Sharon Stone. pfft. I'll blog about that some time later.


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After Seoul Garden for lunch and 18 kilometres on the treadmill, the dawn of an enlightenment hit me. Like Gautama Buddha, who, under the pipal tree, attained his satori, revelation is finally revealed.


While helping out at the rag'n'flag room in school yesterday, Evelyn asked what I thought would be the worst band in history. I couldn't give an answer, because I've such skin-deep knowledge of music. (I wonder if little missy Sharon Stone has any depth concerning the caste-system inherent within the Tibetan socio-cultural landscape, when the Dalai Lamas and their high castes were in power. But again, this is for another entry, for another time.)



Henceforth, realising this, I shall not comment any opinion on music and its relational subjects, till the day comes when I realise that that depth has sunk deeper and gone much farther as to allow me a savvy conviction.


Henceforth, one less narrow-minded bigotry in me.












Not that I sat under the sacred fig, but on a chair facing the swimming pool with a nice finecut to finish the night.

Hurray ! I've got two last exam papers before the end of year one for me. I must say, it's been such a quick year, I've barely begun ! Ha ha ha !


I've decided to get back to blogging after the exams, but i'm so bored, and I've only got two papers left, so might as well start now.


So anyway, Sabrina was looking for "prototypic" space on the internet. It's a technical term, meaning a new type of spatial configuration, with regards to Jean Jacques Rousseau's concept, in relation to theatrical space. (I think it is. Or else I'm SCREWED for my paper tomorrow. HA HA HA !) She couldn't find it, so it's probably not one of Rousseau's bigger concepts, but she chanced upon this blog, marked by a titular "woohoo". So it's by a "stef" (who ends off with a stef followed by the date and time which automatically get logged into the system once she clicks on "publish post") who's apparently religious, and her main discontentment with stef is her tendency to relate any form of chance or occurrence to her religion, which is Christianity. Stef states that she cannot see herself being detached from her religiosity, since,to her, it is her life, or perhaps even more than that. Theoretically, using Rousseau's prototypic space concept, "if God was the stick placed in the centre, i (stef) would be the infinite space surrounding him".



I would agree with her, because Christians have the tendency to relate anything and everything (depending on the situation or circumstance) to the monotheistical God. I don't blame them; it is their religion, and to do so only makes them proponents of their own religiosity, as does stef. And I'm a proponent (a recent convert, I must say) of Free Speech and Expression. Freedom of speech and expression is, no doubt, a mark of an advanced civilisation and the result of a first-class society. Hence, she has every right to log her personal thoughts onto the internet. Hence, the widespread usage of the weblog, like in the case of what I'm doing now.


However, to go on, she refers to a "Jonathan", from Singapore Idol, (It's a 26th September post in 2006) whose received adulation from fans she abhors. His "self-glorification" and "god-like worship" are utter deviations from his Catholicism, and she questions this, since Jonathan should have already "known Christ" but yet he chooses the fame and glorification of his self.



She finally ends the entry by saying that she is not perfect herself, stating very brief examples and finally adds that her imperfection leads to a personal challenge - "to see the divine life in them". I would assume that to "see the divine life in them" means to see how her God's "plans" for those individual beings around her.



I have a couple of observations, of which I'll list down in point-form:



1. Stef must have a huge distaste for Rockbands like AC/DC and Guns'n'Roses, or for Hollywood stars like Brad Pitt and Tom Cruise, or even for famous theatrical personae the likes of Kenneth Branagh and Charlton Heston. After all, their self-glorification must be one of the worst kinds of deeds Man should not strive for ! Even my Friend Tim, who is a firm believer in Christ, has to answer for this crime, since he has performed in front of huge audiences, of which the ex-PM of Australia,John Howard, consisted of.

2. Her firm belief in a Christian life of humility, in the case of her judgement of Jonathan, has led her to blind herself to the (Christian) fact that the right of Judgement is reserved only for God, since according to C. S. Lewis, mere mortals do not have to ability to look into the hearts of men, and only God does.

3. A personal observation: I have just judged stef. Or have I ? I don't care, because I'm not governed by soteriological rules, and I'm a proponent of Freedom of Expression and Speech.






Reading this blog is like reading... what's her name... Xiaxue's, I believe, which isn't much, because by intellectual standards it's the same as the blonde-haired, four-headed beast from Aberdeen: it doesn't exist.



Moving on...... on a May 17th, 2007, entry, there's a couple of photos, four to be exact, of "stef". Ending that entry is:

"Disclaimer: the author reserves all rights to mock herself but no one else share that right."

Says who ??? Freedom of Speech (which includes mocking) shares that right.





Another entry, one on the 29th of September, 2006, has a sudden spout of spiritual inspiration (though in great humility, observing that her literal prowess does not match the likes of King David's, who I believe is the biblical David who defeated Goliath) and writes a piece:

Teach me how to love you
In a way that you do
Teach me how to sing
Just like the angels do
But most of all,
Teach me to be like you.










Speaking of which, it's cheap rhyme time !




Why, why, oh fuck why,
Do I endure
Poetry of manure
Why, why, oh fuck why!

Why, why, do I sigh,
Why do I endure
proclamations of faith in soteriology !
It is just ludicrio-lo-gy !

Why, why, oh fuck why!








There you have it. Cheap Rhyme Time. No governing body to construct it from. No metrical patterns nor rhyming schemes. It's called, freestylin' !









FUCK I can't wait for the exams to end.

I love Sabrina : )))