Reading and talking about the paranormal can give spirits the energy to interact with us, a theory i have been tinkering with. I’ll explain:

So i used to have tons of little paranormal experiences up until i turned 18 then they just stopped. And nothing for nearly 20 years. Then about 6 months ago i started getting super interested in the paranormal again and I’ve been either reading people’s experiences here or listening to podcasts. And things have started to happen again. I believe the more attention you give to the paranormal, even indirectly by reading about others experiences, can give them enough energy to interact with you. Some back story before i get into my latest happenings:

I started dating my ex wife in 09. We moved into our house in 2010-11. We always believed there was a presence in the house but apart from a dumb teenage girl moment with a friend claiming to be sensitive or another girl claiming to see something, no real experiences ever happened. But as adults when we moved in, we always sensed something here. Not really malevolent, but powerful enough of a presence to put you and sometimes also company at unease. But for literally a decade, zero actual experiences. Nothing unexplainable. Even when talking about the paranormal and even making jokes and subconsciously trying to stir something up out of sheer curiosity. Then in 2020 we separate and i move out.

In this new place i occasionally feel a small presence. I chalk it up to either imagination or maybe there’s someone watching over me. Who really knows what’s there which we cant see. We can only speculate. Now cut to 6 months ago when i start to get super drawn to the paranormal again. And i begin reading people’s stories literally every night in bed as i wind down to sleep. i shared about my experience with an entity i mentioned when i talked about the paranormal, it seemed to, as i call it “stir shit up”. As in if you give them attention, they would feed off the energy enough to actually interact with you somehow. Now that I’m giving more attention to this world we know so little about once again, it seems the same thing is happening all over again. I’m starting to feel the presences much stronger. Weird for sure, but i continue. Then around October i have a new experience……

I was at home. You can always hear them. Even over the tv or music, even when you try to be sneaky. They’re just damn loud. One morning about 6:18am. I remember exactly because my morning ritual is i wake up before any other roommate, get dressed, and relax on my phone until 6:30 when i walk out to leave for work. All before any roommate wakes up for their routine.

I am in my room looking at my phone waiting on time to leave. Dead silence in the entire house. Sitting in my room, facing my open bedroom door. Suddenly i hear loud sounds as something slowly walks down the hallway. But i think maybe it’s a roommate coming to talk to me before i leave. I wait about 1-2 minutes. No sounds, no lights turn on or off. There was nobody up at the time. Later that day when i came home i asked each roommate if it was them. They were not. I did everything in my power to explain it away. There is zero logic to disprove it. I tried.

Next experience:
I and my ex-wife are still friends. She’s still in our old house. We’re getting ready to sell it. so we decided since her roommates are moving out and we have work to do to get it ready to sell, i would move back in since I’d be there so often anyway and we get along well enough.

Immediately the presence in that house is stronger than i had ever felt before i left it. Every night. Im still reading and listening to stories and podcasts in bed. Getting very creeped out. Dumb and brave, I continue anyway.

One evening i go with ex-wife to help do some baby sitting and cleaning for cash at a friend’s home. She’s been doing so for months and asked me to come along this time because she hates going there alone because she thinks it’s haunted and gets spooked out.

There is a specific room she hates and feels like there’s always a presence in that room and it makes her extremely uneasy. A friend was hanging out with us and decided to tag along. So we get there and she asks me to handle that room because i don’t rattle easily.

So she’s in the toilet, the friend is just standing in the hall talking to us and I’m in the hall running an extension cord and i walk past the door to that particular room. I look at our friend as he turns sheet white and says as i walked past it, the door slowly opened.

Even though it was locked solid (i had literally just barely asked wifey to come unlock it for me so i could vacuum it so i know for a fact it was just locked). Take that as you will, just a door coming unlatched or paranormal. But it felt unlikely it just unlatched as it is a heavy solid built door with a sturdy lock.

Anyway, I tried recording some audio in the room alone a couple times hoping to catch something but i have captured nothing so far. I’ll keep trying whenever i get a chance. I also say “you are not allowed to follow us home or attach yourself to us and you are not allowed to feed off our energy” before we leave.

3rd experience:
First week of December ex-wife is gone with new boyfriend, leaving me alone in the house for a couple months. A buddy of mine who is pretty sensitive to spirits and such is visiting and we end up talking about the paranormal and i bring up the strong presence here which has felt significantly stronger since being alone. He mentions he’s felt something watching us from the kitchen the whole time that evening and nervously changed the subject.

That night i go to bed, read some stories here, get all spooked and get sleepy, put my phone on the charger, turn off lights, and lay down. Im still very much awake after only about a minute or two since turning off the lights when i feel something clear as can be pat on the bed next to my foot. As if someone took their open palm and just firmly went *pat, pat, pat, pat.

I am most definitely alone in this house. There’s no way it was a person. I calmly said “do not mess with me while i am in bed, and you are not allowed to feed off of my energy, and please respect my home and my boundaries”. And tried not to freak out as i tucked the blanket under my body as if it was a protective shield and eventually went to sleep.

After that i don’t read the spookies every night anymore, shit needs to calm down until I’m at least not home alone lol. But here i am typing this at midnight when i should be going to sleep, home alone still. So i guess we’ll see if i have another one to report soon……

Pls stop donating to scam charities

I thought it was over a few years back, but it seems to have made a comeback after covid restrictions are relaxed.

Have you seen those youngsters asking for donations, only accepting $10 notes, telling you they will use the money to buy rice or whatever?? They hold clipboards w a transparent pouch with pictures of elderly printed on ppr or something

They are scammers, I have even seen them sharing the money from the plastic pouch, and being so happy and giggling about the easy work. Tbh they look as though they are unemployed and delinquents.

Recently I just saw a guy holding that same clipboard being clingy to a lady and persuaded her to ‘donate’. I tapped the guy and asked what kind of charity organisation they are helping and told the lady that it is a scam. Instead of explaining to me, the guy just ran away, so shady.

Ok I dont know what charity name is printed on the papers, but if in any case I am wrong, pls lmk and I will take this post down. I just cant stand ppl using the name of ‘charity’ to con good-willed people of their hard-earned money. I was almost scammed myself cos the guy was pressuring me, but luckily I didnt donate.

Pls just donate to legitimate organizations through proper channels, or I rather you just buy toto and donate to sg pools and they can donate on your behalf.

Editor’s note: Legit fundraising activities are registered, you can check at charities.gov.sg to see if they are legit.

My husband yelled at me for refusing to give him a handjob in the hospital room.

My husband was staying at the hospital for some health issues. I was visiting him daily for a whole week.

The problem started when he asked me to help him “get off” – I was shocked I said hell nah not here because this is a hospital room, and nurses and doctors are coming in and walking out constantly. I told him he was crazy and no way in hell am I doing that.

He said it wouldn’t take long but I refused to even consider and take a risk.

Next thing he did was yell at me for refusing to make an effort to make him feel a little better after what he’s gone through.

There was so much lashing I had to step out for few minutes.

He refused to see me later and kept talking about “getting someone else” to do it. I was stunned by this and quite worried, what did he mean but his sister told me to be a little more understanding of his situation.

I feel so overwhelmed and humiliated.

His sister doesn’t know what the issue is exactly but she told me to be more understanding.

When I first started dating my now-boyfriend, we seemed like the perfect couple. He was kind, funny, and treated me like I was the most important person in the world. W

e had been together for a few months and I thought we were doing great.

Then, one day, I had a dream. In the dream, my boyfriend was cheating on me with another girl. I woke up in a cold sweat, feeling devastated and betrayed. I knew it was just a dream, but it felt so real.

The next day, I confronted my boyfriend. I told him about the dream and asked him if he was cheating on me. He denied it, but I still couldn’t shake the feeling that he was being dishonest. I felt so hurt and betrayed that I threatened to cut off his ‘bird’ with a pair of scissors if I ever caught him cheating.

My boyfriend was shocked by my threat and tried to assure me that he would never cheat on me.

He begged me to forget about the dream and move on, but I couldn’t. I was still so hurt and angry.

Eventually, I realized that my dream was just that – a dream. I apologized to my boyfriend and we moved on. We are still together today and I never mentioned the dream again.

However, the dream still haunts me to this day. Whenever I start to feel insecure in our relationship, I remember the dream and it makes me feel scared and vulnerable. It reminds me that relationships are fragile and that trust is something that needs to be earned and not taken for granted.

I know that my dream was just a dream, but it still serves as a reminder to always communicate honestly with my partner and to trust my own instincts. If something doesn’t feel right, then it probably isn’t. It’s important to never ignore your gut feeling and to confront issues head on.

I’m so thankful that my boyfriend was understanding and that I didn’t actually go through with my threat to cut off his PP with a pair of scissors.

It was a wake up call for me to always be honest and open with him, and to trust my own judgement.

Boyfriend said I don’t truly love him if I’m not letting him live his life, including flirting with other girls and dating others.

We have been together on and off for 5 years. Met in 2018, and 3 months later I found out he was talking to someone else. Then he went to another country and we were long distance. I have always worried he would leave me, I am not good enough because of my mental health.

I found out he was going on dates with another girl in said country from gut feeling. Ended up with him confessing that he wants to break up. We broke up in June 2019, but after stalking I realised they have been dating since March 2019.

I was hurt and became obsessive of their relationship. We didn’t speak for a whole year, reconnected early 2021 after they broke up.

Started dating and it was okay, until I broke down knowing he was going on an exchange to another country this year. Told him my fears about him finding someone else and replacing me.

He said I am too insecure, and he doubted if I really love him. He said love should be unconditional, and I should be happy if he is happy. He said he wants freedom, and he wants me in his life forever. But why can’t I be happy if he is happy dating other girls? Why would I limit his life?

He said to me as if it is a favour that he didn’t even see anyone else this past 2 years. He even told me out of frustration that he would rather just live his life, date and sleep with other girls, and if I truly loved him then I would stay. I can’t let go of this and I am feeling extremely depressed. All my friends are polyamorous so I suspect they would think that this is ok and I am an asshole for limiting my boyfriend’s life experience.

I’m a huge believer that travelling is life. I feel like there is so much to explore and experience in the world that sitting in one place should not be an option.

As much as I love my home country of Singapore, I sometimes feel like it is too small and there isn’t much variety or life here.

I feel like Singapore is such a great place to live in. It’s a very safe country, and there are so many things to do.

But at the same time, I feel like there’s not much variety here. There’s a certain kind of bubble around Singapore, where it feels like time stands still. It’s a great place to live, but it’s not really a place to experience life.

When I travel, I feel like I’m coming alive. I’m meeting new people, trying new foods, seeing new sights, and learning so much. It’s such a great feeling to explore new places and experience different cultures. I feel like I’m living life to the fullest, and it’s something that I don’t think I can find in Singapore.

I also feel like travelling is a great way to gain perspective. I’ve been to so many different places and seen how people live in different parts of the world. It’s opened my eyes to how diverse the world is, and how different life can be depending on where you’re from. It’s also made me realize how much I appreciate what I have in Singapore.

I think the best thing about travelling is that it allows you to see the world from a different perspective. You’re no longer looking at the world through the lens of your own culture and beliefs, but instead you’re seeing the world from the eyes of the people you meet.

You’re learning about different cultures and customs, and it allows you to gain insight into different ways of life.

I think that’s why I’m such a huge believer that travelling is life. It allows you to experience the world in a new way and gain perspective. It’s also a great way to meet new people, try new things, and learn about different cultures.

Singapore may be too small and not offer much variety, travelling is a great way to get out of your comfort zone and really experience life.

Is it a red flag if a company says that OT is claimable during an interview but includes a rule that reduces the amount of claimable OT in the actual job offer?

I recently attended an interview and the HR personnel told me that OT is frequent during peak periods in projects but not to worry, OT is claimable.

The HR personnel didn’t go in-depth about how OT claims work so I didn’t think much of it and left it at that.

However, they sent me a job offer today and I saw an rule that was not known to me. My official working hours are 0830 to 1730 but OT isn’t claimable on weekdays from 1730 to 2000.

They also included the fact that work hours per day is capped at 12 hours. So basically I am only allowed to work till 2030 everyday provided I didn’t take any half day leaves.

So now I can only claim half an hour worth of OT pay for 12 hours of work.

That seems fishy as to why they even have this rule in the first place. Do they expect me to work for free from 1730 to 2000 everyday?

Does MoM laws cover this part about OT pay? Can I actually refuse to work during 1730 to 2000 since I am not paid for that? Is it possible to for them to fire me if I do that?

I was so excited to finally be an adult. I was looking forward to being able to go to bars and clubs and drink legally. I thought it was going to be so much fun.

Little did I know that it was going to become a way for me to waste my parent’s money.

My friends and I started going out every weekend to different bars and clubs. We would buy expensive drinks and it was so much fun. We never thought about how much money we were spending. We were just having a good time.

One night, one of my friends introduced me to a guy. He was a bit older than us and had a lot of money. He said he could get us into any bar or club and he would buy us really expensive drinks. We thought it was great and agreed to go out with him.

At first, it was really fun. We got into the best clubs and he bought us expensive drinks. We drank a lot and it was a great time. But then, he started telling us that we should drink so much that we would vomit and waste our parent’s money.

At first, I thought he was joking. But then, I realized he was serious. He kept telling us that if we drank enough, it would be like wasting our parent’s money. He said it was a great way to get back at our parents for not giving us enough money.

I was shocked. I couldn’t believe that he wanted us to drink and vomit just to waste our parent’s money. I knew it was wrong and I told him that I wasn’t going to do it.

My friends, however, thought it was a great idea. They started drinking more and more until they were throwing up. They said it was a great way to get back at our parents for not giving us enough money.

I was disgusted. I couldn’t believe that my friends were doing this just to waste their parent’s money. I knew it was wrong and I tried to talk them out of it, but they wouldn’t listen.

Eventually, I just stopped going out with them and him. I couldn’t take it anymore. I knew it was wrong and I wanted no part of it.

I’m not sure what happened to my friends. I haven’t seen them since. I hope they realized how wrong it was and stopped doing it. I know it was a terrible way to waste their parent’s money.

I learned a valuable lesson that night. Drinking can be fun, but it should never be used as a way to waste someone’s hard-earned money. Drinking can be a great way to have fun, but it should never be used to hurt someone.

I had a dream that my Army Encik was calling for ‘Standby Universe’.

I was standing in formation with my platoon, fully dressed in military fatigues and waiting for orders. But instead of orders, my Encik said ‘Standby Universe’.

At first, I didn’t understand what he meant. I knew the order was important, but I didn’t know what I was supposed to do. I looked around me, hoping that someone could explain what was going on. Everyone else seemed just as confused as I was.

The dream felt so real. I could feel the sweat dripping down my face as I stood there. I could smell the salty air of the sea as the waves crashed against the shore. I could hear the sound of the wind blowing through my hair.

The dream went on for what felt like hours. I kept waiting for someone to tell me what to do, but nobody did.

Then, suddenly, I was jolted awake by a loud, piercing noise. It sounded like a siren. Startled, I sat up in bed, my heart racing. I looked around me, disoriented, trying to figure out where the noise was coming from.

It was only then that I realised I had been dreaming. I was in my own bedroom, not on a military base. I was relieved to realise this, but I was still shaken by the dream.

In my dream, my Army Encik had been calling for ‘Standby Universe’, but I had no idea what it meant in the dream. But I knew exactly what it was after I woke up.

I lay in bed for a few minutes, my mind racing. I was still trying to make sense of it all when I felt tears streaming down my face. I was crying in my sleep.

I was so confused and scared. I had no idea why I was having this dream, or what it meant. All I knew was that it had scared me deeply. I felt like I was in a nightmare that I couldn’t wake up from.

I lay in bed for a while, trying to compose myself. Eventually, I dozed off again.

The next morning, I woke up feeling a little better. I still felt shaken by the dream, but I was no longer scared. I knew that it was just a dream and that I was safe.

I spent the day thinking about the dream. I kept wondering what it meant, and why I had had it. I was still completely baffled.

Army days have definitely scarred me.