I’m so deprived of female touch that I only go to female hairdressers.

I go to female barbers since that’s only female interaction I can get that is non work related. As pathetic as it sounds, it makes my day better and improves my mood.

The only downside is I attach myself to a woman that I only see once in a few month that I basically don’t even talk to.

The reason I say that this is the only female interaction I can get is that I’m incredibly ugly.

Netizens’ comments

1. I somehow doubt you’re that ugly. You need to work on your confidence. What you’re doing is pretty weird.
2. I never understood this problem, we are literally half the population. Moms, sisters, classmates, teachers, coworkers, retail workers… we are everywhere so I don’t understand this ‘deprivation’ unless women purposely distance themselves from you because of this weird mentality.
3. That’s kinda gross- not the desire to have female touch, that’s fine and normal, but to seek female professionals who are obligated to touch you so they can do their job, and you using them to take care of that specific need? You’re going to need other types of professionals to do that.
   It’s like if I went to the gynaecologist to have him touch my vag whenever I’m in need of a male’s touch. It’s very sketchy.
4. Maybe stop doing creepy things and start working on your social interactions? It’s kind of gross that youre using these people for your pleasure.
5. Work on yourself, the more love you build on yourself the more attractive you become.

For example, if you workout, if you become smarter by reading into interesting topics, if you have a passion about something like rock climbing, chess, engineering w/e.

By being physically healthy, you will feel more confident in yourself and by having hobbies interests etc. You will find like minded people with similar life styles all whilst becoming an overall more interesting person.

Next comes learning to listen, ask questions about other peoples hobbies, passion, interests, discover people. Show empathy, soft enthusiasm, relatable stories etc.

These simple steps bring positivity and attraction because a healthy man who is caring gentle, interesting, a good listener and communicator is going to get you a women’s touch.

Even the “ugliest” face when matched with a warm beautiful heart, smart mind and a healthy body can get you the right person for you

The final step is communication. That’s a big one to work on and does wonders.

No one wants a negative, unhealthy, uninteresting, poor listener and communicator who creepily begs.

Go to war with yourself, attack your weaknesses and come out a strong confident gentle man❤️

Stop looking externally and start looking internally. When you look at yourself, you will find all the answers you need👊🏼

What are the bad things going to happen in 2023?

For now I am aware of the GST increase, but worse to me is the removal of oversea parcel GST exemptions. Before I need not pay GST when buying things $400 or lesser on amazon or taobao but soon it will be real painful.

Are there any other bad things happening in 2023?

Netizens’ comments

• FY23 graduates priced out of the job market
• We’re potentially headed to a world recession.
  China is in the middle of a major health crisis by COVID that surely will impact all supply chains
• Recession and potentially losing your job going to be worse than gst increase
• I think it would be a start of a global financial meltdown due to interest rates runaway resulted to a severe gridlock in financial markets. Institutions will not be able to borrow from banks and this is on top of the ongoing stagflation.
• GST is not the worst thing. A lot of Singaporeans will be caught by surprise the recessions that is to come. End Q1 around March is where the economy worldwide will take a dive, there’s already tell-tale signs with the many layoffs that are already happening – more will come.
• Very bad inflation maybe. Just imagine the next baby boom comes after the marriage boom in 2022. Basic necessities become more expensive since there’s gonna be high demand.
• As per usual when its Chinese New year, everything is gonna increase by 30-50 cents.
• Hdb prices increase, supply decrease, mnd and hdb monitoring even more
• Some potential issues that could arise in the near future include increasing climate change, rising global temperatures, rising sea levels, and increasing economic inequality. Additionally, political tensions could increase between different countries, leading to further instability and potential conflict.
• China invades Taiwan and fights with the US and we are plunged into World War 3.

My wife is the best wife I could ask for, she loves cooking, she’s funny, she’s loving… but awful in bed. She’s the most vanilla person on the planet I swear.

She only likes 2 positions, missionary and doggy. And is only willing to do one more (cowgirl) if I really want to. She won’t do reverse cowgirl even.

I’m only “allowed” to come either in her or on a paper towel to throw away. Can’t come even on her stomach.

She’s also let herself go and I’m becoming less and less attracted to her. She wants to do it daily which would be 100% fine with me if she would let us mix it up a little but doing missionary 90% of the time is becoming redundant.

I don’t even come every time we do it and when I do it’s because I’m imagining someone else. I’m pretty kinky myself but I don’t NEED to do super kinky stuff I’d be thrilled with just being allowed to come on her very now and then.

She doesn’t even give me head but once a month if I’m lucky. And even then it’s only for 2 minutes until she’s bored.

I’ve found myself so desperate for something new that I find myself looking at every semi attractive women and thinking stuff like “I bet she’d do more than missionary if we were married”.

I’m starting to resent my wife which I hate because she’s perfect in every way except the bedroom.

Any advice on how to go about telling her I need more from her in the bedroom? She’s self-conscious so I need to tread lightly.

What do you think when you see 2 people with a 20-30 year age gap walking and holding hands?\

I’m a guai gia, mommy’s boy. When I walk with my mom, I hold her hands to make sure she doesn’t trip and injure herself.

But there are occasions where I feel people staring at us a bit and it makes me think too much. Like what if they assumed that she is my sugar mommy or we are in a weird huge age gap relationship. Or am I just thinking too much?

The only people I see in sg that hold hands while walking are either young children and their guardian, people in relationships or people assisting the elderly that have difficulty walking. So I would say my thoughts are somewhat justified.

Please share your thoughts with me, thank you.

Netizens’ comments

• People should respect you for caring for your mum even if you are all grown up, if people stare then their mind is perverted to begin with.
• I don’t know bout others but if I ever see a guy your age holding hands with an an elderly I would be pretty impressed that you care bout the elderly more than how others view it..
• Are you harming anyone? If not carry on.
• I think it’s very sweet when grown adults still hold their elderly parents’ hands. And yes, you’re thinking too much.

Last month, my girlfriend and I had a huge argument about cheating. She was concerned that if I ever went overseas, I would be tempted to cheat on her because of the lack of repercussions.

I felt like she was attacking my character and that I was being unfairly judged.

As I stared out my hotel window, I felt a deep sense of excitement. I was sitting in my hotel room in Tokyo, ready to embark on the trip of a lifetime.

That night, I decided to talk to some of my friends about the situation and they all told me that they agreed with her. They said that when a man is overseas, he can get away with a lot of things that he wouldn’t be able to back home. This made me angry and frustrated because I felt like my friends were taking my girlfriend’s side and not mine.

I started to think that maybe they were right. I mean, what’s stopping me from cheating on my girlfriend when I’m away? I’m not going to face any consequences for my actions. I can just go back home and she’ll never know. This thought made me really uncomfortable and I started to feel guilty for even considering it.

I had never been abroad alone before and I was ready to explore the world and experience all that it had to offer.

However, as I started to plan my itinerary and how I could get away with it. After all, I figured, no one would know if I cheated or not in a foreign country and there would be no repercussions.

I was aware that cheating was wrong, but I wanted to take advantage of the situation “INTERNATIONAL WATERS”. I reasoned that it was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and I could get away with it because I was so far away from home.

The more she wants to control me the more I would have cheated. If she had kept her mouth shut I probably won’t even have thought.

Since she is accusing me either way I guess I am going to do it.

I never thought I was the possessive type, at least not until I met him. He was everything I never knew I wanted in a partner. He was kind, funny, and so incredibly smart.

I could talk to him for hours about anything and never get bored. He was the type of person who I could tell anything to, and he would always listen with an open heart.

We had been together for about six months when I started to get worried.

We were both in uni and surrounded by attractive people who were constantly flirting with each other. I knew that he was devoted to me, but I couldn’t help but feel jealous of all the attention he was getting from other people. I wanted to do something to make sure everyone knew that he was taken, that he was mine.

That’s when I had the idea to leave a “love bite” on his neck. For those who don’t know, a love bite is a hickey, a mark left on the skin after a passionate make-out session. It’s a way to show that someone is taken and that they are not available to date anyone else.

At first, I was nervous about the idea. I was afraid that he would be mad at me or think I was being possessive. But then I realized that he was probably feeling the same way I was. He was probably just as worried about other people trying to get his attention as I was.

So I decided to go for it.

One night we were snuggling in bed, and I leaned in to kiss him. I did it in such a way that my lips lingered on his neck for a few seconds longer than usual. I could feel his pulse quicken as I kissed him, and I knew he was enjoying it. When I pulled away, I could see the love bite forming on his neck. I smiled to myself, knowing that I had successfully marked my territory.

The next day I was worried that he would be angry. But to my surprise, he was actually really happy. He told me that he loved the fact that I wanted everyone to know that he was taken. It made him feel special and loved. He also said that he was glad I had the courage to do something so bold.

After that, I felt more secure in our relationship. I knew that he was mine, and I was his. We had a special bond that no one else could touch. I also felt more confident that no one else would try to take him away from me. He was taken, and everyone knew it.

I was a normal guy with a normal job. I was working in a 9-5 office job, making enough money to pay the bills and have a comfortable life.

I was content, but I had a dream of doing something more. I wanted to be an entrepreneur, to create something that would make a difference in the world.

I had always wanted to be an entrepreneur, but I never had the courage to actually make the jump. I was too scared of the unknown, so I stayed in my comfort zone. Until one day, I decided that I was going to take the plunge and quit my job.

I was so excited when I quit my job.

I was sure that I would soon be a successful entrepreneur. I had a business idea and I was sure that it was going to be a success. I had no idea what I was getting myself into.

I started working on my business idea and I put all my energy and focus into it. I was sure that it was going to be a success. I was sure that I was going to make a lot of money and that I would never have to worry about money again.

But things didn’t turn out the way I had planned. My business failed and I was left with nothing. I was left with no money, no job and no hope. I was completely broke and I had no idea how I was going to survive.

I ended up moving back with my parents, begging for money to buy food. I was so desperate that I even sold my possessions just to get by. I was so desperate that I called my sibling to lend me money.

It was a tough time for me and I was close to giving up. I was sure that I had made a huge mistake by quitting my job and chasing my dream. I was sure that I had failed and that I would never be successful.

It took me months before I could pick myself up and find a job.

Chase your dreams and be poor. only 0.1% make it.

I never thought I’d be here, writing this story – but I guess life throws us curveballs sometimes. This is the story of how I left my boyfriend of three years for a foreign guy who had a bigger “banana.”

It all started when I was scrolling through Instagram when I came across a post from a friend of a friend. She had just gone on vacation to another country and posted a picture of a guy she had met there. His name was Carlos and he was cute.

We started messaging and getting to know each other, and I found out he was from Brazil.

I was intrigued by the idea of dating someone from another country and thought it would be an interesting experience. I told my boyfriend at the time, but he was less than enthusiastic about it. He was never really one to be open to new experiences, so I didn’t think too much of it.

But as Carlos and I kept talking, I found myself becoming more and more attracted to him. He was so different from anyone I’d ever met before. He had a laid-back attitude and an adventurous spirit that I found incredibly attractive.

One day, Carlos sent me a picture of himself in the shower, and I couldn’t believe what I saw. His “banana” was huge! I knew then and there that I had to be with him.

I broke up with my boyfriend and flew to Brazil to be with Carlos. It was the best decision I ever made. We had an amazing time together, exploring the country and learning about each other’s cultures. We even got to experience Carnival together, which was an experience I’ll never forget.

I’m now back in the SG and Carlos and I are still together. We talk every day and make plans to visit each other as often as possible.

I’m so happy that I made the decision to take a chance on something new and follow my heart. I’m glad I didn’t let my fear of the unknown hold me back.

Of course, there were a lot of people who judged me for leaving my boyfriend for someone with a bigger “banana.” But I didn’t care. I knew what I wanted, and I went after it. I’m so glad I did, because it has led me to an amazing relationship and a life full of adventure.

I recently had a heated argument with my girlfriend.

She had said that it was her right as a woman to be treated like a princess. Naturally, I disagreed with her on this point; I don’t think it’s right to expect anyone, regardless of gender, to be treated like royalty.

My girlfriend was adamant that she deserved to be treated like a princess. She explained that she had worked hard to get where she was and that she deserved to be rewarded for her efforts.

She argued that the way she was treated was a reflection of her worth and that if she was treated like a princess, then it would show that she was valuable.

My response to her was that it was wrong to expect people to treat you like royalty just because you’re a woman. I argued that it was unfair to expect people to treat you differently because of your gender.

I explained that everyone should be treated with respect and kindness and that expecting to be treated like a princess was unrealistic and unfair.

My girlfriend was not happy with my response and continued to push her argument. She argued that she wasn’t asking for special treatment(BUT SHE WANTS SPECIAL TREATMENT, CONTRADICTING!!!), but rather, the same treatment that any other person would get. She said that if men can expect to be treated with respect and kindness, then women should be able to expect the same.

I still disagreed with her and argued that expecting to be treated like a princess was unrealistic and that it was unfair to expect people to treat you differently because of your gender. I explained that everyone should be treated with respect and kindness, regardless of gender.

My girlfriend wasn’t happy with my response and continued to push her argument. She argued that if men can expect to be treated with respect and kindness, then women should be able to expect the same.

At this point, I was getting frustrated. I argued that expecting special treatment because of your gender was wrong, and that it was wrong to expect people to treat you differently because of your gender. I also argued that expecting to be treated like a princess was unrealistic, and that it was unfair to expect people to treat you differently because of your gender.

I can’t take it anymore and broke it off with her. Finally, I am free from this ‘princess’ what a way to end 2022.

I still believe in Santa Clause, even at the age of 30. I remember when I was a child, waking up at 4 am on Christmas morning, running to the living room to find out what Santa had left me.

That feeling of joy and excitement is something I still have today.

My family played a big role in keeping the magic alive. We would hang up stockings for Santa, leave out milk and cookies, and spend hours writing letters, detailing what we wanted for Christmas. My mom would even leave some of her old shoes around the house for Santa to fill with treats.

We would all stay up late, talking about the possibility of Santa visiting our house.

I remember one Christmas Eve, when I was about 8 years old, my dad woke me up and told me to go to the living room window. I went, and saw a sleigh gliding silently across the night sky. Santa was real! But it’s just fireworks.

I still believe in Santa Clause today, despite being older and wiser. Every year, I still write letters, hang up stockings, and leave out milk and cookies. I know it is a silly thing to do, but it brings me joy and helps me to keep the Christmas spirit alive.

I also still make sure to take time to enjoy the sights and sounds of Christmas. I love to drive around and admire all the lights, decorations, and the beautiful music that fills the air. During the holidays, I always make sure to get out and do something festive, like watching a holiday movie or visiting a Christmas market.

I know that some people may think it is strange for a 30-year-old to still believe in Santa Claus, but I don’t care. To me, believing in Santa is about more than just a jolly man in a red suit – it’s about the spirit of Christmas and the joy it brings.

I may not be able to see Santa, but I can still feel the magic of Christmas. Every year, I look forward to the holiday season and all the joy it brings. I still believe in Santa Clause, and I always will.