A guy shared a story about how he was approached by a chiobu insurance agent to buy insurance, and he ended up buying 3 plans because he found it hard to say no to her.

Here is the story:

“I have a problem, I turn into a r*tard when I meet beautiful women.

I am always being approached by insurance agents when I walk past mrt stations and whatnot but I always had no problem saying no.

Because they were all guys.

But then recently a chiobu insurance agent wearing damn tight and short skirt and a low cut blouse approached me and asked if I had 5 mins to spare her.

I thought to myself, 5 mins? I give you 5 hours ah.

I mean she was wearing a mask ah so I could only see half her face but her eyes disappeared when she smiles and I got sot a bit.

Then when we sat down at starbucks and she took off her mask to take a sip from her coffee, i finally saw her face.

Wah she really fking chio until i don’t know how to english.

I don’t know what happened but i ended up buying 3 insurance plans.

i bought a life insurance plan, health insurance plan and some savings plan that I have no idea about.

Do you think she will say yes if I ask her out?”

Editor’s note: What the f…

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A former Geylang prostitute shared a story about how her life changed after she stopped having s*x for money and took a private degree instead.

Here is the story:

“Admin please keep my identity a secret.

I used to work as a prostitute along Geylang, my family was poor and I wanted to make quick money.

It was not the easiest of jobs because there were many risks involved.

Some of the risks include clients refusing to pay after fking, so I made it a point to collect payment first before service start.

There is also the risk of police raids and I have seen a few close shaves.

Of course, there is always the risk of contracting an STD because of the number of men that we fk.

Life hasn’t been very easy with the whole pandemic, business has been slow and I could make more money working in a proper job.

With the money that I earned and saved up over the years, I enrolled into *school name withheld* and am currently studying a private business degree.

My life is so much better and I don’t need to be at the mercy of men touching and groping me.

I’ve had so much s* over the years that I am sick and tired of it.

Thankfully I never caught any STDs as well.

Now I am living a much more peaceful life and my only focus is on my studies.

I spend my free time studying and working part time jobs to earn some extra money and kill time.

Nobody at work knows I used to be a prostitute.

Even my own family also doesn’t know, god.. Those were some chaotic times.

My family is also in a much better place.

Honestly this pandemic is like a blessing in disguise for me and I’m just glad that I don’t have to sleep with strangers anymore.

To all those s*x workers out there, be brave and take a leap of faith, stop degrading yourselves and do something worthwhile with your lives.”

Editor’s note: There’s a silver lining after all, really happy for you and hope you’re doing well in school.

Guys are such jerks.

At least those I dated. I always seem to attract the bad ones. I am a pretty girl, standing at 172m, a part-time model and known to have flawless skin. So why is it that the guys I have dated are all jerks? I admit that I have my own set of criteria and standards when it comes to dating. He must be taller than me, built body and good looking.

It took me years of dating to abolish my criteria.

The guys I dated? Horrible! I have heard things like I shouldn’t eat so much or else I will get fat. This was during my birthday, we went for a buffet and when he saw how much I was eating, he said ‘Didn’t know you can eat so much.

But you shouldn’t or else you will become fat. Why not just eat the salad?’ I rolled my eyes, I was happy and I have a hearty appetite when I am happy. Duh. Another one only wants me to wear skirts, dresses or tank tops when with him, because jeans and tee are too unfeminine. Then there’s the one who would cancel all plans we made if ever I went to meet him without make-up. He would literally drag me to Sephora or whatever make-up store and buy for me on the spot. Hello? I have flawless skin, I don’t need constant make-up to feel beautiful. And this other one who constantly had s on his mind, always pawing me here and there.

So the above all are bad enough right? This takes the cake. We were on vacation and at a crowded swimming pool, when he said to me, very loudly ‘You know what? You should get implants’. Kid you not. He said that in front of so many people. I was so humiliated and embarrassed.

I am a good C cup, why on earth do I need implants?!

I am 27, tired of dating all the wrong guys. I see a few of my friends in happy, stable relationships and get all envious. I just want someone who can love and embrace me for who I am.

Doesn’t mind that I eat a lot when I am happy, lets me wear whatever I want, loves me even with no make-up on, respects me and treats me as his equal. At this point, looks don’t even matter, as long as we get along and sparks happen, then that’s good.

But where are you, my Mr. Right?

A bit of context is needed and I apologize it may belong. It all started when my boyfriend (m27) and I (f27) moved in last year.

We introduced ourselves to our neighbour (f30ish) and she seemed great, super nice. We quickly learned that the soundproofing of this building is nonexistent, you hear everything. Regular toned conversations, showers turning on, TVs, you name it, we can hear it. I have tried my hardest to be a quiet and respectful neighbour but the neighbour this is about didn’t seem to care and often watched her tv at full blast and would have loud conversations on the phone at all hours. But it didn’t really bother me that much, what can you do?

A few months after moving in our neighbour had a guy “friend” over and it was loud. Headboard banging, slapping, screaming, loud. It was hilarious we thought, the first time. But this turned into an almost daily, almost always around noon, occurrence for about a month and this girl had lungs.

I could hear it everywhere in the building, toilet, downstairs. Just when I was beginning to get fed up with it and contemplating complaining to management, see I work from home and it was incredibly disruptive, it seemed someone else had enough and complained before me. Ah, the sweet relief of quieter s*x.

The screaming was toned down to moaning and I didn’t feel as assaulted in my own home anymore. I do think she thought we complained because she wouldn’t look at us anymore after that but I didn’t care, it was worth it.

Fast forward to two months, she and the guy and slowly was getting louder again. But I felt like I could deal with it since they normally happened around noon, or at least no earlier than 9. I had started working some days in the office as well so I wasn’t home to hear it as much, and most days I was gone before 7 am for my second job.

7:30am and I’m startled awake by a banging noise followed by some squeals and moans. I grabbed my pillow wrapped it around my head and tried to ignore it and sleep. 8am and I’m wide awake the noises were growing louder and the headboard was slamming with impressive force. I could feel the rage boiling up. My sleep is precious to me, I work two jobs and one is very heavy manual labour. Without thinking twice I grabbed our headboard and slammed our wall (the wall we share with our loud neighbor) and yelled not very nice things along the lines of “omg shut the **** up” and “I’m so ******* sick of this”. The silence from her side was incredibly satisfying at the moment and it has been beautifully quiet since.