Thursday, November 10, 2005
How's Life?
Boring, that's how.
I don't even play WoW much now. Everyday I get home, eat, watch TV, read, sleep.
Sigh x n where n --> infinity.
I've never been much of a fan for "celebrity" blogs. The only one I read semi-regularly is Kenny, and that's because his post are moderately funny and, under comparison, less vulgar.
Yesterday's Newpaper carried a report on "Singapore's prettiest blogger". Woohoo, I thought. Double-woohoo when I found out it wasn't XiaXue, THANK GOD. Of course, I knew she would have some comments for this, and I wasn't disappointed.
www.xanga.com/clapbangkiss, for those curious, non-Newpaper readers. No, I didn't know her or her blog's existance before the report. Yes, she's quite pretty, doey eyes and long hair and all. And she's semi-rich and parties with local celebrities (the mediacorp kind). Now she's on her way to becoming the next big thing. Sounds great. Congratulations to her.
XiaXue: She's not really a blogger, just somebody with a pretty face who blogs.
Wow. Like, since when has the term "blogger" been reserved for those pathetic wannabes? I must have missed the memo. Go back a few years and blogging was reserved for fat, geeky teenage boys with too ugly a handwriting to manually write their thoughts in a physical diary. Now everyone and their dog has a blog. The daily chronicals of an individual for the benifit of close friends has morphed into controversial ramblings aimed at readership from strangers. That's evolution for you, science boys, and I'm not exactly sure it's for the better.
Face it. "Blogger" is simply the de facto term bracketing anyone who blogs, period. Boohoo, you lost an endorsement, and somebody is prettier than you. It's fine, learn to photoshop. kthxbye.
Oh, just for the record: I think it is wrong to use a toilet meant for the disabled, even if such a person is not in the immediated vicinity. Now, the defination of a "disabled" person, that's where the real debate lies. Heh.
I think it stems from our chinese roots. A lot of people seem to hold to the idea of karma, as if somebody is keeping account of the right and wrong doings of oneself, to be tabulated and used against one, to determine the "quality" of their next life, so to speak. This is the system where it doesn't matter how much wrong one did, as long as they did more rights. It sounds like a good system, mathematically beautiful, even. Just one problem: in view of whatever religious system you believe in, who is the Accountant? It must be God. And spare me the I-am-an-atheist speech. The fact that there exist what is morally right and morally wrong means there is a moral standard that we measure our actions against. Absolute morality, so to speak.
Now, in MY belief, the Christian God has a very easy job to do, as far as the moral accounting goes. As long as you ever did one wrong in your life, you're headed for hell. It's so easy, because it means everyone is going to hell! Think of it this way. If you did something wrong to a moderately good person, he's going to get pissed, so you'll try to appease his anger by doing this thing or that, until he is no longer mad at you. The better the person is, in terms of his morals, the angrier he will be for your wrong act, and the more it will take to appease him. Now it so happens that MY God is infinately good. That means that when he is pissed, he is infinately pissed, and there ain't nothing you can ever do to hope to appease His Holy Anger. So you are doomed.
Only the Christians are saved. Simply put, since mere humans can never hope to appease an infinately pissed God, God Himself has come to do the job for us, bearing all our sins and carrying all the shame of every wrong thing we ever did, and paying the price for us, of humiliation, shame, torture, pain and death. His sacrifice is infinate, because He is infinate, and it bridges the infinate gap between us and God.
Ahh, the sweet taste of salvation.
Sorry, I always get carried away when talking about such things.
Now where was I. Oh yes, life.
Starting driving lessons soon, finally.
Happy exams for the 18-year-olds. =)
Bye, work's a-calling.
{/8:58 AM}
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