There was a period in my life where I moved from one part-time job in the west to another in the central area — and the experiences couldn’t have been more different. In the west, I had been working for five years when everything started to take a toll. The environment itself was already heavy — I often felt like I was being watched, talked about, and subtly targeted. But what really made it worse was a former staff — the aunt — who had been working there for only about three months and was struggling to perform. The bosses expected her to be hands-on quickly, but the environment was toxic. Some staff were instigating, gossiping, and creating unnecessary tension, and unfortunately, the bosses would listen to them. At one point, the boss asked me directly in a private session for my opinion. I responded carefully and diplomatically, suggesting they give her more time to adjust and improve. I genuinely hoped she would succeed. But in the end, they couldn’t wait, and she was let go. I was only assisting in guiding and teaching her when needed, yet she started directing her frustration at me. The unnecessary pressure she put on me affected me more than I realized, impacting my health and well-being. Then, suddenly, someone new came in. From the start, something felt off. The resemblance, the mannerisms, the way she carried herself — my instincts told me there was a connection. It didn’t take long for me to piece it together that she was related to that former staff. I confronted her during lunch, and her reaction said it all — guilty and caught off guard. I made it clear: I had nothing to do with her aunt’s dismissal. The whole situation was unnecessary and very uncomfortable. Eventually, I was let go, despite my dedication over five years, due to circumstances beyond my control. Being dismissed like that was hard to accept. Then I moved on to a role in the central area. The aura was completely different — the employees were generally more welcoming and helpful. But I carried some trauma from my previous workplace, and I had to really push myself to be brave and start again. However, the challenges came in another form. Most of the communication was done via Teams. Imagine being just a few desks away from someone, yet still having to communicate through messages. Only about 10% of the training was face-to-face, while the remaining 90% was done via Teams. There were many loopholes, and while my senior could instruct, there was very little proper guidance — it felt half-hearted. There was also a lack of proper communication. I wouldn’t be informed upfront if she was working from home, on annual leave, or on MC. WFH, I could understand. But AL and MC happening on a weekly basis — and I’m not even exaggerating — was something else. Weekly basis. And despite that, management didn’t seem to address it. I was left to figure things out on my own, carrying responsibilities as if I had been there for a year, when in reality, I had just started. Within a week, I could already see the pattern. Thankfully, my reporting manager eventually stepped in and came to the rescue. When she guided me, things finally made sense — clear, structured, and supportive. It showed me the difference between someone who simply instructs, and someone who genuinely guides. And honestly, the irony still hits me. In one place, I lost my job because of circumstances beyond my control. In another, frequent absences went unquestioned — and I was the one left picking up everything. In the end, I chose to resign. Not because I couldn’t cope with the work, but because I couldn’t keep carrying what wasn’t mine. To both of those idiots who played with my ricebowl: the world is round, and so is karma. What goes around, comes around. I hope wherever you go, you never have peace knowing what you did to another innocent person. Learn to take accountability. That phase taught me something important — sometimes it’s not about how strong you are, but about knowing when to walk away and protect your peace.

My godmother recently shared a photo of her newborn grandson with me, about two months old. Naturally, I feel that I should be happy for her during such a joyful moment, and I do recognize that this is an important occasion for her family. However, I must admit that I have some doubts and confusion about the child. The child’s feature, particularly his noticeably large nose (just imagine Jacky Chan's nose), don’t seem to resemble either of the parents, which has led me to quietly wonder about his paternity. Could he have been fathered by someone else? The baby's mother is a local graduate from NTU... (tall and slim, lookwise, average). Are NTU graduates pure? Or they do also have their fair share of stories? Anyone has any idea please. The thing which bothers me most is I also sensed from my godmother's tone and demeanor, that even she might have her own unspoken doubts, though nothing has been said openly. But what I know about this lady is that she had rather complicated relationships in the past with other men based on what my godmother secretly shared with me during our lunch together. I would rather not concern myself with this, yet I still feel compelled to know the truth.

Not only are we paying more for flats, but the quality of housing has dropped. Last time cement walls, now board walls, next time paper wall? I also don’t want to hear about easy to tear down etc bs. It’s expensive to tear down and rebuild to cement walls. Now wall so thin, can hear even when people talk / cough outside the hall vs old house that have thick cement walls. Gov say cos people want to tear down and redo partition? Really meh? Got stats to proof? Aso now house are getting so small. At least last time one room can fit cupboard, 2 single bed, 1 study table. At least last time chicken coop, better than now bird cage size. Think no one wants hdb size to be like Hong Kong. But we are progressing to become like that soon. We are staying in houses for 8-10 Hours per day x 7 days a week minimally, surely this is a priority. Don’t even bother asking people to have kids. For people who can only buy 2 bedroom. Really no place to put 2 kids.

I am - a 30 YO female, married. I am currently working in a law firm, specialising in family law and criminal law. I have seen the ugly side of humanity and how I seen how some people don’t know their rights and how they cannot afford lawyers to represent them. I have a passion to fight for this group of people because I came from a divorced parent household myself. Unfortunately I am not a lawyer - but I am currently schooling in one of the three law schools in Singapore. However, as I progressed further, my workload increases but my passion still ignites for the community. I want to fight for them but my old school lawyers have old school mindset and try to bring me back down to Earth. I am also experiencing a lot of burn out that make me think whether it’s worth to pursue law? I am being paid a mere $3,500 monthly but with lesser family time with my own family, going home late and even bringing home work. And I’m halfway being a lawyer…..

(TLDR) Im 39/m. Married for 9-10years. Before marriage, i used to patronize massage parlors. Got addicted when i was working overseas. After marriage, still visited massage places from time to time. I feel guilty whenever i receive some special services. No sex involved(let me be clear). It is wrong of me to even visit such ill reputed places. 4yrs into our marriage, wife found out my visitations. We have a kid. She took our kid and left. Filed for divorce. After counseling and for sake of our kid, she decided to stay with me. It’s been 5yrs now since that, from time to time, she reminds me how i cheated on her. How much she hates me for what i’ve done. She unable to forgive me. I changed job and took a lower paying job with better prospect. But need to do shift work. And that upset her. I have not return back or visiting any spas. I’m honest and be open with her. Up till now, there is no sex or even a tiny bit of intimacy. Just going with the flow. Just feeling regret and guilt and wish things to be better. Just not sure how to move forward.

I met someone during a very difficult season of her life. She was going through a separation, and over time we became close. It started with simple check-ins, conversations, and being there for each other… and somewhere along the way, feelings developed. Nothing inappropriate happened. But emotionally, it became something more than just casual friendship. The thing is her situation was (and still is) complicated. There were moments of connection, then moments of distance. At one point, her husband even got involved, and things turned ugly. That was a wake-up call for me. Recently, we both acknowledged the truth: this isn’t the right time. She’s still transitioning, healing, figuring things out. And I realised I don’t deserve to be in a position where things are unclear, inconsistent, or potentially messy. So we agreed to stop. For now. But if I’m being honest, it’s not easy. Especially during this Raya period. I know she’s feeling it more too, with children involved and the shift from what used to be a family routine. For me, life has always been simpler in that sense, so I process things differently. What makes it harder is knowing that their marriage had already been on the edge long before I came into the picture — yet somehow, I’ve been painted as part of the reason things fell apart. I know the truth, and she knows the truth. But it’s still uncomfortable being seen that way by others, especially when you were just trying to be there for someone. At the same time, I know stepping back is the right thing to do. Not just for her, but for me too. I value clarity, stability, and doing things the right way. I guess I’m just trying to process this: How do you let go of something that felt real, even if it came at the wrong time? Would appreciate thoughts from anyone who’s been through something similar.