I Started A Joke
I started a joke
which started the whole world crying
But I didn't see
that the joke was on me, oh no
I started to cry
which started the whole world laughing
Oh if I'd only seen
that the joke was on me
I looked at the skies
running my hands over my eyes
And I fell out of bed
hurting my head
from things that I'd said
Till I finally died
which started the whole world living
Oh if I'd only seen
that the joke was on me
I looked at the skies
running my hands over my eyes
And I fell out of bed
hurting my head
from things that I'd said
Till I finally died
which started the whole world living
Oh if I'd only seen
that the joke was on me
Uncle T
6 Jun 2009
Next! 7:28 am
Looking forward to the next chapter. Its time to close the previous. But the next will only makes sense relative to the previous.
No, but its time to close the previous, alone or otherwise.
Uncle T
No, but its time to close the previous, alone or otherwise.
"...and He goes ahead of us to make the crooked path straight"
Uncle T
5 Jun 2009
come come, ask me. 9:26 pm
how does it feel to be forgotten in your room? to feel you are the lousier man? to have your pride washed down the sink? come come, ask me.
for all my hope, passion, enthusiasm, optimism since my boyhood, is there no room for moments otherwise?
how does it feel to be left to fight your own battles when books and quotes tell you friends will be there? how does it feel to be there for others and find no one around when you need? how does it feel to celebrate your happiest moments lacking sleep, friends, and joy? come come, ask me.
Uncle T
4 Jun 2009
You in yours, me in mine? 6:08 am
"Am I becoming just another one of them? The latest on the list, the soon-to-be-forgotten as forgetting is easier than remembering. Will I become just a memory pushed aside as suddenly as it was triggered?
Will I be waving frantically outside the window, whilst you busy away in another world? You in yours, me in mine?"
Uncle T
1 Jun 2009
"You love someone, you open yourself up to suffering, that’s the sad truth. Maybe they’ll break your heart, maybe you’ll break their heart and never be able to look at yourself the same way. Those are the risks. That’s the burden.
Like wings, they have weight, we feel that weight on our backs, but they are a burden that lifts us. Burdens which allow us to fly."
Uncle T
Blogging: human race's salvation? 2:02 am
I do not often read your blog. But each time I do, I am amazed; amazed by your thoughts, your ponderations. I am saddened; saddened why I did not notice these thoughts in our conversations, in our interactions. I am proud; proud of who you are, proud that at the very least I know you if I don't know you at all.
The Return of the Written Word
In this way, I am glad for blogosphere. I have for so long lambasted short-messages (SMSes), emails, emotiocons for stealing the written word, or vandalising it. At the very least, now blogs allows for the return of the written word in a legitimate way.
I used to think that blogs were for the pretentious, the extroverted flaunting their lives to the world they think cares for them. There are those still around. Yet, there are also those who simply write to share their thoughts, to write to an unknown known-world, as a form of catharsis, as a means to cement our frivolous thoughts; for it is in writing that we think of how we feel, why we feel, and writing gives ourselves the legitimacy to feel the way we do, don't you think?
Human race clawing its way back
This desire to pen our thoughts, share our inner-most ruminations is not new. Whilst we consider blog-hopping today rather voyeuristic, would it not make the entire human race who reads fictions books voyeurs then? For centuries, the written word through books has been means not just to spread knowledge, but for authors to share their thoughts and worldviews. Blogging today is the same.
There is the writer. There are the words. There is the reader.
"Blogging may just be the salvation of the human race clawing its way back from the depths of the desensitising mechanical urban world."
I'll be awaiting the day that this quote will be attributed to me sometime in the future.
Uncle T
The Return of the Written Word
In this way, I am glad for blogosphere. I have for so long lambasted short-messages (SMSes), emails, emotiocons for stealing the written word, or vandalising it. At the very least, now blogs allows for the return of the written word in a legitimate way.
I used to think that blogs were for the pretentious, the extroverted flaunting their lives to the world they think cares for them. There are those still around. Yet, there are also those who simply write to share their thoughts, to write to an unknown known-world, as a form of catharsis, as a means to cement our frivolous thoughts; for it is in writing that we think of how we feel, why we feel, and writing gives ourselves the legitimacy to feel the way we do, don't you think?
Human race clawing its way back
This desire to pen our thoughts, share our inner-most ruminations is not new. Whilst we consider blog-hopping today rather voyeuristic, would it not make the entire human race who reads fictions books voyeurs then? For centuries, the written word through books has been means not just to spread knowledge, but for authors to share their thoughts and worldviews. Blogging today is the same.
There is the writer. There are the words. There is the reader.
"Blogging may just be the salvation of the human race clawing its way back from the depths of the desensitising mechanical urban world."
I'll be awaiting the day that this quote will be attributed to me sometime in the future.
Uncle T
Shopping in Britain 12:51 am
In marketing, consumers tend to be segmented by various categories. One of which, especially in the consumer goods market, is categorising by "lifestyles". However, these categorisations are not universally applicable.
The British lifestyle classification is rather interesting, and funny. So if you know anything about the UK, here it is, giving examples for clothing shopping:
This may be the only joy of studying, knowing such things.
Uncle T
The British lifestyle classification is rather interesting, and funny. So if you know anything about the UK, here it is, giving examples for clothing shopping:
- Avant-Gardians: interested in change (eg. H&M. Its Swedish)
- Pontificators: traditionalists, typically British (eg. Debenhams, where the only colour other than black is red)
- Chameleons: follow the crowd (eg. those who buy from Primark & Topshop)
- Sleepwalkers: contended underachievers (eg. those who hang around pubs all day with pints in their hands. Probably Oxfam will do)
This may be the only joy of studying, knowing such things.
Uncle T
31 May 2009
what do you do with a pretty face? 5:39 am
cinderella | singapore day | hampton court, londonBut what do you do with this pretty face? Romance is the answer Hollywood might give you. But seriously, how realistic is it that everytime you see a pretty face you think romance. Surely, that's not possible, lest you can live with a reality that you will be spreading your seed each time a face moves you.
So other than romance, what do you do with a pretty face? Sometimes I have a huge urge to whip out my camera and take a photo. Sometimes, just wish to tell that person with that face how beautiful she is. Or use a video recorder to take a short video. Or do a portrait.
And then the face just slips by, back into the stranger-world that float around you. And the queer frustration sets in; that you did nothing when you saw beauty and did nothing.
So other than Hollywood's "romance" answer, what else can you actually do with a pretty face? Do we just walk away?
Uncle T
Which reality is the real one? 2:48 am
Our Fantasy Worlds
Magic has always belonged to the fantasy world we all dabbled in whilst we were kids. Well, some still do visit this fantasy world even beyond kidhood. But even they would admit that the fantasy world of magic is different from the "real world". In fact, if fantasy was that close to reality perhaps many of us would not even pay attention to it; its after all only in the world of fantasy that we can magically torture the loathsome teachers with boils.
Potter's Reality vs. Our Reality
Take Harry Potter for example. For most of his life before going to Hogwart's School of Magic, his reality was the one of cruel mundanity, regular life of a normal human, a Muggle. Then, suddenly that reality changes as he goes off to magic school and trains to become a wizard. His reality now changes to one of magic. Our fantasy is his reality. Or is it?
Harry still has to go back to his Muggle life every school holiday, an approximate excrutiating 5 months, which is nearly half a year. So which is Harry's reality then? Life of a famous wizard, which only lasts half a year, or the other half, one of a Muggle being ill-treated at home? His reality is our fantasy, yet possibly our reality is his nightmare.
My point is this: which reality is our reality? When we are with friends, we are different from the "us" that are with our parents; the "me" in the UK for the past 3 years may be different from the "me" back home. Which is the real reality? Even my body is unsure; the weather has turned warmer, and by right, I should be pleased as I have lived in the tropics for 20 years. Yet, as I jog through the woods, my body repulses the growing humidity and yearn for a little more cool.
Why is this question important you ask? Well, it is important at harbingers of big changes in our lives. It is important at transition points in our lives don't you think? I'm so used to living independently in the UK. Now, I have to go home to, yes a reality I am familiar with, but not necessarily one that I look forward to. Yet, should I now readjust my expectations/ personality going back to Singapore? But why should I if the reality is the "me" in the UK, and any readjustment may be going against reality?
Philosophical Answer: watch Harry Potter
Wah, this is getting cheem. Reality is defined as the state of things as they really are. Perhaps ask yourself what is your reality? Who are you, really? Are you "you" because that is truly "you" or because others expect that of you?
I don't know. Perhaps watch the pentology of Harry Potter movies. Like I did.
Uncle T
Magic has always belonged to the fantasy world we all dabbled in whilst we were kids. Well, some still do visit this fantasy world even beyond kidhood. But even they would admit that the fantasy world of magic is different from the "real world". In fact, if fantasy was that close to reality perhaps many of us would not even pay attention to it; its after all only in the world of fantasy that we can magically torture the loathsome teachers with boils.
Potter's Reality vs. Our Reality
Take Harry Potter for example. For most of his life before going to Hogwart's School of Magic, his reality was the one of cruel mundanity, regular life of a normal human, a Muggle. Then, suddenly that reality changes as he goes off to magic school and trains to become a wizard. His reality now changes to one of magic. Our fantasy is his reality. Or is it?
Harry still has to go back to his Muggle life every school holiday, an approximate excrutiating 5 months, which is nearly half a year. So which is Harry's reality then? Life of a famous wizard, which only lasts half a year, or the other half, one of a Muggle being ill-treated at home? His reality is our fantasy, yet possibly our reality is his nightmare.
My point is this: which reality is our reality? When we are with friends, we are different from the "us" that are with our parents; the "me" in the UK for the past 3 years may be different from the "me" back home. Which is the real reality? Even my body is unsure; the weather has turned warmer, and by right, I should be pleased as I have lived in the tropics for 20 years. Yet, as I jog through the woods, my body repulses the growing humidity and yearn for a little more cool.
Why is this question important you ask? Well, it is important at harbingers of big changes in our lives. It is important at transition points in our lives don't you think? I'm so used to living independently in the UK. Now, I have to go home to, yes a reality I am familiar with, but not necessarily one that I look forward to. Yet, should I now readjust my expectations/ personality going back to Singapore? But why should I if the reality is the "me" in the UK, and any readjustment may be going against reality?
Philosophical Answer: watch Harry Potter
Wah, this is getting cheem. Reality is defined as the state of things as they really are. Perhaps ask yourself what is your reality? Who are you, really? Are you "you" because that is truly "you" or because others expect that of you?
I don't know. Perhaps watch the pentology of Harry Potter movies. Like I did.
Uncle T