I had been dreaming of a romantic getaway with my partner for months. We had worked hard and saved hard to make this trip a reality and were both so excited.

We had planned out every detail, down to the last restaurant and beach spot. We had the perfect itinerary.

Then, the day before we were supposed to leave, I got a call from our bank. We had used a credit card to pay for our trip and our credit limit had been reached. There was no way we could go on our dream holiday.

We were both devastated. We had been planning this trip for months and had put a lot of work into saving for it. We had been looking forward to it for so long and now it was all for nothing.

My partner was furious. He blamed me for not keeping a closer eye on our finances and said that I should have known better. I felt ashamed and embarrassed.

We decided to try and get a loan from the bank to cover the cost of the trip, but we were turned down. We were both so disappointed. We had worked hard for this trip and now it was all for nothing.

We ended up having to cancel the trip and it was a huge financial loss. We were both so frustrated and stressed out. We ended up arguing a lot and the stress of the situation put a huge strain on our relationship.

After a few months, we decided to break up.

We were both too stressed and exhausted to continue the relationship. We both blamed each other for the financial stress and neither of us wanted to take responsibility for it.

I learned that it’s important to be aware of your financial situation and to not rely too heavily on credit cards. It’s also important to be honest with your partner about your finances and to talk about money openly.

I’m thankful that I learned this lesson before it was too late. I regret not being more careful with our finances.

Credit cards can be a great way to pay for a dream holiday, but it’s important to be aware of your financial situation and to not rely too heavily on them. Be honest with your partner about your finances and make sure that you talk openly about money. Doing this can help prevent financial stress and keep your relationship strong.

An anonymous Facebook user posted to an online news media platform. The user revealed her experiences  working as a sales representative in a luxury boutique.

The person describes in detail how she was advised not to waste time on clients who checked pricing on the things in the store because they would most likely be unable to purchase anything at all..

For this kind of statement, most people will probably be a little angry. Netizens also said that this is too realistic, but he has to admit that it is true.

Those are the kind of customer that usually leaves silently after reading the price.

She also reminded other sales associates not to be too proud for working in a luxury booktique

The woman added: “Because the customers in contact with them have a relatively high spending power, they will also classify themselves into the upper-class circle, when in reality, they are just sales associates.”

“The team leader at the luxury boutique where I worked explained that there are three categories of consumers that visit the store.

• One has no money
• one has the capacity to acquire anything but would most likely pay in instalments
• can afford it but has no taste.

The anonymous writer claimed that she was taken aback by the stereotyping of potential consumers.

However, the woman added

“As long as they walk in, there is a chance they will buy something. Why do we have to discriminate?”

The author believes that only the more she knows, can she see the real value of goods and services, and when the knowledge of life continues to improve, she will not only surpass the limitations of poor thinking, but also surpass the attachment to material enjoyment.

Part 1 is here:

To further elaborate, we are both single.

The complication lies in the nature of our work. Let’s put it this way, we are in an industry where it is unlikely possible to “switch career”. Our jobs have a certain level of exposure.

One wrong move and it can be disastrous. This is why I am struggling. I don’t want to look back and regret but at the same time, making an advance might cause a bigger regret.

It is not as simple as making that first move and see where it takes us because the uncertainty that comes after will be our greatest fear to move forward. Like I mentioned in my earlier post, no matter what the outcome is, most likely one of us still have to sacrifice our career.

Why?

If we are together, there will be a conflict of interest. If confession failed, the bond will never be the same again. We cherish this connection so much that we will not do anything funny to destroy it.

I don’t think anyone here can truly feel my struggle. And I am not expecting a perfect answer. I just want to know your thoughts in general. Should I just continue loving him in a different capacity?

And if YOU are reading this, I just want to tell you that I genuinely care and want the best for you. It’s unfortunate that we are caught in this limbo. Then again, I think of the present moment and feel blessed that this job allows us to connect deeply, emotionally though in a different context but still, in that moment. ily

Part 1:

I am a 25-year-old who has been in a relationship with my boyfriend for the past three years.

We had a very strong bond since the beginning and it has grown stronger with time. We have a great understanding of each other and have been able to compromise in every situation. We have discussed everything from our future plans to our daily routines.

However, there was one thing we could not agree on: whether or not my boyfriend should shave his downstairs. He wanted to shave it for aesthetic reasons and I was adamantly against it. I was not against the idea per se, but I had a very specific reason for refusing his request.

You see, I have always been attracted to a certain type of man. I like a man who is strong, confident, and a bit on the wild side. In my mind, there is no better way to display those qualities than with a full, bushy beard and a well-groomed set of downstairs.

To me, it is the perfect combination of masculinity and dominance.

My boyfriend was not convinced at first, but I eventually convinced him to let me explain why I thought it was important. I told him that I wanted him to be the dominant one in our relationship, not just in the bedroom but in all aspects of our relationship. I wanted him to be the one who made decisions, the one who was in charge, the one who was the leader.

I explained that having a full, unshaved downstairs was a way for him to show his dominance and for me to feel safe and secure in our relationship. It was a visual reminder that he was the one in control and that I could trust him to make the right decisions for us.

My boyfriend understood my point and agreed to let me have my way. He decided not to shave his downstairs and I couldn’t be happier. I feel like I have the perfect partner and I am proud to be the one who gets to experience the true power of his masculinity.

My boyfriend is now the grizzly bear I always wanted him to be and I wouldn’t have it any other way. We are still going strong, and I am thankful every day that he agreed to keep his downstairs in its natural state.

It is a reminder of our bond, and it helps keep our relationship strong.

First and foremost, I’ve previously only frequented Singapore TDs.

I am 21.

Started going to TDs recently but I’ve gotten the hang of it quite quickly, noticing and experiencing my fair share of interesting events… still a newbie of course. Apologies if you don’t like reading, I will add numbered points below that address my questions clearly.

The Story
After a Genting gambling trip a couple of weeks back, my buddies and I decided to hit up a few KL TDs to see what they were like…

One evening I met this Thai Disco during the last day of the trip and just really clicked with her (turns out she was the same age as me…). Thinking she was pretty cute and bolstered by our superior $, I hanged a modest 300RM garland on her somewhere in the middle and was promptly bested by someone else with a 2,000RM garland…

Anywho, for some reason, she eventually made her way back to our table and continued to chill with us. Played the usual games till we got to the 10-5 game.

My memory after that is still in a haze, vaguely remembering that she mixed my drinks and cheated like a motherf_cker, whispering that she would take care of drunk me…

I do remember making out pretty intensely in the club… Woke up with a start around 6 am in my hotel… with her next to me (First time dapao-ing btw). Heres the thing, my condom pack was still unopened and unused.

My mind raced at a hundred miles an hour. “F_ck” was my first thought.

– Google HIV testing kit where to buy KL

– Money was still in my wallet.

– D and organs are all accounted for and intact.

– Watch is still on my wrist and my passport still there.

However, the drama happened in the morning after telling her that I had to drive back to Singapore in a couple of hours.

Boom.

She started throwing all this emotional sh_t at me… saying that all I wanted was a one night stand, that she really likes me and wants me to stay longer (usual garbage), etc. I just made it clear that wasn’t an option, called a cab for her and texted her to get back safe…

She’s now been repeatedly asking me to come to BKK to meet her… We don’t text daily, I sort of ignore messages as i’m currently involved in a pretty important project.

Summary
Is it worth taking time off to go to BKK? I’ve sort of achieved what i’ve wanted but…

I’ll level with ya’ll, from what I recall, s_x was insane, how do I establish a booty call without destorying up/starting a relationship? If I do go, what should I look out for etc… can anyone with any similar past or current experience chime in here?

Really not looking for a relationship with a TG as their pretty hazardous as a gf option tbh… thanks in advance.

I married the man of my dreams five years ago. We had a beautiful wedding with all of our closest friends and family in attendance, and it was the happiest day of my life.

My husband was the most romantic man I had ever met. He said all the right things and made me feel like a princess.

He truly adored me and I felt like I was on top of the world. He called me his princess and always made sure I was taken care of.

Fast forward five years, and my fairytale has come crashing down. He still loves me, but he has changed. He no longer calls me his princess, and instead, he refers to me as an ‘old maid’. It’s like he’s given up on our marriage.

I don’t know what happened. We used to be so in love, but now it feels like he doesn’t care. We barely talk and when we do, it’s mostly about mundane things like bills and chores.

He rarely compliments me and when he does, it doesn’t come from his heart.

I don’t understand why things have changed so much. We used to be so happy together, but now it feels like he’s taking me for granted.

I’m not sure if he’s just not in love with me anymore or if there’s something else going on.

I try to talk to him about it, but he just gets defensive and says that I’m overreacting. I want to make things better, but I don’t know how.

I want my husband to love me the way he used to, to treat me like a princess again.

I don’t know what the future holds for us, but I’m determined to fight for our marriage. I’m still in love with him and I know that he still loves me, too.

I just wish he would show it more. I know that if we can just get back to the way things were, then we can be happy again.

I’m not giving up on us, and I’m not giving up on the love we once had. I want to get back to the place where he calls me his princess, and I’m determined to do whatever it takes to get there.

I owe a lot of money to a lot of people. It’s not a situation I’m proud of, but it’s the one I find myself in. I’m stuck in a cycle of borrowing money from one friend to pay another.

It’s not a sustainable long-term solution, and I’m starting to realize that.

It all started when one of my boss delayed my salary because the company was not doing well. I was still doing okay that time and had some savings, so I allowed my boss to delay my salary.

I believe that he would pay me back by the time he promised as he mentioned that he was waiting for some payments to come in.

A few weeks passed and he still hadn’t paid me back. I started to get worried and asked him about it. He said something had come up and he couldn’t pay me back right now, but assured me he would in the near future.

I was in a tight spot, so I decided to believe him.

A few more weeks passed and still no money from my boss. I had bills to pay and needed the cash, so I decided to ask another friend for a loan.

I explained the situation and asked if he could lend me some cash. He said yes and even offered to lend me more than what I asked for.

I took the money and paid back off whatever I needed to. I thought everything was okay, but then the cycle started repeating itself.

Every few week my boss would delay my salary and I would have to end up borrowing from friends again to pay off my bills.

Some friends were okay to lend me money but were also cash tight and could only offer me half of what I needed to borrow and so I had to look for more people to borrow money from.

This made me owe a lot of different friends money.

The cycle kept going and going. I was constantly borrowing money from one friend to pay another, and never getting ahead as it came to a point where my boss’ business closed down and he could only afford to pay me 1/4 of the total he owed me.

I was in a financial hole and felt like there was no way out. I was stuck in this cycle and didn’t know how to break it.

I then try to move on to another job to pay off my debts but had difficulty getting one as there was always someone who was more ‘qualified’ than me for the job.

Desperate to pay off whatever I borrowed, I decided to take the 1/4 of what my boss paid me to try my luck at the casino to see if I can win enough to cover my debts but I lost it all.

This made me fall deeper into the cycle of borrowing from one friend to return and they eventually found out about it and decided to all stop lending me money.

I’m currently still in a mountain of debts and jobless.

It was the stroke of midnight on my birthday, and I was waiting for the clock to chime in the new day. I had made sure to stay up so I could be the first one to receive a “Happy Birthday” greeting from my best friend.

But, as the clock struck the fateful hour, I was met with silence. No “Happy Birthday” message came my way, and I felt a wave of anger and disappointment wash over me.

And then, something happened – something that I regret to this day. I pointed my middle finger at my best friend via a Whatsapp image.

He only wished me around noon of that day. I was so angry that they hadn’t wished me a happy birthday at midnight, and I thought that this gesture would show them just how upset I was.

Little did I know that my middle finger image to my friend would be the start of the end of our friendship.

He replied me in shock, and then I realized what I had done. I had just flipped off my best friend, which was the last thing I wanted to do.

I quickly apologized for the gesture, but the damage was already done.

My friend was hurt and angry. He asked me why I would do such a thing, and I had to admit that I was just upset that I hadn’t received a Happy Birthday message from them on the stroke of midnight.

I said that I couldn’t help but get angry when I wasn’t acknowledged on time on such a special day.

In my anger, I even called him ‘useless’ and a ‘dog’ and even badmouthed him to the friends in our clique.

We ended our friendship that very day, he ended our friendship by telling me that there is no point that we still continue to be friends if I were to be so spoilt.

I did not think so at that time and just agreed to it but soon enough I guess the friends in our clique also had enough of my behavior and decided to leave.

Recently, I thought back about the past and regretted my actions and tried to contact all of them back, but it seems like all of them have already firmly decided back then to cut off our friendship for good.

I recently ORD from my national service and returned home to a life of civilian freedom. While I am relieved to no longer have to follow the strict rules and regulations of the military, I still find myself wanting people to address me as “Sir”.

It’s a funny thing, this feeling, since I’m now a civilian and I no longer have to answer to a commanding officer. But the title of “Sir” has become so intertwined with my identity that I still want people to address me as such.

I served for two years in the Army.

Through my service, I was able to understand the importance of respect, honor, and loyalty. These values were instilled in me throughout my training and I carried them with me during my time in NS.

I was proud to be a part of a team that held itself to such high standards and I was able to take a great sense of pride in my accomplishments.

I remember the feeling of accomplishment I had when I was promoted to the rank of second lieutanant. For the first time, I was able to feel a sense of respect from my fellow soldiers. I was able to lead them and give them direction, and they responded to my commands without hesitation.

The title of “Sir” was a constant reminder of the importance of my role in the military, and it made me feel respected and valued.

While I may have left the military, I still want people to address me as “Sir”. The title carries with it a sense of respect and honor that I have come to associate with my identity.

It reminds me of the values I learned during my service, and it serves as a reminder of my commitment to my country.

I understand that not everyone will be comfortable calling me “Sir”. Some people may not be used to addressing someone in this way, or they may not be used to the title in general.

But for me, it’s a reminder of what I’ve accomplished and how far I’ve come in my life.

I’m proud of my service and the sacrifices I’ve made for my country. I want people to remember that and to honor that service by addressing me as “Sir”.

It’s a small gesture, but it means a lot to me. I’ve earned the title of “Sir” and I want people to remember that.

That’s why I still want people to address me as “Sir”, even after I’ve left the military.