pls note:
~the review below is only for those who are matured with an open mind. if u gonna be like "huh" or "wa, she crazy or wat", pls leave cos its obviously not suitable for u.
~this review was written by me, copyright please. references: dan brown, the da vinci code.
i just watched the da vinci code with my mom. we both read dan brown's version in written form and wanted to see it for real. the movie was really phenomenal and brilliant. at every scene, i seem to already see it before while reading.
as a catholic, many would think that it's kinda contradictory for me to be so fascinated with the movie, thus showing my lack of faith or what have you. but i would like to make it clear that even with or without the movie, my faith stays, as u will witness in awhile.
basically, the whole hoo-hah bout the movie which forced catholics n the church to be furious, skeptical and against it, is that it supports the idea that jesus was a married man. the movie suggests that jesus married mary magdalene and at the point of his crucifixion, she was pregnant and later gave birth to a baby gal named sarah. apparently mary lived her life in hiding for fear of getting herself n her child killed if pple found out the blood line of christ is continued. apparently, the priory of sion was a sect that protected her secret and the blood line which followed up till present. whether or not the sect really exists is unknown. or should i say left to ur own perpective.
so apparently, leonardo da vinci was part of the sect and the movie clearly surround his works of art like "the mona lisa", "the venetian man" and "the last supper". focussing on "the last supper", there are loads of shocking findings that were only brought up after dan brown wrote the da vinci code. an example is the image on the right of jesus, seated at the table was drawn rather femininely (small hands, slight bosom, long hair) which was meant to represent mary magdalene. as seen, both "mary" and jesus appear to be joined at the hips and leaning away from each other, thus creating the space between them to form a chalice-like-image. this image was known as the holy grail which was apparently not the cup used at the last supper, but rather the secret of their relationship and her bones. there's many other things to note as well about the painting, here are some -->
1) there were no cups at all on the table even though the conversion from wine to blood occurs here
2)a dagger is seen on the left side of the table protruding out from a hand that does not appear to belong to any of the disciples
3)the "M" letter formed by the image of mary n jesus which could mean either Mary or Marriage.
another point brought up which caught my interest was the topic of transcendence. the story basically suggested that having sex is a good way of reaching to god. apparently, as a man or woman reaches his climax, which is like at least 3-5 seconds, that is the point in which he is able to see god. i know it sounds weird. but if u think about it, its not such a bad idea. u see, for those who experienced climax, im sure u know tt those 3 seconds is something like an out-of-the-world experience, as if time stops for u. for those who still go like "huh, ??", u probably never came before, so yea. basically, the fact that those few secs stop for u, it becomes an avenue where u can actually see god's image in a flash if u convert ur energy appropriately. i know it sounds kinda crude or rude to compare sex with god but think bout it, sex was originally sacred so isn't it also godly then????
many churches are trying to ban the idea this movie suggests. this is cos the idea of the continuum of the bloodline of jesus involves the issue of humanity vs divinity. if jesus is the son of god and therefore god, how can he have decendents like a human? wouldn't that make him not so godly and rather more human? wouldn't the world den be filled with godly humans? this is rather unacceptable to christianity and thus the conflict is around.
personally, even after watching the show n witnessing all the phenomenal suggestions, i keep an open mind and heart. whether the myth or story is true or not, my faith is undeterred. i still believe in jesus, as the son of god. nothing changes. as the movie concludes and i quote, "we believe what we want to" and so here i am, my heart and mind open but my faith always strong.
Saturday, May 20, 2006
Thursday, May 18, 2006
masculinity
Laura, you're 29% masculine
This is based on how you scored on a variety of traits that, founded on classic research and our own studies, are typically associated with men.You're also 71% feminine, which is based on how you scored on traits that are typically associated with women. When we compare your results with other women it shows that you are somewhat more masculine than other women.But what is gender identity exactly? A person's gender identity is defined by the extent to which they see themselves as masculine or feminine. Every person possesses both masculine and feminine qualities to some degree, however the extent to which each person has these qualities differs widely. While you were taking the test, we calculated your scores in 6 areas typically defined as masculine and 6 areas typically defined as feminine.
damn, i always saw myself as a man. haha.
This is based on how you scored on a variety of traits that, founded on classic research and our own studies, are typically associated with men.You're also 71% feminine, which is based on how you scored on traits that are typically associated with women. When we compare your results with other women it shows that you are somewhat more masculine than other women.But what is gender identity exactly? A person's gender identity is defined by the extent to which they see themselves as masculine or feminine. Every person possesses both masculine and feminine qualities to some degree, however the extent to which each person has these qualities differs widely. While you were taking the test, we calculated your scores in 6 areas typically defined as masculine and 6 areas typically defined as feminine.
damn, i always saw myself as a man. haha.
i'm a steady supporter
Laura, you're a Steady Supporter
Stand by your man — that's just something you naturally do. Once you've committed to a relationship, you are a constant companion who enjoys the comfort and stability that comes from being a couple. Not quick to judge, accuse, or think the worst, you have a lot of trust (in him and in yourself), and you rarely worry about where he is or who he's with.For you, mutual respect is of utmost importance. You are comfortable and confident in your own skin, making you a great pillar of strength in all your relationships. Whether he's striving to climb a mountain or land a promotion, you have his back. Best part is, you know he's got yours too.
woohoo, im a steady supporter. tts not bad. haha bored la so will be putting my survey results up. so fun!
Stand by your man — that's just something you naturally do. Once you've committed to a relationship, you are a constant companion who enjoys the comfort and stability that comes from being a couple. Not quick to judge, accuse, or think the worst, you have a lot of trust (in him and in yourself), and you rarely worry about where he is or who he's with.For you, mutual respect is of utmost importance. You are comfortable and confident in your own skin, making you a great pillar of strength in all your relationships. Whether he's striving to climb a mountain or land a promotion, you have his back. Best part is, you know he's got yours too.
woohoo, im a steady supporter. tts not bad. haha bored la so will be putting my survey results up. so fun!
my mum, my best friend
The Story of One-eyed Mother
My mom only had one eye.I hated her... she was such an embarrassment...She cooked for students & teachers...to support the family.There was one occasion during elementary school and my mom came.I was so embarrassed.How could she do this to me?I threw her a hateful look and ran out.
The next day at school..."Your mom only has one eye?!?!"...eeeee said a friend.I wished my mom would just disappear from this world.So I said to my mom,"Mom...Why don't you have the other eye?!If you're only going to make me a laughing stock, why don't you just die?!!!"
My mom did not respond...I guess I felt a little bad, but at the same time, it felt good to think that I had said what I'd wanted to say all this time...Maybe it was! because my mom hadn't punished me,but I didn't think that I had hurt her feelings very badly.
That night...I woke up, and went to the kitchen to get a glass of water.My mom was crying there, so quietly,as if she was afraid that she might wake me.I took a look at her, and then turned away.Because of the thing I had said to her earlier,there was something pinching at me in the corner of my heart.Even so, I hated my mother who was crying out of her one eye.
So I told myself that I would grow up and become successful.Then I studied real hard.I left my mother and went to Singapore to study.Then, I got married.I bought a house of my own. Then I had kids, too...Now I'm living happily as a successful man.I like it here because it's a place that doesn't remind me of my mom.This happiness was getting bigger and bigger, when..."What?! Who's this?!"It was my mother...Still with her one eye.I felt as if the whole sky was falling apart on me.Even my children ran away, scared of my mom's eye.And I asked her, "Who are you?!" "I don't know you!!!"as if trying to make that real.I screamed at her,"How dare you come to my house and scare my children!!"GET OUT OF HERE! NOW!!!"And to this, my mother quietly answered,"Oh, I'm so sorry. I may have gotten the wrong address,"and she disappeared out of sight.Thank goodness...She doesn't recognize me. I was quite relieved. I told myself that I wasn't going to care,Or think about this for the rest of my life.
Then a wave of relief came upon me...One day, a letter regarding a school reunion came to my house in Singapore.So, lying to my wife that I was going on a business trip, I went.After the reunion, I went down to the old shack,that I used to call a house... Just out of curiosity.There, I found my mother fallen on the cold ground.But I did not shed a single tear.She had a piece of paper in her hand....It was a letter to me.
"My son...I think my life has been long enough now...And... I wont visit Singapore
anymore...But would it be too much to ask if I wanted you to come visit me once in a while? I miss you so much..And I was so glad when I heard you were coming for the reunion. But I decided not to go to the school.For you......And.....I'm sorry that I only have one eye, and I was an embarrassment for you.You see, when you were very little, you got into an accident, and lost your eye.As a mom, I couldn't stand watching you having to grow up with only one eye...So I gave you mine...I was so proud of my son that was seeing a whole new world for me, in my place, with that eye.I was never upset at you for anything you did..The couple times that you were angry with me..I thought to myself, 'It's because he loves me..'My son... Oh, my son.. "
i cried when i read this. it is really sad. i love my mom so much n i appreciate the friendship we share. she's my best fren n the bonding is really strong and special. i thank god for such a precious gift. i love u mummy.
to all whose relationship with their mothers are on the rocks, i hope this story has created meaning in your heart. our mothers gave so much for us. do appreciate it n thank her for being a gift to u. before it's too late.
My mom only had one eye.I hated her... she was such an embarrassment...She cooked for students & teachers...to support the family.There was one occasion during elementary school and my mom came.I was so embarrassed.How could she do this to me?I threw her a hateful look and ran out.
The next day at school..."Your mom only has one eye?!?!"...eeeee said a friend.I wished my mom would just disappear from this world.So I said to my mom,"Mom...Why don't you have the other eye?!If you're only going to make me a laughing stock, why don't you just die?!!!"
My mom did not respond...I guess I felt a little bad, but at the same time, it felt good to think that I had said what I'd wanted to say all this time...Maybe it was! because my mom hadn't punished me,but I didn't think that I had hurt her feelings very badly.
That night...I woke up, and went to the kitchen to get a glass of water.My mom was crying there, so quietly,as if she was afraid that she might wake me.I took a look at her, and then turned away.Because of the thing I had said to her earlier,there was something pinching at me in the corner of my heart.Even so, I hated my mother who was crying out of her one eye.
So I told myself that I would grow up and become successful.Then I studied real hard.I left my mother and went to Singapore to study.Then, I got married.I bought a house of my own. Then I had kids, too...Now I'm living happily as a successful man.I like it here because it's a place that doesn't remind me of my mom.This happiness was getting bigger and bigger, when..."What?! Who's this?!"It was my mother...Still with her one eye.I felt as if the whole sky was falling apart on me.Even my children ran away, scared of my mom's eye.And I asked her, "Who are you?!" "I don't know you!!!"as if trying to make that real.I screamed at her,"How dare you come to my house and scare my children!!"GET OUT OF HERE! NOW!!!"And to this, my mother quietly answered,"Oh, I'm so sorry. I may have gotten the wrong address,"and she disappeared out of sight.Thank goodness...She doesn't recognize me. I was quite relieved. I told myself that I wasn't going to care,Or think about this for the rest of my life.
Then a wave of relief came upon me...One day, a letter regarding a school reunion came to my house in Singapore.So, lying to my wife that I was going on a business trip, I went.After the reunion, I went down to the old shack,that I used to call a house... Just out of curiosity.There, I found my mother fallen on the cold ground.But I did not shed a single tear.She had a piece of paper in her hand....It was a letter to me.
"My son...I think my life has been long enough now...And... I wont visit Singapore
anymore...But would it be too much to ask if I wanted you to come visit me once in a while? I miss you so much..And I was so glad when I heard you were coming for the reunion. But I decided not to go to the school.For you......And.....I'm sorry that I only have one eye, and I was an embarrassment for you.You see, when you were very little, you got into an accident, and lost your eye.As a mom, I couldn't stand watching you having to grow up with only one eye...So I gave you mine...I was so proud of my son that was seeing a whole new world for me, in my place, with that eye.I was never upset at you for anything you did..The couple times that you were angry with me..I thought to myself, 'It's because he loves me..'My son... Oh, my son.. "
i cried when i read this. it is really sad. i love my mom so much n i appreciate the friendship we share. she's my best fren n the bonding is really strong and special. i thank god for such a precious gift. i love u mummy.
to all whose relationship with their mothers are on the rocks, i hope this story has created meaning in your heart. our mothers gave so much for us. do appreciate it n thank her for being a gift to u. before it's too late.
black & white
this is really touching. we are so unaware of such racial discrimination since singapore is a multi-racial society. but i'm sure each of us has faced a racial prejudice somewhere in our lives. i know i have despite being a eurasian. what can i say. manjens suck.
this prayer is real and i know it will touch ur heart like it has mine.
*Black Prayer *
Why Did You Make Me Black Lord .....
Lord ..... Why did you make me black?
Why did you make someone the world would hold back?
Black is the colour of dirty clothes, of grimy hands and feet...
Black is the colour of darkness, of tired beaten streets...
Why did you give me thick lips, a broad nose and kinky hair?
Why did you create someone who receives the hated stare?
Black is the colour of the bruised eye when someone gets hurt...
Black is the colour of darkness, black is the colour of dirt.
Why is my bone structure so thick, my hips and cheeks so high?
Why are my eyes brown, and not the colour of the sky?
Why do people think I'm useless?
How come I feel so used?
Why do people see my skin and think I should be abused?
Lord, I just don't understand...
What is it about my skin?
Why is it some people want to hate me and not know the person within?
Black is what people are "Labelled"when others want to keep them away...
Black is the colour of shadows cast...
Black is the end of the day.
Lord you know my own people mistreat me,and you know this just ain't right...
They don't like my hair, they don't like my skin,as they say I'm too dark or too light!
Lord, don't you think it's time to make a change?
Why don't you redo creation and make everyone the same?
*God's Reply*
Why did I make you black?
Why did I make you black?
I made you in the colour of coal from which beautiful diamonds are formed
I made you in the colour of oil,the black gold which keeps people warm.
Your colour is the same as the rich dark soil that grows the food you need..
Your colour is the same as the black stallion and panther, Oh what majestic creatures indeed!
All colours of the heavenly rainbow can be found throughout every nation..
When all these colours are blended,you become my greatest creation!
Your hair is the texture of lamb's wool,such a beautiful creature is he..
I am the shepherd who watches them,I will ALWAYS watch over thee!
You are the colour of the midnight sky,I put star glitter in your eyes..
There's a beautiful smile hidden behind your pain..
That's why your cheeks are so high!
You are the colour of dark clouds from the hurricanes I create in September..
I made your lips so full and thick,so when you kiss...they will remember!
Your stature is strong,your bone structure thick to withstand the burden of time..
The reflection you see in the mirror,that image that looks back, that is MINE!
So get off your knees,look in the mirror and tell me what you see?
I didn't make you in the image of darkness...
I made you in the image of ME!
this prayer is real and i know it will touch ur heart like it has mine.
*Black Prayer *
Why Did You Make Me Black Lord .....
Lord ..... Why did you make me black?
Why did you make someone the world would hold back?
Black is the colour of dirty clothes, of grimy hands and feet...
Black is the colour of darkness, of tired beaten streets...
Why did you give me thick lips, a broad nose and kinky hair?
Why did you create someone who receives the hated stare?
Black is the colour of the bruised eye when someone gets hurt...
Black is the colour of darkness, black is the colour of dirt.
Why is my bone structure so thick, my hips and cheeks so high?
Why are my eyes brown, and not the colour of the sky?
Why do people think I'm useless?
How come I feel so used?
Why do people see my skin and think I should be abused?
Lord, I just don't understand...
What is it about my skin?
Why is it some people want to hate me and not know the person within?
Black is what people are "Labelled"when others want to keep them away...
Black is the colour of shadows cast...
Black is the end of the day.
Lord you know my own people mistreat me,and you know this just ain't right...
They don't like my hair, they don't like my skin,as they say I'm too dark or too light!
Lord, don't you think it's time to make a change?
Why don't you redo creation and make everyone the same?
*God's Reply*
Why did I make you black?
Why did I make you black?
I made you in the colour of coal from which beautiful diamonds are formed
I made you in the colour of oil,the black gold which keeps people warm.
Your colour is the same as the rich dark soil that grows the food you need..
Your colour is the same as the black stallion and panther, Oh what majestic creatures indeed!
All colours of the heavenly rainbow can be found throughout every nation..
When all these colours are blended,you become my greatest creation!
Your hair is the texture of lamb's wool,such a beautiful creature is he..
I am the shepherd who watches them,I will ALWAYS watch over thee!
You are the colour of the midnight sky,I put star glitter in your eyes..
There's a beautiful smile hidden behind your pain..
That's why your cheeks are so high!
You are the colour of dark clouds from the hurricanes I create in September..
I made your lips so full and thick,so when you kiss...they will remember!
Your stature is strong,your bone structure thick to withstand the burden of time..
The reflection you see in the mirror,that image that looks back, that is MINE!
So get off your knees,look in the mirror and tell me what you see?
I didn't make you in the image of darkness...
I made you in the image of ME!
soberly high
cool cool, maybe this will be more useful den the frenster one. hmmm, being my first publicised blog entry, what can i say?
still trying to sober up from drinking heavily last nite. totally intoxicated n sloshed, again. like what's new. it's so weird, despite consciously knowing its harmful n all, pple still drink n smoke. its like we're trying to fight death, knowing we can't but still trying anyway.
it's good to be high, like woah n floating all over haha. makes u wonder how come the rest r drunk wen u are the one. its like another world, another perpective. it all comes down to sensation n perception, how convenient. my first essay.
speaking of which, gotta stop procrastinating n finish up the second essay. n also majorly start working out. gotta so lose weight. funny, we're all like succumbed to human nature. oh well.
still trying to sober up from drinking heavily last nite. totally intoxicated n sloshed, again. like what's new. it's so weird, despite consciously knowing its harmful n all, pple still drink n smoke. its like we're trying to fight death, knowing we can't but still trying anyway.
it's good to be high, like woah n floating all over haha. makes u wonder how come the rest r drunk wen u are the one. its like another world, another perpective. it all comes down to sensation n perception, how convenient. my first essay.
speaking of which, gotta stop procrastinating n finish up the second essay. n also majorly start working out. gotta so lose weight. funny, we're all like succumbed to human nature. oh well.
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