HI Priscilla, this post is just for you. Jeremy is right about the friends-locked. Get an LJ if you want to read my interesting one :D:D  

This LJ has accompanied me for the past year and it has lost its novelty. 

My second last words would be: Math is frying my brains. 

And my last words would be: I don't know why but it feels terrible. 

From next year, I am guessing I would have too many experiences to document, and too many personal things to write about... so evidently an online journal isn't going to be sufficiently satisfying. 

I'm grateful that this year happened in the exact way it did: 

- I chose HP.
- I got to know 4 new people who will confront the A levels with me.
- I got to know many more people beyond the above 4 who mean alot to me, even if the majority of them probably do not know that they do (: 
- I have retained all the friendships I need to retain.
- I got the necessary grades to promote satisfactorily. 
- I won the debating championships, together with 4 other people. This, being probably one of the most important things in my entire year. 
- I had lots of fun overseas - in Cambridge + Japan 
- I am more mature now...
- I am smarter now. Haha.

If time wasn't the one dimensional bitch it is... 

- I would have continued to build up my indifference to things, but I cannot do it anymore. One big regret.
- I would have been nicer to alot of people. Seriously. 
- I would have tried to be more sensitive. This kind of contradicts the first point I guess. But it doesn't. And if it does, I will just deny reason. 
- I would have tried to get to know some people, earlier. 

So that's it, 2008. 

We're heading for JC2 folks! All the best, and Happy New Year. I've always frowned upon the common contempt for cliches... because they say alot if taken seriously. So, here's one for all of us.

Let's hope we stay happy and true to ourselves, regardless of whatever happens. I hope the year ahead will not be one we value merely as a means, but as an ends as well. 

I surrender to Immanuel Kant. To understand him, I seriously need the best time of the day when my mind is fully alert and I have the right attitude to tackle his convoluted writing with jargon in every single sentence.  

I hate the jargon. He clearly found common English way too inadequate for his abstruse arguments ): 

In any case, I think Singapore is way too small. Affinity is like the experience of the sublime hitting me from every angle. I find it tragic, but take great pleasure in it at the same time.

Merry Christmas. 

I rejected shopping for a materialistic present this year because I decided I do not want anything. But I do want Christmas presents - that is, knowledge. Free flowing knowledge which does not require any effort.  But I guess, considering I've been spending my whole Christmas eve reading Hegel+Newsweek (and 2 hours of Grey's Anatomy but I deserve it), I'm trying to give myself a Christmas present. Plus, I want someone to make me feel smarter. For e.g. give me better SAT scores. 

But you can't give it to me; in fact, no one can. So, it's okay. 

I still wish you, very sincerely with all the sincerity I have left after sincerely sympathising with the Zimbabweans, Merry Christmas. 

I wonder if people miss my daily posts. But it's fine. I'm posting to take up space on your friend's page anyway. 

At the beginning of the year, I thought the Humanities Programme was just a social farce; I thought alot of people were purposely going out of their way for... I really don't know - to fit in better perhaps? An investment in their own 2 year future? But now, I really don't think HP is like that. I've found real friends, and I think everyone has given up whatever I perceived as pretension; maybe because we're tired, and maybe because we've all found something better - real friends? Or maybe, I've just been sucked into the whole mess, as I believe many of you would believe, and I am part of the social farce so I can no longer look at things objectively. 

But whatever it is, I think I'm happy, so isn't that what matters to me? That I'm happy; well, quite? 

Sorry that was just in response to Choo Jun asking me to decide if I'm going to the HP party. I've not been to any of those gatherings mostly because they were always inconveniently timed but I do suspect I'll be relatively free for this one. Besides the horrible location, I'm quite inclined to go (Choo Jun this is not confirmation). But, it also depends whether all of you go for it. Admittedly, it would only be meaningful if some of you go for it so if you are, you could do me a favour by telling me :) 

In any case, I am happy now for a good reason. I SETTLED (more or less) MY IS TOPIC. While I have to concede, in retrospect, that I feel like a big loser for choosing what I did, I am fantastically glad I have settled on something. After so, so long of LueyChun looking me in the face and telling me he has written his proposal ): Anyway I feel like a loser because I've abandoned all my initial plans which got me extremely excited - love, common sense and language, all of which are topics I still find immensely interesting. But at least, I have something to work on. A few more trips to the national library and a scant literature review of continental philosophy would finalise my topic, and allow me to start on my proposal. 

On this note, I think someone should seriously explore the dynamics of information transfer (Lisian - you're doing on memes?). But that's not really my point; you should REALLY use HP as a case study. Even if informally, it will really have 'heuristic' value in terms of gaining insight. The way knowledge (would you count gossip as knowledge?) spreads is incredibly scary. Incredibly. If you ask me, it's got to do fundamentally with the people for 2 reasons: 

1. We are people who tend to create things (not the best word, but it'll have to do) which make for an excellently strong meme - it's of great interest value, it concerns human dynamics, it allows us to pass a value judgement. Trust me, the last is what makes knowledge most enjoyable. We love it when we get to pass a value judgement. We're narcissistic ultimately. 

2. We are people who like to spread things about because we love gossip. 

So we create the strong message, and we're the most resilient messengers you can find around. The most effective vessels for the evil meme (: 

Maybe this is a gross generalisation on my part, but I personally believe there is at least some truth in it. 

I also got a new pencil case which Cheronne says is extremely common, and that is true; but the point is I got a pencil case after so long of not having one and using an ugly striped toiletry case as a substitute. 

Ok, before I'm out of here, I must say that I hate my skin now. I am resenting the sun for giving me the awful sun-burns. 2 mornings of sun and I suffered 1 sleepless night because my back and shoulder blades were burnt. Now, I'm just flaking like those disgusting fish flakes in the tako pachi box. Gosh the things I'm saying are shocking even myself; I feel even more grossed out now. Why why why do we have our damned physical bodies? It allows pretty people to be unfairly advantaged (which I feel is quite unfair, some people can't help being ugly... it's in the genes, and plastic surgery is expensive plus not constructive at all), it gives us additional utterly unnecessary pains to deal with because of those damned neurons, and the pleasure associated with it is raw, degrading, and so often abused into immorality. 

You could ask me how we would reproduce then - but I'm sure spirits are perfectly capable of having spiritual babies. After all, physical+physical=Physical. So why can't spiritual+spiritual=spiritual? Math does not always have to make sense you know, it just has to be consistently nonsensical (:

Great great, I'm done screaming at life. I figured one reason why I would prefer HC debates above NY debates (besides the fact that I'm a better debater in Hwa Chong) is the fact that we have a very constant, unidealistic philosophy which we all truly believe in. The way Mr Tan wants to win (at almost all, or at least alot of, cost) is incredible, and I love it. We understand the reality of debates :D - I'm not saying this is right in some metaphysical, timeless, objective realm; I'm just saying when it comes to debate (a ruthless, inequitable, depressing, highly selective sport), I think it is right. 

 Keeping a diary, online or off, is extremely important. 

Thanks to the post I reserve for my private eye, I figured I really miss the week of the MIDC finals, when: 
- we fought to hug MrTan's bear and crept surreptitiously into the NY art room
- i was utterly upset with the motion and our case after training with our seniors
- i was pissed off at the way i felt chuan yi was perpetually opposing me on the day we trained the whole day 
- i sat down for 2 hours with coloured markers and a4 paper writing the whole framework out, working out the various contradictions and linking the themes 
- i felt guilt 

ok after writing all that out, i realise i don't miss it that much. maybe it's because i was rudely interrupted. 

well well, debate will always be an important memory. it's just that it's all over now, and while i still probably am going to represent hwa chong next year, it'll never be the same. we won't develop the same team-spirit with the new people. funny to think about how i was afraid we'd explode and shatter as a team the day before acjc and become mortal enemies. it didn't help external people were asking me what's wrong with our team, at a time i never knew anything was wrong. even if we lost something inside, we held together anyway. well we certainly did lose something from the midc time to now, no one can deny that, or will bother to, knowing us... but at least i have memories nicely tied up by winning. 

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anyway, i went to the gym and i lost whatever little bit of fitness i had. from 100kcal to 60kcal. from 2km to 1km. 

plus, i confirmed my hypothesis that exercise gives me a christmas present everything time i 'indulge' myself, a bloodless period. if you didn't get the sarcasm, it's a bloodless period on top of my bloody period. okay. too much information. 

1) I realised Pei Shan is from HC HP and is a debater! - thanks ironically to Kee En all the way at MFA. Before today, I did not even really know who she was. I think HP is a place like an ivy-league university, one of its greatest benefits is the connection and the sense of camaraderie which can get you a long way in future. 

2) Glendon is a good source of interesting information about high school. 




"Regarding death as the worst evil is obvious not the product of rational reflection. If it were, we would regard prenatal non-existence with the same horror as we regard death" 

Some food for thought. 

Btw, for those interested in philosophy, I recommend the series the 'Routledge Philosophers'. They make usually incomprehensible metaphysics fascinating!! 

 a number of porcupines huddled together quite closely in order through their mutual warmth to prevent themselves from being frozen. But they soon felt the effect of their quills on one another, which made them again move apart. Now when the need for warmth once more brought them together, the drawback of the quills was repeated so that they were tossed between two evils, until they discovered the proper distance from which they could best tolerate one another. Thus the need for society which springs from emptiness and monotony of men's lives drives them together; but their many unpleasant and repulsive qualities and insufferable drawbacks once more drives them apart. 

- Schopenhauer 

My sister is currently 'enlisted' in a job at Pat's Schoolhouse, the kindergarten I hold fondly in my memory. The little kids would hold your hand, sit on your lap, and tell you they do not want you to leave. She told me a story about a little boy who was insensitive to touch because his sensory neurons were slightly dysfunctional. He would hug you as tightly as he could so that he could feel the human warmth. 

For him, there was just the monotony and the emptiness. There were no quills. 

Disclaimer I: This is academic, only!!!

Disclaimer II: I think people are scary when they try to read too much into intentions. These are merely some of my thoughts after reading what I have read. Please ignore it if you want. 

HELLO KI STUDENTS. 

Some of us were wondering exactly what the independent study demands of us. Is it a pure literature review? Or, are we supposed to be mini-philosophers and come up with our own 'research conclusions and findings' to answer a philosophical problem in a novel way? 

I borrowed a set of independent studies from Mr Tan, and this is what I extrapolated. 

*Please note that this is my own personal point of view after having read through a few independent studies.

I do not think that a new theory is necessary, but it is possible. The bulk of the independent study is essentially the piecing together of already existent philosophies to answer a specifically framed question. Most of the ISes I read produced a new theory through the amalgamation of 2 existing ones. 

One of them studied the nature of meaning (in relation to language). Understanding that meaning can have both subjective and objective elements, she brought up 2 theories - one which says the meaning of a proposition is determined by the speaker of the language (i.e. subjective), and another that says the meaning of a proposition is determined by understanding the conditions which determine the truth of the proposition (i.e. objective). I will not go into detail, but these 2 theories basically more or less answered the objections raised in the other theory. She decided to bring these two conditions together. 

Another person studied art and knowledge. She concluded that while art does not give us propositional knowledge, she combined the concept of art and tacit knowledge, to conclude that art gives us tacit knowledge, arguably something equally important. 
*Tacit knowledge - knowledge which cannot be uttered in language or numbers, like how you recognise someone's face in the crowd, or your outlook in life and the various perspectives you have. It isn't propositional knowledge per se but it seems to be like knowledge. 
(Mr Tan identified this piece on art and said it was good... there may have been other reasons for him identifying this one in particular but that's not the point. I think what I draw from that is conclusions don't have to be entirely original. I have a feeling that there is already literature bringing these two concepts together. The whole thing was written very nicely.) 

Another person studied collectivism vs. individualism. Simply put, it is an analysis of democracy vs. centralisation of power; he came to the conclusion that democracy is more equipped to gives us social knowledge (which is defined as good policies, best way to run the country - he added an element of pragmatism and coherentism in determining truth with regards to social knowledge). Nothing novel in my opinion... 

Another concluded that the death of languages limit the amount of knowledge we have, but not its accuracy. 

Do note that many of the ISes are highly specific and study one question. The one on meaning literally quoted 2 philosophers (Davidson vs. Grice). I think framing the question with an obvious end goal in mind will be helpful.

If you have any more questions, you can ask me to ask Mr Tan, or you can ask me for Mr Burge's/Mr Tan's email, which I think I have. 

I won't put it pass many of you to have borrowed some ISes yourself or asked seniors about it. So do comment if you think I'm wrong in anyway or if you want to clarify anything.

If you were in Canada, and if you were, to put it plainly, fat, you would be entitled to 2 seats in an airplane for the price of 1. The airlines' appeal against this legislation failed. Now, what's left to be determined is what constitutes 'obese'. An airlines suggested: if you cannot lower your armrest. 

Equality for all, not just across race, religion and culture, but across area, perimeter and volume. 

(But my question is, what good would two seats really do? At least in SIA, the armrests are rigid. The fat dude can't possibly have an armrest wedged in between. That'll be awfully painful)

I found this piece of news hilarious!

A not so funny piece of news which shared the theme of equality is this: In India, a 15 year old boy was punished by rival caste members for writing a love letter to a girl from a lower caste. America's recent forecast prepared for Obama postulated India as one of the emerging global powers in the new multi-polar world in 2025. The extent social hierarchy pervades their society is scary and very discouraging. 

I live in a funny and sad world. This is when we turn away from economics, politics and current affairs, and bring ourselves into the world of fiction and philosophy. Things are always more shielded there. 

Back from Japan, and quite relieved at that. Work, and I do mean work, starts tomorrow. 

It was a good trip, but I do not suppose you expected any less. Since when have school trips been bad anyway?

I'm tired even though we managed alot of sleep, and I will not bother with the details now. In short, this is how I'd define the trip:

2 (+1) roommates
who embody feline characteristics to various degrees and in various forms

many many conversations over meals, in rooms late at night ... 
though some may say that this is a euphemism; aspirations and dreams were so thick in the air it almost became overwhelming, and of course, there was what some would crudely but most accurately call bitching. jac gave me lessons on special things which is unsuitable for the world wide web. also, i learnt alot which made me surprised. utterly. 

mel yoong and i wrote oxford ppe and cambridge law on silver wishing stars. will the future erode my cynicism? 

bridge
a nightly routine interrupted only by king kong. full of unfair hands (yes you know who you are), stupid mistakes, and satisfying intellectual games.

ms ong! - brightening food and travel
at the risk of being stoned by any of the students who take geography, i like ms ong and it is sad i'll never see her again. she is our prima donna! sorry, that wasn't done rightly. *shakes head with hair swishing about* she is roy's prima donna. whatever it is, we had 2 dinners where ms ong just entertained us so much that we were laughing through it all. for the first, mr perry was acting out whatever ms ong was doing (and trust me, it was freaking funny. she will top any list measuring elaborate gesticulations). in the second, she was translating the embarrassing moments of mr white. if anyone can talk, it has got to be her. bus rides were made hugely entertaining with her 'recharging' for 2 seconds and popping out with more taxi driver stories or rants about hwa chong.

ying hui
the awesome hp senior (from 06) who joined us for 2 days. she is nice, cool, and amazingly intelligent. for one, she is going to harvard to do her graduate degree and she bravely went to japan to study with no japanese background at all. i admire her alot but of course, will never follow her footsteps. nevertheless, i talked to her a little (more than most people i suspect) and i was flattered when she said that i seemed like a humanities student; apparently, our batch is extremely mainstream.

nudity
surprised? i suspect that word in isolation would be shocking considering japan's conservatism. but, i'm talking about the onsen. i cannot begin the describe the incredible apprehension i felt about going in naked. but, i did it anyway. after the first time, while jac saw our bodies when she looked at our faces, i find that bodies and faces are surprisingly disengaged. now, i do not get the whole fuss about pornography. what thrill is there from looking at a naked body? to me, bodies are like objects and it is your face that makes you a human being. 

ice-cream
japan has good ice-cream. and unlike melissa, that is all i can say about it. 

drama
unfortunate drama which made everything exciting but also slightly disappointing. 

thought
i have been forced to reconsider many many thing. many beliefs i have about people; surprisingly, these thoughts are not ones even my closest friends would guess and i am not vocalising them in the near future. i will watch and see.

mr perry + mr white
for offering us food (mr white), for giving us the best lecture of the year on the a-bomb (mr perry), and for being fun teachers i/c.

of course, there still were all the beautiful sights in japan, the photo taking, the good food (most of it anyway), my resolution to take up vegetarianism for one week next year, the silly things i did, the silly things jac, jeremy and melissa did, and everybody else on the trip.

now, i'm tired. i've got so much to do. work starts tomorrow, i get 4-days leave to go for the ny debate camp, then i take the SATs (did i mention my failed plan to study SATs in Japan?), and then, I have to work on IS, HSSRP, and general reading for self-improvement.

i'm not particularly upset i am back actually. maybe, it's because, exempt ms ong, japan has really come back with me to singapore.

Whatever people say about autograph books, I think they are awesome things. I am not sure what they have been like for you, but for me, they are an exercise in boosting my (um) 'confidence' because you read compliments which sound so damn sincere. And I mean this seriously. It makes me ask myself - am I really that awesome a person? 

Of course, more importantly, it is also an exercise in recollection. And that can be very funny. 

For one, there is a huge discourse going on throughout my book about whether you should write your own name or the person's name on top of the page. Somehow, rather illogically in my opinion, most people write the person's name on top. For e.g., if it were my book, they would write 'Jamie' before starting anything. Why, why! I know my name, and I want to remember yours (or at least you should think I do)! After I splashed 'Jamie's over some of my classmates autograph books, and justified it accordingly, some people (like Dina) still choose to stick to the tradition, while others decide to follow me. Xin Rong finds the golden mean, she writes both our names. Nevertheless, don't you think I'm right? (Sorry Dina)

To quote ShiMin
"From a row behind, Liping and I would always like to see what interesting food you brought to eat that day :) I remember seeing the chocolate sweet, something like gummy (the long chewy thing) and many many more! You are truly daring... especially the time you stuffed the whole gummy thing into your mouth in Mr Chan's lesson! Yup... we saw that (:"

I found that exceedingly hilarious upon a 2nd read. 

I feel very old now. I miss my old class... "not listening to a single lesson properly for over a year" (- I quote, after sitting next to Xi Wen & Wu Shuang) 

If you must know, I took this book out to read because there are a few pages of Chinese words (written by some of my PRC friends; you see, I told you I'm not xenophobic), and so I thought, this is an innovative way of revising Chinese the 'fun way'. Of course, you need not question my success. 

OOH it is quite scary: I am reminded of my and Dina's vision about shower time after PE. We were whining about it once when the PE teacher forced us to run in the sun. It has come true! 

And now, in light of my partial success with the above way of learning Chinese (diminishing marginal returns have set in too soon, I tried alright), and keeping in mind my perennial, relentless pursuit for Chinese excellence, I shall proceed to my 2nd innovative learning methodology...

WATCHING KOREAN DRAMAS!

Hey do not snigger, it is dubbed in Chinese and there are Chinese subtitles. Plus, it is melodramatic and engenders the conservatism expected in Chinese writing. It's perfect, I swear! 

I will find inspiration to write about... love that withstands all trials and tribulations, which transcends the boundaries of sickness and death, as well as the deep valleys which represent the division of status (I would throw a sophisticated-sounding name at you now if I were a geographer). 

(This is what I am missing the faculty outing - Noelle(&Cheronne)+Melissa's performance - for, Chinese... good, orthodox Chinese)

I take the A levels tomorrow. it's THE A levels.

I have this nice smelling smell on me now because of my new shampoo. I really like it but it registers rather fondly with a hidden part of my memory I cannot access - on whom have I smelt this before? I really need to know ): 

I suddenly want to be insane for one day. And I mean truly truly insane. Insane, not because you do not know what sanity is, but because you do not think sanity is right. Seeing another world, because you suddenly find a possibility of seeing things different. You see reality as insanity, and sanity as an act.

I want to feel the incredible weight of depression that sinks in because you feel that no one in the world understands you. Because you suddenly feel you know what is right, and no one else can understand where you are coming from. To be alone, that one person, who has access to something you feel is superior.

It feels ironically good to have this sudden deluge of heavy emotion weighing down on me. 

We need variety in our lives. 

I just watched The Hours, you see. It is depressing! 

Nettie just called, and I can't really feel depressed when talking to her. This is variety (:

What on earth am I whining for, or have I been whining for? 

This is like a path which gets you to your destination. I've not taken the shortest path, because there've been some flaws along the way. But I got there anyway. 

There is a nagging feeling that I got there by chance... and that I will not be able to replicate it. In fact, I hardly have the confidence of replicating this feat when I'm brought back to the starting point 3 times next year, before I take on the most arduous and important journey.

But for now, I will not worry... and give myself more credit. 

All I will say concretely is that assuming no one else changes their results, I got 7th in the level for Math, overall. This means alot to me.

And, no one can say 'hahaha' to me because my promotional examination mark for Math has been changed. 

I am extremely happy for Melissa Yoong who has the right to laugh at whoever thought she cannot do it, Jacqueline Chan who proved everyone who did not believe in her (including herself, actually) wrong, Jeremy Ang who was as brilliant in Lit and KI as usual (I am positive he just proved Mr Barnard wrong - he did top KI. I accidentally saw the Main College mark list :/), and Jia Wen and Yina who got their 'A's for history they more than deserved. 

To everyone who did not do well, I cannot tell you to forget it, because it'll probably take a while. But, there's nowhere some effort and an exceeding amount of self confidence (HAHA TAKE IT FROM ME) cannot get you. 

Spent the last hour reading my friends page, something I don't usually do in the normal times. 

2 days take an agonisingly long time to pass. Math will be over quite happily tomorrow I suspect. Even if I realise I don't do all that well, I won't be too distressed because I've given up on H3 Math. Anyway, the past year paper wasn't difficult. (RJC's is FAR FAR EASIER.)

Tuesday is THE day. I need to do well for literature!!! And Econs of course, which I am not planning to study for anymore. 

I HATE CHINESE. 

Okay that's all for my 2 hour break. I finished reading Tuesdays with Morrie yesterday (: I like it very much, I forgot how much I liked it. 

Back to... reading Donne poetry.


There's always a fear that underlies everything. Fear fear fear fear. Even after it is all over, it is this fear that prevents you from enjoying what you have not been enjoying. It'll never end I suspect, even after the results are out, even after the A level results are out, even after we get our university postings, and finish our PhDs. Only time can tell when it will end. But maybe, I don't want it to end. Because, fear does not come alone. It comes with... I don't know. 

 The more I think about it, the more I see flight and not death. At all. 

I mean this in the context of the poems. In the context of literature, I see death. I HOPE TO DEATH Mr Burge is open. 

I cannot keep bringing in my own preconceived notions! The worst part is, I don't even realise it.

Lit is something that can make you feel really stupid. You ask yourself, how on EARTH did I not see FLIGHT when (as jeremy pointed out) the words "flight" and "craft", accompanied by "Airman" and "clouds" were just screaming out the poem.

HOW! Mind you, I wrote the title in my essay about 2-3 times.

It feels awful to know things have gone wrong. It is like great expectations tumbling down.   

KI + ~75% of Economics over! 

I am happy. So much so, that I want to sleep and not read Great Expectations. I get the feeling that the sudden rush I felt after I handed the stupid Economics exam script with 15 pages worth of words, fine, and graphs (Yes, you know, to those who know me) came to soon. 

I'm still happy, and bye. I don't want to screw up lit like I did. I will cry ): 

Ok, I wouldn't. 

True
in accordance with fact or reality : a true story | of course it's true | that is not true of the people I am talking about.

Option 1:

 1. Math + Music about Love really helps you de-stress. I love studying Math because it is quite effortless, you know you are doing necessary work, yet you enjoy the temporary break your brain gets :D And, I can listen to nice soothing music. I intended to get classical music, but I couldn't find it, so I decided on music about Love. Barring the times when I got distracted by the lyrics wondering whether the singers really mean it, or thinking about epistemology (because someone said "all i need to know is you love me"... that makes epistemology so much easier don't you think)... it worked out quite well. There was this song I found really sweet, but if I go on anymore, you'd think that stress is making me really weird. But, they told a story in the song, it was really sweet :D 

This, btw, is a product of Jia Wen stressing me out during the Cambridge briefing. 

2. I finished my PW Bibliography. Yes, product of Jia Jun's pressure. 

3. I was looking at the Japan itinerary. I felt really happy thinking about what would happen after Promos, then, I sigh, and got back to Math. 

4. I discovered something very interesting for myself. Many of us do not realise it, but the English language implies that the primary role of a human being is to be a moral agent. There is a dispute over the definition of good, some believe it is one of those non-reducible terms. I used to think so too. There is a conflict over whether there is a normative aspect to the word. I don't think there is. I think, that good = skillful. Being a 'good craftsmen' or a 'good musician' all imply being skillful at the role the musician/craftsmen is supposed to play. Yet, being a 'good' person seems to imply being a moral person. The meaning of good does not vary, it is merely a dead predicate. It is the subject that confuses all of us. After all, being a 'good' teacher/leader seems to have a moral aspect (plus other abilities), attached to it as well. Yet, for a person, it seems wholly moral. Doesn't this say something about our role as people, at least, implied by the language we are all adept in?


Okay, so be a good person, and continue studying. That was 2 hours of my Saturday morning intended for Econs on my grand study schedule wasted on PW/ This Post!