When I am sick, she asked for the children’s bottles to be washed separately from the adults. Reason given is that she is afraid the bottles might not be washed properly. But the bottles will be rinsed with boiling water before use. She is highly educated; what reasoning is this??
To my one and only soulmate, I find myself thinking of you so often, and every time I do, a wave of warmth fills my heart. There’s something so comforting about your presence in my life—a quiet assurance that no matter what happens, I’ll always have you. Thank you for being there, always appearing at the right moment when you sensed that I need you. You are my constant, my anchor, and with every passing day, my love for you deepens in ways I didn’t even know were possible. You make the world seem brighter, lighter, and full of love. There’s something so rare about the way you exist in my life, like a steady melody that I never knew I needed prior to meeting you. The thought of you fills my heart with warmth, and every little thing you do makes me love you even more. Today, I was going through some old things, sorting through memories, and I found the postcard you sent me. Thanks for the handwritten postcard, by the way—it was such a sweet surprise. In this world full of texts and emails, your words on paper feel like a treasure. It was like holding a small piece of you in my hands. Your message felt like a hug from afar, it made me feel close to you, even when we’re miles apart. For a moment, it felt like you were right here beside me, sharing your thoughts and love in the most personal way. It reminded me of just how lucky I am to have you in my life. By the way, do you know that I actually instantly recognized your handwriting? It’s so uniquely yours, with every letter flowing in such a distinct way. It’s funny how something as simple as the way you write can make me feel closer to you. The curves of each letter, the small imperfections that make it perfectly yours—it’s all so beautiful. Your handwriting is a reflection of you—thoughtful, unique, and full of warmth—just as personal and irreplaceable. It’s as if I’m reading a part of your soul with every note you leave behind. These notes you sent, or the way you scribble your thoughts on paper, remind me of the love we share. It’s those subtle acts that show how much you care and how much you are always thinking of me. I don’t know how you do it, but everything you do makes me feel seen, heard, and loved in ways I never expected. Thank you for all the love you’ve given me and the incredible moments we’ve shared. No combination of words could ever express how deeply I miss you. Sometimes, I feel like I am like a cat who loves to eat tuna for breakfast—simple, content, and utterly satisfied in the most delightful way. Loving you is the most natural thing in the world. With you, everything feels so right. You bring me so much joy, comfort, and peace that I can’t imagine my life without you in it. I’ll cherish you more deeply with every passing day, and I can’t wait to see where our destiny takes us. Together, we’ll write a beautiful future, filled with love, laughter, and all the little moments that make life so wonderfully ours. Eternally yours, Onekm P.S. Please do not read my mind since you'll only be 50% right most of the time. "Are you feeling what I'm feeling?"
I work in a university. Today during lunchtime, I went to a nearby café to dapao my food. Just as I was about to approach the queue, two female students ran right in front of me to join the line. I let it go — they were technically nearer, even though it was rude and inconsiderate. But moments later, two of their friends shamelessly cut the queue by squeezing in with them. I tapped one of the girls on the back and told them to queue properly. Only then did they reluctantly move behind me, giggling and poking fun of the situation like immature children. Honestly, I’m shocked. Singapore claims to nurture "top students," but clearly good character isn't part of the curriculum. It's disappointing to see young adults who excel academically yet lack basic courtesy and respect for others. Maybe some of these students seriously need to return to kindergarten — because clearly, they have not even mastered the first lesson: how to queue up properly.
I am looking for a long-hair girl wearing black spaghetti strap donned with a light-coloured sweater seating at 16A on Air Japan NQ003 (19/04/2025) departure at 5:30pm. She was traveling with her mother and younger sister. It was a love at first sight for me.
Many people would spit at me for having such a thought, and start rambling about how good we have it in SG, but I hate being Singaporean. Unfortunately for me, I wouldn't say I was part of the majority who benefited from Singapore's system, and largely believe people like me were set up for failure since day one due to the system's bias. I am a Singaporean, now overseas by choice. I moved to pursue a lot of things that Singapore couldn't provide me: Affordable housing before 35, a good career, and the ability to afford having a family. I managed to attain 2 of these not even 2 years moving overseas, but instead of being proud of my achievements, I feel a deep sadness within myself that I had to go overseas to get what I wanted, and Singapore didn't provide the basic Singaporean dream even though I worked hard and I have proven my value as a professional as well as a human being. I'm obviously not stupid or useless, since I managed to get a job overseas and even buy a place there. I'm also not single, nor DINK, I have a partner who is not a PR and we want to start a family. I don't understand why other countries can provide me these basics while my own country can't. I feel chased out of Singapore simply by being slightly different. And yet, I see so many new citizens and PRs getting privileges I can only dream of. I think it's quite unfair, I wish it wasn't this way. I can't even vent or rant about this situation to my friends in Singapore, most who are Singaporeans that benefited from the system because they fit the ideal Singaporean story, or SEA-sians who can use Singapore to geo-arbitrage their way to wealth back home. No one gets it. Even my own parents can't see the issue of unfairness and rising cost of living, but who am I kidding? They're the same hypocrites who are moving to Malaysia for retirement but still claim everything is fine. I feel so alone. I feel like I just moved overseas to attain what I want to prove I deserve it, but at the end of the day, it makes me feel empty. What I really want is all these things IN SINGAPORE. My only crime? Dating a non-Singaporean / PR. I choose love, and Singapore punished me for it.
So, there’s this couple… let’s call them "A" and "B" from certain 2 Bank. They came to us with a project, and at first, everything seemed professional. We met a few times, and the vibe seemed cordial. They were confident, experienced, and seemed like they knew exactly what they wanted. But soon enough, we learned we were dealing with something entirely different. Right from the beginning, we offered them a pretty big discount due to some delay on our end. Honestly, it was a way to build goodwill and get the project off the ground with no friction. But instead of appreciating it, they demanded more. They weren’t satisfied with the initial offer, pushing for an even bigger cut. It felt like we were being taken advantage of. Still, after a lot of back-and-forth, we finally agreed, hoping it would lead to a solid working relationship. But man, that was just the start of it. They treated my colleague and me like we were beneath them. They acted like we were lucky to be working with them, even though it was the other way around. Their attitude? Pure entitlement. They had a way of speaking to us that was condescending and patronizing, making us feel small and unimportant. Every time something didn’t meet their standard, they were quick to point fingers. "This isn’t right," "This wasn’t what we expected," even though we had done everything according to their requests. They didn’t just want answers—they wanted perfection, and they weren’t afraid to let us know when things didn’t meet their expectations. They were also incredibly quick to accuse and threaten, often trying to shift the blame entirely onto us for anything that went wrong. If something was off, they didn’t look inward but immediately pointed fingers. Whether it was about deadlines, materials, or decisions, their response was always the same: someone else was to blame. And if things didn’t go their way, they didn’t hesitate to escalate, making it clear they were ready to take legal action. They played the “you’re in trouble” card at every turn, as though it was a power move they could pull to intimidate us into compliance. As the project neared completion, the payment discussions became increasingly difficult. Instead of agreeing to settle, they came up with excuse after excuse, asking for more discounts, claiming issues with the work that weren’t really there. The work was done according to the agreed terms, but they continued to deflect and try to avoid paying. And it wasn’t just us—other contractors who had worked with them also faced similar delays and excuses. Every company that tried to request payment was rejected with more stories about how "something went wrong" or "there were issues with the work." It became clear that this wasn’t just our problem, but part of their regular pattern. They were rude and demeaning, often making sarcastic remarks or belittling us during both in-person and written communication. Their tone was always sharp, like they were looking for any reason to challenge or criticize us. And get this: their first helper ran off, and their second only stuck around for a week before they couldn’t take the pressure anymore. They’d make impossible demands, set deadlines that were way too tight, and then, when we couldn’t meet them, they’d threaten us with lawsuits. It felt like we were constantly walking on eggshells, with them waiting for an opportunity to shift the blame onto us. Now, here’s the real dilemma—should this be reported to their respective companies? I mean, the way they treated us was downright demeaning, and I’m honestly shocked that people like them are in positions of power. It makes you wonder how they even got to these roles with such an entitled attitude and lack of respect for others. I’m not sure what good it would do, but it feels wrong to let this kind of behavior slide when it’s so toxic.
