotten along and we do not enjoy each other’s company. I don’t want her help and I certainly don’t need her help.

Despite her presence, I end up doing 70% of the housework and pay for 100% of the bills. She does a halfhearted job taking care of my son, so I do 85% of the child raring myself. I also had to furnish a room for her. There is also additional pressure to entertain her and ensure she is okay. She also acts helplessness in most scenarios, so in the absence of my father, I have to do all adult things for her (such as taxes).

I have tried positive thinking, I have tried and adjusting my attitude. But the truth is, her presence is enraging me.

When I suggest that it’s time for her to return to her home and her husband because I don’t need her help- she ignores me and tells me she is here for “x months”. It seems I have no say in how long she stays in my home yet she adds little value. Mind you, she is happily married and has a beautiful home and a wealthy husband.

I have concluded that she is here to feel better about herself. Savior complex.

I am getting quite resentful and agitated. These are months of my life I will never get back. I found myself counting how many months, weeks and days I have to endure her. I almost want to run away from my own house. I am done asking her to leave as she has decided how long she is staying despite my wishes. My sibling keeps telling me to make “the most out of it”. She thinks she’s such a good mother. Sacrificing her freedom and good life to be with me.

Am I wrong? Am I ungrateful? How should I handle this?