"Wasn't writing a kind of soaring, an achievable form of flight, of fancy, of the imagination?"

the constant use of instant messaging and facebook has really impeded my ability to write coherently.

i can barely formulate a paragraph or an argument without the intrusion of another thought or another idea. self-evidently, my best friends are sentences and fragments. i am concise when i want to, no, need to be verbose. i am vague even cryptic when what i need is incision and clarity. i need logic not a meandering stream of consciousness. 

i probably should start on theses, analysis, reasoning and stop indulging in that distant, blurry fiction, in rhymes and metaphors and words.

how better to start sharpening the mind than letting go of the messy soft tissue that is the heart.

brcc is a painful way to ord.

is it better to acquiesce or to confront? is victory always glorious, defeat always disgraceful? the tyranny of one or the anarchy of many?

i wish i could take a stand. but when the heart and the mind do battle, neither ever win.

4 seasons of black adder, 3 movies, 2 Vonneguts and a little bit of Phillip Roth. what a way to spend a week. i might as well be a professional hermit.

in the words of john mayer:

it might be a quarter life crisis
or just a stirring in my soul

watching CNA about UK's elections has made me realise the detriment of being cooped up in PLC for 5 whole days.

another 40 odd hours
another 20 odd kilograms
another 60 odd kilometers (ok maybe 70)

i can't believe i did longwalk again.

3 more weeks till brcc's over.
hopefully the road ahead won't be as painful.

From the freezing winters of Scandinavia they come and melt our steel hearts with their warm croons and breezy melodies which even the hot tropical summer of Singapore can't thaw.

i'm glad i was at the esplanade concert hall that night.

how does m. night shyamalan go from this



to THIS?!


and i thought the village was bad enough