Christians. Yet. Again.


Cover-Backside Declaration: I am not saying that Christians are bad. I am merely showing my dear readers the antics of fanatic Christians that appear on the news. I am not saying that there aren't good Christians, I'm just saying that there're too few of them.

http://sg.news.yahoo.com/afp/20090528/tap-singapore-crime-religion-06f3cb7.html

No, serious. And right after the AWARE incident too.

Do you think the fanatics in Singapore are going crazy?

I for one actually love our Malay/Muslim counterparts here despite all you racists around me. They can be so much more friendlier, more understanding and I love the fact that they're so family-orientated.

Plus the fact that they don't push their religion in your face.

My Recent Posts



... are freaking depressing, lah.

And all because of one person.

But I don't want to talk about that person anymore, because Lazy's cleared up a lot of things with me on that issue.

Lazy's MINE! *points middle finger at that guy*

Anyways, things are looking up. Not going great, but definately looking up.

We're booked solid through the weekends now. You need to get a reservation 2 weeks in advance for weekends now.

Someone's coming to view my bike on Saturday. I hope he takes it.

MAYDAY!


We're going to the MayDay concert in August!

As many of you know, I am a ridiculously huge MayDay fan (and so are thousands of other MayDay fans).

Photos from their last concert and autograph session.









So I went queueing for the tickets yesterday and got stuck in front of and behind 2 pairs of females. There's a pair who cut the queue right in front of me, and a pair who came after me.

I ended up listening to their mindless female banter for like 4 hours. Okay, Lazy was with me for the first 2 and a half hours, after which he had to leave for his guitar class, so I got stuck with eavesdropping on other people for 1 and a half hours.

Oh. My. God. This is why I don't have close female friends. It's like making permenant awkward small talk and apparently these girls enjoy it.

Guys genuinely want to know about each others small/disgusting/random nonsense (to make fun of), and it's generally more interesting to talk to guys because it's a whole lot funnier. Even the serious stuff get turned into nonsense. Girls, just talk to each other about their day, or in this case, their trip to wherever in a super bimbotic way. It didn't help that one of the girls apparently had trouble pronouncing the letter R in Chinese, so 日本 came out sounding like 乐本.

It's excruciating.

And to make matters worse, I was wearing my 5-inch heels. Ouch.

Thank goodness we got good seats close to the external stage. I think I'm going to reach out and trip anyone who walks down that runway.

Three tickets again, this time hopefully CS can make it because it's more expensive than the last time we went.

The Makings Of A Bitter Old Lady


I'm falling and I don't know where I'll land.

Do I look okay to you? I hope I do, because that's what I want you to think so you won't constantly ask me why I am sad.

There's a constant ache in me that I rub salt on every time I think about the kind of person you've become. You're no longer morally upright, and I can't help but attach a face to you and wonder why. Your words don't mean squat now that you can so easily turn around and say "the others are doing it."

There's a constant wound in me that I tear open every time I smile at you or give you a kiss.

At the ruins of what was once a stronghold, the tears come far more easily than they used to. But not in front of you, never in front of you.

What would become of me if I were to show more of my vulnerability to you?

Leaving seems inevitable, at this rate. I don't know how long I can keep up this front, this smiling, everything-is-ok front and watch you be taken away.

Yes, it feels like you're being taken away from me. This is why I'm feeling more and more alone as the days pass, even though you're right next to me. You're simply not there anymore.

I can't bring myself to trust your words anymore.

口得


Associating with you has made me become as juvenile and as horrible as you have been almost all your life.

So for the sake of not turning into you, I shall reserve some dignity and 口得.



.... Until the next time you step on my tail.

Manipulation At Its Most Obvious


This post is for documentation, in case somebody asks me to give an example of how manipulation looks like in its raw form.

You pester and guilt-trip the fuck out of somebody for weeks, first trying to get him to come out before our Bali trip and failing which, constantly reminding him that you are going to meet his sister the week after and you hope that he will be there. Yes, you did not directly say that he HAS to be there, but you pestered and guil-tripped him so much that he had to go because you had manipulated him into thinking that he owes you something.

Count how many times you "reminded" him *guilt-trip comes free with every SMS!* within a span of 2 weeks. Before AND after Bali. Which reminds me, I saw the jealous SMS you sent to him directly before we went to the airport. What, to make sure he remembers you during his trip overseas with me?

So, after we've established the fact that you pestered and guilt-tripped the fuck out of him for two weeks to meet up with you (no girlfriend allowed, please, but your sister can come), you turn the tables on that day itself.

Suddenly, you become ever so slightly gracious, telling him that it's ok if he cannot make it. Suddenly you start to care if he would get into trouble for meeting you. Suddenly, your horns disappear and you try to make yourself out to be an angel.

Not-so-suddenly and not-so-unexpectedly, you throw in the "don't want another round of bitching" at the end of your SMS. Which obviously points to my blogging about things related to you i.e his attitude and behavior changes whenever you come into the equation.

So let me break this down even further for those who are thick in the skull and needs things to be broken down to their molecular base.

1) You want to meet my boyfriend and I am not allowed to go. Everybody else in the world can go, just not me.

2) You pester my boyfriend to meet you until he gave in.

3) Suddenly, at the last minute, you pretend that you have accepted that he will not be able to make it because according to your insinuation, I would've stopped him from going. You pretend that you actually cared if he would encounter any problems with meeting you.

What this does to the person you are aiming at: He would feel that suddenly he has a choice as to whether or not to meet you, as opposed to no choice because you kept pestering him before, but chooses to meet you anyway because he's already cleared his day for you and you were already there.

Essentially, he would think that it was his own choice to meet you, and that it was his own choice to abandon his girlfriend.

4) You add in that last bit about his girlfriend bitching about you.

What this does to the person you are aiming at: Doing this at the height of your newfound graciousness in giving him a choice, you are making yourself out to be a good and innocent person, who is bashed up by this monstrousity of another person's girlfriend who tries to stop him from meeting you and who bitches about you when he does.

While this is not entirely untrue (I admit to trying to discourage him from going, but I did not stop him), but when put into your context makes him think that I am the horrible one who bitches for no reason about you (which I clarified, the bitchings weren't about you before you took it into your own hands and decided that they were).

Essentially, causing him to think that I am a horrible person.

As he clarified, he is not such an idiot to be easily affected by other people (at least he thinks he isn't), the fact is you tried to treat him like some idiot.

How's that for breaking down your manipulation?

As usual, I have to state that I don't care anymore whether or not people manipulate him or stomp all over him because it is his problem and not mine, but I will stand up for myself even if he doesn't. When it affects or involves me, I will have to stand up and put my foot down.

End of documentation.

PS: For the rest of my dear readers. I know you guys are getting sick of reading about this creep of a person, who is appearing a lot in my recent posts.

I don't usually dwell on someone or something for long, but this time, this one person's affected me so bad that I can't sleep well at night for all the injustice he's done to me and my life.

If it were as simple as me and this creep it'd be over in a few seconds. But because this creep has a hold on my boyfriend, who acts and thinks around this creep, and my boyfriend is (or going to be was) my life, it's hard to pull my hands out of this muck.

The one good thing that came out of this was that I can finally meet my friends again after a few years of not being able to meet them because of the boyfriend, but the bad thing is that he makes me feel dirty for meeting my friends even though I only choose to meet them during the times that creep meets him.

So people, you can ask me out alone, but please keep yourself free and online after we go home because I'd need somebody to keep me company for awhile because the boyfriend sure wouldn't.

Bitchin'


I bitch, but it's not about you anymore. Stop thinking of yourself as the center of the world. Nobody's interested in you anymore. They just pity you.

And you're loving the pity-fest, because at least you get the attention you so desperately crave.

Then again, for insinuating that I bitch (which I do, I just buey-ge-yan you saying it to the dude that you like to step all over), I shall continue calling you closet-homo.

You closet-homo. Get off my boyfriend!

And wait, didn't you vehemently deny when asked if you read my blog?

Doesn't this just prove otherwise?

Garment



No, we're not talking about clothes today.

Today, we're playing with fire.

This fire involves SHUTting UP AND SITting DOWN, and how the garment stood idly by letting it happen.

For those who haven't heard the clip, I've edited it into a video for you.




You need to turn the volume way up to be able to hear clearly. But no matter how loud you crank up the volume, you won't be able to hear Sally Ang's apology (because she refused to).

Some dude said, at that point in time, that the garment will not do anything about it, because blah blah blah blah blah, which when translated into our non-elite and caring language means "None of my business."

But now, some other dude's come up with "the *censored* has to maintain order impartially. It encourages the development of civic society, and gradual widening of the out—of—bounds (OB) markers. But it will not stand by and watch, when intemperate activism threatens Singapore society"

That's like me saying that you falling down in front of me is not my business, but I will not stand by and watch you fall down.

Umm hmm.

I get this feeling that the garment didn't want to get involved in the first place because it involves a major religion. What if the secular organisation was really taken over by the mutants from COOS? There was this possibility, and the garment stood by to let it happen.

What if it was a minority religion take took over the organisation? Would the garment immediately step in or stand by as they did the major one?

Food for thought. Hmmm.

Back To Square One


History's repeating itself.

Mmmm hmmm.

I wonder who instigated this.

It might be me.

And yes! I lied just now. Even for a little bit.

However juvenile this sounds - You don't know just how much I hate you right now.

True Friendship Means


... Never having to lie to each other when you have to leave early.

What the fuck is wrong with saying that you want to go back and be with your girlfriend?

What the fuck is wrong with even calling your girlfriend in his prescence?

Why did you have to lie?

Is this your concept of true friendship?

Maybe one day I shall take up lying too. See how fun it can be.

Animosity



If you're not doing anything to make me feel better, why should I be doing anything to make you feel better?

Well, at least I tried.

What the fuck did you do?

Face the other side and give a face.

I'm sick of your double standards.

Tonight


Tonight, I let that closet-homo win.

Purely because I found out myself a few days before and had the mental preparation for today. He didn't even bother to tell me. And it's not the first time after I made it clear that he has to give me mental preparation way before, which makes his apology redundant.

Redundant. As I said before, I give up, I'm dead inside, yadda yadda yadda, nothing you can do that will hurt me anymore, etc etc.

And also coincidentally, one of my readers Bret asked me out for dinner. Which takes my mind off all the really gay things some guy is going to do to my boyfriend.

Now it's no longer about how shitty that guy is treating my boyfriend (by the way, you can all treat him like shit, I don't care anymore), but how gay it gets.

Girls. Imagine some guy pawing at your other halves, begging for attention. And your guy succumbs to him, and only him, the way a guy would succumb to a skirt.

Something wrong?

Dude's lost his girlfriend, now he's throwing his emotional burdens on my boyfriend. Which is why it's gay. Got nobody to call (actually you got many, lor, don't know why you keep calling my boyfriend only), call my boyfriend. Got nobody to share feelings with, share with my boyfriend. Got nobody to kiss and fuck?

I am so not touching Lazy tonight. Just in case.

PS: I think I'm going to want to talk to one of Lazy's friends one of these days. Have a good bitching session with him.

I think I'm going to call YF.

Bali Trip 2009


As many people know, this was my first trip overseas without my mom. It was pretty relaxing and nice to be able to make my own decisions as to where to go, what to do and what to eat.

The entire trip costs us S$2000, with the flight tickets taking up $800+ (including airport taxes in SG and travel insurance). We took a transit through Jakarta because it would mean that we'd reach Bali earlier, instead of the direct flight by evening.

So we had an hour to spend in Jakarta. We could've gone out to walk around, had it not been for the kaypoh porter who shoo-ed us into the gantry again so we only had the duty-free area to walk around in.

So the first thing after we bought me a Krispy Kreme donut (why didn't anyone tell me their glazed donuts were so good?) was to ask for coffee and smokes.



We saw smoke wafting up near the Coffee Bean area, so Lazy tried his luck.

Apparently you can smoke EVERYWHERE. Irritating.

Because Garuda Indonesia was such a small squeezy plane, I had a constant headache going on that day. So when we flew over Bali, I missed this:





Taken by the Lazy. Actually, the digicam was with Lazy, so all pictures were taken by him. I brought the LCA, which I didn't finish because the sun wasn't very cooperative during the entire trip, and I'm too lazy to bring the roll of film for developing.

When we reached, the reception told us that they were out of double rooms (meaning one king-sized bed), and asked if we were okay with a twin room (meaning two single beds). We took it, what choice did we have? At least the reception was very polite and very apologetic about it.

The porter of the place very enthusiastically took our bags and lead us to our room. While we waited, they did the most amazing thing ever. They actually pushed both the single beds out and pushed them together. Then they tied the legs of the beds together, stuffed what looked like a very skinny bolster in between the cracks of the two beds, covered the entire thing up with a soft comforter (for lying on) and another comforter (for covering).

Does this look like two single beds to you?



And the rest of the room..



People like us don't use chairs to sit on. People like us use chairs as dumping grounds.













It was an awesome room! For that kind of rates (SGD$244.00 for 4d3n), I half expected it to be spartan and the reception to be those heck-care types. But noooo, the reception and even the room cleaners surprised me with their warmth and hospitality.

It was already near evening so we unpacked and made our way to the beach, which was a 5 minutes' walk away.

It was beautiful.







And we had our first seafood dinner at this place just outside of our resort with a swimming pool in the middle of the restaurant.





This entire thing for 2, consisting of lobster, huge chunks of grilled squid, fish, and king prawns, was only 400,000 rupiah, which converts to about SGD$57. Not bad, considering the lobster we had.



The best part of it was that we could smoke at the table immediately after the meal.



Which Lazy, being the smoke machine he is, made full use of before and after the meal.

After the meal, we went for some slightly high class spa which costs USD$100 per couple for Balinese massage, body scrub, bosy mask, foot wash and head and neck massage.

The next day, we engaged a tour guide from the resort to bring us around on the tour package.

Your standard tour guide will cost around USD$35/pax a day for 4 rushed destinations. We got this one, his name is Robie or Wayan Surtika (too many Wayans there, so he called himself Robie) (apparently Wayan means number 1 in Balinese). His rates are standard, the resort sets them, and he doesn't jack up the price.

3 places of interest at a relaxed pace, for only USD$15/pax a day. On top of that, he entertains us at the places by telling us the history of the place, meanings of the statues and talks to us throughout the trip in the warmth and hospitality that is Bali.

The first day, we chose the Tanah Lot Sunset package. Tanah Lot is what Lazy describes as what looks like a temple in the middle of the sea during high tide, and a holy spring at the bottom of the rock during low tide.

The first stop was at Mengwi, the royal family temple of Taman Ayun.



I know, I look ridiculous with my new sunglasses.























































The next stop was Kedaton, the nature reserve for monkeys and bats.

Apparenyly the monkeys are friendlier here, as the guide tells us, the monkeys here don't steal things or claw people.











Lazy got scratched for that picture.















Bats!



The last stop was at Tanah Lot itself, where apparently a shopping hub for tourists had sprung up in recent years.





































We found this place where the waves wash up against the rock and tried to capture it while the waves were at their highest,







And at last we got a bit of it. Lazy got wet and fed-up, so we didn't continue.











Thus ends the Tanah Lot journey. One last very important note if you intend to go: Bring very strong mosquito repellent. There's like an army of commando mosquitoes stationed at Tanah Lot.

That night, we went for another massage near our resort. I forgot how much it was, but it was much much much cheaper than the slightly high class one we went before, without being sleazy. It still looked presentable, with an air-conditioned lounge with sofas at the entrance.

After having our muscles relaxed, we made them hard again by walking to the hard rock cafe some way off the beach, this time a half- hour walk.

Along the way we passed by many cafes and restaurants, and nightspots. And a McDonald's. And there was this dark stretch of road, lit only by the constant traffic where there was a row of people calling out to tourists as we walked by.

"Marijuana!" "Hashish!"

For the record we didn't buy any. But now you know where to get them when you're needing some in Bali.

Back to the journey,







We reached near midnight, and the band was going strong. I've never been to a Hard Rock Cafe before, but I loved it! The music was awesome!

We didn't enter the disco though, Lazy just wanted to buy something from the store.

It was closed. Dammit. (We went back and got what we wanted the next day).

We woke up early for breakfast the next day, and had a bit of time after some shopping before our tour was arranged. And so we jumped into the pool.

I started feeling the pain on my skin from the sun first, so I got out and took pictures.



Here's the Lazy being VERY relaxed (and slowly turning into a lobster).





Our first stop that day was at GWK (name too long to remember), a cultural park boasting the tallest statue in the world (in the making).









There was a free henna tattoo session, and being Singaporeans, we rushed for the freebies.











This is part of Krishna's face, you'll get to see the actual statue later.







This is what happens when Lazy holds the camera. Kuku face from me.

























These are the hands of the tallest statue in the world (in the making).





The next stop was at Uluwatu, where there was a beautiful cliff temple boasting of hundreds of (gasp!) monkeys. Again.



But to its credit, Uluwatu is a really nice place.









Apparently we couldn't enter the area wearing shorts, so we had to tie a sarong around us.









Eyes off the kukubird, please. Lazy took this photo because the monkey was munching on someone's scrunchie. Apparently the monkeys here do snatch things from tourists.







The people praying in the temples.









That's Robie, our tour guide behind us.





I took the following one.









Our last stop was supposed to be at Jimbaran Bay along the beach, but it was closed. Oh well. We had another big lobster that night.

The next day was our last. We only had a few hours before heading to the airport, so we decided to make the best of it by shopping and walking around.



Lunchies and horseplay at the swimming pool restaurant again.









One last look at the beach during the day.

























And then it was time to go.











On reflection, it was really a good trip. The Lazy and I only had time for each other and no one else, which was great because for once, he actually turned off his phone when out with me. No hour-long phone call from customers or his boss to ruin the date!

And he was surprisingly enthusiastic about everything too, which was a refreshing change from his usual self.

All that ended once we touched down in Singapore. His foul mood came back, phone calls came in, and he would go "huuuhhhhh" wheneven I suggest doing something.

In a sense, Bali was a dream. Short, but oh-so-very sweet.

Remember Her?





Susan Boyle, who took our hearts by storm with her "frumpy" looks her powerful voice.


Now there's another one, who stole my heart, also from the same country (same show, actually).

Everybody, this is Greg Pritchard.



A face you can't just look at once, with the voice of an angel to boot.

Stunning.

The Other Him



He's starting his incredibly girl (read: gay) activities again.

Come on, lah, admit that you're gay and I'll let you pester my boyfriend. I'll even let you squeeze his tush.

Just admit it.

Sneak Peak from Bali





What have we done?

.... you'll find out soon!

I'm Back!


... from Bali!

But you'll just have to wait til' I get around to editing the pictures from Lazy's camera. For some reason I feel incredibly sleepy now.

I think I'll go take a nap.

Liberation


Feels good to actually not care so much. Woohoo~

It appears that we've gone back to where we used to be. Or at least, for him maybe.

I would say that it would take much effort to get me to start caring or even feeling again, but knowing him as I do, it's not going to happen. He's not going to do anything at all.

So yay.

Get A Life


To one and all reading the recent posts and rubbing their hands in glee - Get a life.

Come on lor, get a life. I didn't even gloat when that other guy lost his job (although I did gloat a little when he lost his girlfriend).

Get on with your life, lah.

Can't Be Bothered


I'm taking a step back to solve this thing and you're just pushing forward with your blames - can't be bothered.

Your friends call you - can't be bothered to ask you to meet them.

He lies there like a dead fish - can't be bothered to tell you to go and talk to him.

You feel unhappy - can't be bothered to cheer you up.

You don't know where to go for the weekend - can't be bothered to be the one always thinking of places to go and things to do.

Since you said it's your problem and not mine.

I simply can't be bothered to anymore.

My biggest mistake was telling you to shift your chair over to talk to him.

委屈


I gave in. When he didn't reply I almost gave up. Luckily he replied in the end.

At this point the blame is still on me (even though he was the one who got angry first during what was to be an amicable communication session) because he feels I wouldn't admit to not wanting him to go meet him because I don't like him. So I deserve this kind of treatment. Pretend I'm invisible the whole day, throw his clothes on me, all just because he think I don't want to admit.

I'd have thought it was obvious enough that I don't like the other guy. Also, not liking him wasn't the whole reason I didn't want him to go and meet him. I didn't want history to repeat itself and have that guy treat him like shit (why, oh why do I not want others to treat him like shit?)(please go ahead, treat him like shit for all I care now), and I didn't want him to be a hypocrite (for saying that that guy was shitty and should be taught a lesson and all that jazz, and still go out and pander to him like his dog)

And because I hated this kind of animosity, I gave in.

And he's still pushing, finding more things to blame me about.

And I think I'm going to give in more.

And die inside.

Like I did.

Two years ago.

Not that he actually cares anymore. He will only treat me nice when I buy things like guitar hero for him.

And because I am semi-broke, I shall begin building my walls again because he won't be treating me nice until I buy the next expensive thing for him.

Dead inside. Again.

凶


你以为，你的脾气发得比我凶，就代表你是对的吗?

你以为，东西丢得大力一点，就代表你赢了吗?

赢输对我来说，跟本都不重要。你要赢，我可以次次都让你赢。

最重要的是你要明白我的心酸。

根本都不明白我的出发点就大发连续几天的脾气，很好玩吗?

还有你。站在中间那个你。你也看到了。他为了你对我发那么大的脾气，你高兴吗? 你也赢了。

而我。就只能坐在这里。陪着把我紧紧捆绑的手铐，我唯一的朋友。

你可以去与你的朋友见面。我却只能呆在家里，像小狗般的坐在门口等着你回来。

公平吗?

AWARE's Christian-y E-mail


This is getting fun.

http://unbrandedbreadnbutter.wordpress.com/2009/04/24/are-you-aware-email-is-evil/

Everyday there's something new.

UPDATED: OMFG this is good. This is freaking good.

From http://wayangparty.com/?p=8905&cpage=1

Download the voice clip. It's freaking hilarious how they want to promote women's rights by asking them to SHUT UP AND SIT DOWN!

Christians. Must be some school principal from some oppressive school who only want their way and refuse to listen to reason. (my old secondary school, for instance) (*ahem*northviewsecondary*ahem*).

The above clips provided by Seiryu. Thanks dude!

空虚


我和你之间多出了一份空虚，一份怀疑。

站在你我之间距离里的正中央，是从来都没离开过的他。吵得再凶再猛，也比不过为他而吵的心酸。

可笑的是，我既然为了另一个男人，不，是另一个男孩吃醋，而且还是大壶大壶的吃。

不明白也就算了。你却竟然还说，你和他之间，不关我的事。

也好，也好。

今后我的感受，我的所作所为，我的心声，也从此就不再关你的事了。


Enjoy your newfound freedom.

Oh Yeah Oh Yeah!



From http://www.channelnewsasia.com/stories/singaporelocalnews/view/426519/1/.html


New Exco of AWARE given vote of no confidence

By Pearl Forss, Channel NewsAsia Posted: 02 May 2009 2015 hrs


SINGAPORE: The new executive committee (Exco) of Association of Women for Action and Research (AWARE) has been given a vote of no confidence, almost six hours after the extraordinary general meeting at Suntec City started.

The vote of no confidence was passed against the new Exco with 1414 votes to 761 votes.

Later, the motion to remove the new Exco from office was passed, and the motion to elect a new president was also passed.

Ms Josie Lau and her exco have stepped down.

Former president Dana Lam was elected as the new President.

The old guard of AWARE had tabled a vote of no confidence in the new Exco after the new Exco was voted in at an annual general meeting at the end of March amid much controversy.

Auditing firm Deloitte was tasked to count the votes at Saturday's meeting.

Only ordinary members are allowed to vote. AWARE has 3,000 members, up from some 300 members a month ago.

The new Exco said it wanted to bring AWARE back to its "original cause", as it alleged that the Old Guard was steering AWARE into becoming a single purpose organisation, overly concerned with promoting lesbianism.

It was dramatic marathon session which started at 2.40pm.

One Malay Muslim woman said she was not comfortable with an-all Christian and all-Chinese group representing a secular group like AWARE. And members of the Christian faith stood up and said the action of the new Exco set back constructive dialogue between Christians and secularists in Singapore.

Over 90 per cent of the people who spoke up said they were against the encroachment of religious values on a secular space.

Emotions ran high and at times, then-president Josie Lau called on security guards to escort members of the Old Guard out, though the order was not eventually carried out.

The new Exco had disallowed Channel NewsAsia from bringing its cameras in at 2pm when the meeting started, but at 4pm, Channel NewsAsia's reporter managed to walk in unopposed as security guards were busy trying to control agitated members of the crowd.

And many members of AWARE were also twittering and updating their blogs from the venue.

One member said: "We are here because we were deeply troubled by how this Exco came to power. We are here because we are troubled for the usurpation of civic space and the lack of respect for the values of pluralism, democracy that this new Exco has demonstrated."

Meanwhile, there may also be a financial dispute at issue.

Under the constitution, the Exco is not allowed to spend more than S$20,000 and if they do, they must consult members.

The new exco spent S$90,000 in the last month, and this outraged members of AWARE who said the money could be put to better use.

They said such "cheque book" mentality is unacceptable in a non-governmental organisation, where every cent counts.

Members said the new Exco has to be individually accountable for that money spent, so there is a high chance there could be a lawsuit coming up. - CNA/ms


Thanks to Seiryu for this update!

Oh yeah, this is the other link for the new president and her exco stepping down -> http://www.straitstimes.com/Breaking%2BNews/Singapore/Story/STIStory_371618.html

I have only one comment.

... graciously my foot.

Silence


You are unable to answer to your hypocrisy. You kept silent when confronted with it, hoping that doing so will get you off the hook for whatever you are about to do. You kept silent yet again, when the topic was brought up again.

Unfortunately, silence doesn’t get you off the hook. It doesn’t mean I am content with the excuses you give to me. It doesn’t mean that yet another episode will be overlooked.

Too much, too fast again. History’s posed to repeat itself, yet again.

It’s funny how you can cause me to blog about this again after the numbness. It’s funny how this issue comes up, with the same person over and over again.

It’s funny how I think I can’t trust you that much again.

Your very-reassuring silence.

Hello Hazel


I get the feeling you're reading me. Here's one for you.



Looks like you and Wayne. Hehe.

Snippets on AWARE


AWARE's old guards take a seat back and let level-headed Christians reason with their own no-so level-headed kind.

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So the legends are true. There ARE good Christians who think things through and weighs the situation instead of blindly believing and pummelling us heathens' heads to a bloody mangled pulp to force us to believe too.

As Brian Griffin from Family Guy describes Christians in a few short words, "Believe me or I'll hurt you. How very Christian."

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Passed my Class 2 test?

Now it's just a matter of time.. And this'll be my new baby boy.



Suzuki GSXR-750. I still have no idea what to call him. I've been mulling over Sakhmet a long time, but I don't think it's lucky to associate my new baby boy with death.

Will probably be getting one once I turn full-time. Mmmmm.