A friend of mine moved into a furnished flat in the central area along with his wife. A few days later, it was afternoon and both of them were chilling in the living room.

Suddenly a woman covered in blood from head to toe appeared out of nowhere, crossed the living room and went into the bedroom. The woman was shaking in anger and muttering some words. Both of them got the living daylights scared out of them and ran out of the main door and locked it. They called the neighbours who came to check. They found no one.

The flat windows were all close, so no chance of anyone going out that way and people standing outside the main door would have seen someone leave. Both of them stayed at my friend’s parents place that night. The next morning they collected their belongings and called a priest from a temple.

The priest came over and sprinkled water with a plant or something and started to burn some yellow paper and started chanting in some words no one could understand.

The priest then said that there is bad news and told the couple to not come back for the night as the priest would stay there for 24 hours.

My friend’s home has a CCTV and he monitored the whole situation with his wife, the priest was seen as if he was strangled in the footage but there was no one there. He continued to burn joss papers nonstop and later even wielded his wooden sword in the air as if he is attacking something.

The next day the priest met my friend and he had obvious bruises on his neck, he said that he has won the battle and guaranteed that no more supernatural occurrence would happen ever again.

My friend has been living there for the last 3 years and he said that no more nonsense has happened. He said that he will sell the flat once his ready.

A young woman shares her struggles with her mother after she is forced to eat only vegetables at home, first world problems.

Here is the story:

I am already a 21-years-old woman, I am no longer a V, I drink, I smoke… You named it I done it.

But my parents are still over-controlling me! They force me to be vegan because of superstitions and I am a free thinker. Every time I come home my mom will say that she smells me eating meat.

I was like “wth” not calling her biatch but she dog ah can smell I eat what…

Here is the plot twist, my father also eat meat outside but my mother does not even say a word (she probably dosen’t even know), I know this because I saw my father eating at a coffee shop in front of my block and he was eating chicken rice.

Should I expose this secret to my mother?

So I have decided to move away from my home, I have never known the comfort of calling Macdonalds in the middle of the night and biting down a juicy hamburger while watching Netflix.

I am currently searching for a job that can at least bring me two thousand a month so I can at least rent a small room and be free.

It is always some soy crap snack at home or veges. I once told my mother that she is looking “green” just to insult her.

Ok, so I know the title sounds bad, but bear with me – I had my reasons.

So, I have been really struggling to find a job since I graduated. I’m searching in a highly competitive field (think finance), and yesterday was the first time I was invited to an interview.

I took a few shots of whisky when I woke up, just to settle my nerves a little.

However, by the time I was sitting in the company’s waiting room, the effects had completely worn off. I started to feel sick with nerves – the pressure of the interview stage was getting to me after months of writing applications. I decided to sneak off to the toilet to take a couple of pre-interview shots to calm my nerves. The interview that followed actually went really well – I had great chemistry with the interviewer, and we were laughing, flirting etc.

The problem came when I, very stupidly, decided to sneak in another shot (for good luck) before the final interview with the CEO. Sadly, she emerged from her office precisely as I was mid-gulp. She looked horrified and told me to leave the building. I tried to explain to her about my anxiety, and how I was simply medicating it, but she wouldn’t listen and called security to take me away. Afterwards, I sent the company an apology e-mail and asked for another chance, but they haven’t yet replied.

My mother thinks I’m an ***hole for drinking at all and called me an alcoholic, (she doesn’t really understand alcohol,) but my brother ‘doesn’t see the issue’ as long as I wasn’t drunk.

Am I wrong? Come on!

I know the title itself makes me sound awful but hear me out. I’ve been with my boyfriend for 7 months and he’s small down there, like 1.5 inches give or take. He constantly asks me if it’s big enough if I can feel it, and I always reassure him and tell him he’s fine. I tell him I’m not with him for his thing down there and he has nothing to worry about.

However the last few days he got increasingly agitated and kept asking me if I was lying if he’s too small, and wouldn’t take “you’re fine” or “You’re average” or “I don’t care how big it is” for an answer. I told him to stop pestering me but this went on for a few more days until I snapped and told him he’s below average but he has nothing to worry about. Obviously, he didn’t take it well.

I don’t lie to him and say it’s big, I say he’s average, has nothing to worry about, etc.

He has talked to me for 3 days and I’m really lost and do not know what to do, honestly, the size down there has never been important to me and he is kind. I am what people would often refer as asexual meaning I have very little interest in this kind of thing.

Eating makes me happier and he makes me delicious meals all the time.

What should I do?

I don’t know if this is a regular occurrence, but I went into the kitchen last night about an hour after I told my boyfriend I was going to bed. I always pump before bed so I assumed he would be finding food in the kitchen and Yes we are not married.

When I walked into the kitchen he was sitting at the table and he picked up the bottle I had just pumped earlier and saw him taking a sip. I said “what the h***” and he turned around and got super red in the face. I asked what he was doing and he said “I just took a sip I wanted to try it”. I said “you’re disgusting” and he started to find excuses.

He said “I heard that drinking this is good for the brain and I have an exam coming”

I went back in the bedroom and he never came to bed until this morning, he only came in the room when our daughter started crying.

I asked why he never came to bed, and he said I made him feel embarrassed. I told him nobody was around, and I apologized if I upset him. but it was still gross. He made a comment about how drinking my breast milk is less gross than drinking cows milk, but I said I disagree. Now he’s both upset and irritated with me.

I (22 female) recently moved in with my boyfriend (24 male). Most of the expenses such as food and furniture were paid from the money I’ve saved throughout my years in school since it took some time for both of us to find a job.

I currently work in a supermarket which means I’m on my feet almost every day for 8 hours, sometimes I even work 9 or 10-hour shifts. My boyfriend starts work next month, which means he’s home all the time playing games on my computer or watching videos/movies.

Since I can barely even stand after I come home from work (this was the only job available btw, I needed something QUICKLY), the only thing I want from him as household chores such as washing the dishes or doing the laundry. I do the sweeping and mopping since he’s bad at it.

Recently we’ve been fighting occasionally about the dishes and laundry not being done even though it’s the ONLY thing I want from him.

He always gets mad and says that he’s not gonna do everything around the house just because he’s at home all day (there currently isn’t a single clean plate since he refused to do the dishes 3 days in a row).

He told me to do the dishes myself if it bothers me so much so I walked out of the house and went to work. Now he’s not talking to me.

So, am I the a**hole?

Edit: please stop telling me to leave him, he is perfect in every other way except house chores

I am in my 30s and I do feel pressure and down on some days when I see friends with husbands/kids and wish for my own family too.

Call me naive but I’m still looking out for the one that will make my heart skip a beat and have comparability with. Don’t want to just settle and go back to a potentially miserable home in future.

I’ve been in quite a few toxic relationships. It’s been almost a year since I’ve been in of a relationship, and I am starting to get really depressed because I feel that I am not worthy of someone’s time.

I’m sick of the loneliness, and I don’t want to feel that ever again. I haven’t been able to find my happiness, and it’s starting to make things worse. I guess my question is, how do I get back out there without using dating apps? I know that sounded really stupid! (No, I am not looking for any hookups, I want something real.) Any advice would be much appreciated.

I’m worried that at this rate I’m gonna be single forever.

A man said that he was driving a Lamborghini and stayed in Bukit Timah end up his friends found out something else.

Here is the story:

Two of my primary school friend who I did not meet for more than 10 years came over to my house for a short drink and gathering.

We were discussing our current work and the “what were are working as” topics.

One of them was an accountant called John and the other one called Timmy said he is in real estate. (Not real name)

Timmy said that he was making big money and fully paid for his bungalow without any loans remaining and he is currently driving a Lamborghini. We were surprised and said if we could go down and try sitting in his Lamborghini.

He said: “My car now park at my Bukit Timah House, I don’t always drive it”

We were more shocked when he told us that he is not only driving a Lamborghini but also staying landed in Bukit Timah. The gathering continue with Timmy trying to show off everynow and then and he showed us his branded stuff he has on him.

When it got late, John was too tipsy to drive and I asked Timmy for help to carry him downstairs.

Timmy responded: “I’m not going to touch him so dirty and smelly”.

Then I said: “fine, then at least go drive down his car from the multi-storey carpark, so valet comes then easier”.

His responds:

I was so pissed off with him and he wanted to leave John at my void deck and leave. He said that he has booked a grab and I managed to peep at his phone.

He was not staying in Bukit Timah, he is staying in an HDB at Punggol. I managed to get the valet to help me drive down the car and John managed to get home safely.

The next day I told John what happened and he was really p*** with Timmy. He said that he is going to expose him. We then contacted another Primary school friend who was in close contact with Timmy and asked about Timmy.

That friend said: “Timmy? Ya he stay near me, next block only. He always find me drink coffee downstairs. Huh what Lambo? Lan Pa la he failed his last 3 driving test” and he jobless now”.