My first time.
This is the first time that i am writing a blog. Guess it's a good idea, since i tend to think too much, and sometimes choose not to say it, and if i keep it to myself i may go mad. I don't know what kinds of things i will write in here. Guess it really would cover anything and everything, depending on what occupies my mind on that particular day. For today, let's start with a self-introduction.
I am a systematic person, and i think i can write well. Problem is, one of the guidelines for writing is to know what the intent is. So i ask myself, is this blog going to serve merely as an autobiography, or do i aim to let others read my blog, and hopefully revert with some comments? As in many things in my life, i have no answer. I guess, again, it depends on my mood that day.
As i was writing the second paragraph, i was struck by how slowly, and boringly, my blog is unfolding. Which makes me wonder, then, how many people would actually bother to read it? What is there to interest people who have completely no clue about me, to read something that i am writing? Maybe, as what my nick would suggest, i'd like to think that anyone who are inclined to think about thoughts, or who are interested in how a human mind processes thoughts, may well be interested in my blog. My excuse for how boring my blog seems to be unfolding is that i am, in fact, writing out the stream of cosciousness - the flow of thoughts within one's mind at every moment - that everyone goes through all the time. Our minds do not process thoughts systematically at all, and it is a fact that we jump from one thought to another.
By the way, just by way of introducing myself further, i was an English literature student in my Junior College days, and a psychology graduate having did my post-grad in the UK.
Which leads me to the thought, should i write enough on this blog that would allow friends to expose my real identity, or should i keep such factual information to a minimum so that i can continue to write in confidentiality. Difficult choice. If there is to be any semblance of reality and life in this blog, i guess i have to reveal more. And yet, if i reveal more, i will be constrained from saying the innermost thoughts and feelings about myself, some of which i obviously would not want my friends to know. Tough one which, again, i shall refrain from committing for now. My suspicion, though, is that i would soon write more and more, and if there were anyone truly interested to read on, he would no doubt be able to converge the information and conclude that it is I who is the author of this blog.
There had been a pause before i write this paragraph, as i had gone out. One of the challenges of writing where you left off earlier is, using the term i mentioned earlier, to continue on the stream of consciousness, which had been lost. In any case, one of the thoughts when i was driving just now, was that perhaps i should rename the title of this posting from 'my first time' to 'stream of consciousness', which is what i have been doing all these while. Maybe, but strangely i can't find the title of this posting for me to edit now. Sigh, perhaps 'My First Time' is the correct title after all.
Just to introduce myself further, i am in my late 20s. Is that old? The 30, 40 and 50-somethings say to me i am still young. And yet, ironically enough, they are the ones who tell their kids to call me 'uncle'. On the other hand, the younger ones in their teens and early 20s mostly call me by name or some more affectionately as 'kor', but yet they are the ones who generally see my as being older. That's an irony, isn't it? To me, it just shows that when somebody comments on whether any person is old, he makes that comment based on a comparison with his own age. That's why 30 somethings say to me i am young. But, when it comes to asking their kids to address me, i am an 'uncle' just as much as they are. There you go, the inconsistencies of human beings.
I guess i will end off my first blog here. Time for lunch, on the eve of Chinese New Year. I am a singaporean, by the way, and my brother is now home for reunion lunch, and later dinner too. I half suspect that the novelty of blogging will mean that after lunch, i might be at this again. After all, i am usually fascinated by new things, although that fascination may not last long. Oh yes, but whether i post another piece later depends on whether i am asked to form the last mahjong kaki by my dad, mum and brother. I don't gamble, but with my family, i don't mind, since 'the waters do not flow elsewhere'. Well, it's CNY after all.
I would love it if only i get comments after i come back. It's abit like how i get excited when my things on eBay or Yahoo auctions are bidded for. So, speak to me!
Ok, really gotta go now.
I am a systematic person, and i think i can write well. Problem is, one of the guidelines for writing is to know what the intent is. So i ask myself, is this blog going to serve merely as an autobiography, or do i aim to let others read my blog, and hopefully revert with some comments? As in many things in my life, i have no answer. I guess, again, it depends on my mood that day.
As i was writing the second paragraph, i was struck by how slowly, and boringly, my blog is unfolding. Which makes me wonder, then, how many people would actually bother to read it? What is there to interest people who have completely no clue about me, to read something that i am writing? Maybe, as what my nick would suggest, i'd like to think that anyone who are inclined to think about thoughts, or who are interested in how a human mind processes thoughts, may well be interested in my blog. My excuse for how boring my blog seems to be unfolding is that i am, in fact, writing out the stream of cosciousness - the flow of thoughts within one's mind at every moment - that everyone goes through all the time. Our minds do not process thoughts systematically at all, and it is a fact that we jump from one thought to another.
By the way, just by way of introducing myself further, i was an English literature student in my Junior College days, and a psychology graduate having did my post-grad in the UK.
Which leads me to the thought, should i write enough on this blog that would allow friends to expose my real identity, or should i keep such factual information to a minimum so that i can continue to write in confidentiality. Difficult choice. If there is to be any semblance of reality and life in this blog, i guess i have to reveal more. And yet, if i reveal more, i will be constrained from saying the innermost thoughts and feelings about myself, some of which i obviously would not want my friends to know. Tough one which, again, i shall refrain from committing for now. My suspicion, though, is that i would soon write more and more, and if there were anyone truly interested to read on, he would no doubt be able to converge the information and conclude that it is I who is the author of this blog.
There had been a pause before i write this paragraph, as i had gone out. One of the challenges of writing where you left off earlier is, using the term i mentioned earlier, to continue on the stream of consciousness, which had been lost. In any case, one of the thoughts when i was driving just now, was that perhaps i should rename the title of this posting from 'my first time' to 'stream of consciousness', which is what i have been doing all these while. Maybe, but strangely i can't find the title of this posting for me to edit now. Sigh, perhaps 'My First Time' is the correct title after all.
Just to introduce myself further, i am in my late 20s. Is that old? The 30, 40 and 50-somethings say to me i am still young. And yet, ironically enough, they are the ones who tell their kids to call me 'uncle'. On the other hand, the younger ones in their teens and early 20s mostly call me by name or some more affectionately as 'kor', but yet they are the ones who generally see my as being older. That's an irony, isn't it? To me, it just shows that when somebody comments on whether any person is old, he makes that comment based on a comparison with his own age. That's why 30 somethings say to me i am young. But, when it comes to asking their kids to address me, i am an 'uncle' just as much as they are. There you go, the inconsistencies of human beings.
I guess i will end off my first blog here. Time for lunch, on the eve of Chinese New Year. I am a singaporean, by the way, and my brother is now home for reunion lunch, and later dinner too. I half suspect that the novelty of blogging will mean that after lunch, i might be at this again. After all, i am usually fascinated by new things, although that fascination may not last long. Oh yes, but whether i post another piece later depends on whether i am asked to form the last mahjong kaki by my dad, mum and brother. I don't gamble, but with my family, i don't mind, since 'the waters do not flow elsewhere'. Well, it's CNY after all.
I would love it if only i get comments after i come back. It's abit like how i get excited when my things on eBay or Yahoo auctions are bidded for. So, speak to me!
Ok, really gotta go now.
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