Jolly Folly, Mighty Morphin'

It's funny this addiction with food. You decide to go hungry for a bit so that you could settle for a huge meal, then you go on and reach your limit. Then unwittingly, you somehow decide to go beyond this limit, either because you know that it's going to take some time before you become full again (highly unlikely) or you are just insecure (not really!).

Now I'm in one of those modes, sitting and wondering why I actually ate so much, trying to reign back a desire to devour everything in sight, but at a time too late.

Sumiko Tan is an amazing columnist and reading her Sunday Times articles is a pleasure. Today, her column mooted the case against the use of complicated names for newborns. Extremely incisive, candid and Sumiko-esque. I like how she argued her preference of Marc to Mark, Stephen to Steven and Bryan to Brian, for tweaking these names slightly added "a gloss of suavity". Everyday things pieced from scrambles to completeness and beautiful completeness.

Posted by Brandon at Sunday, November 19, 2006 | Permalink

This tagboard is giving me problems which I find hard to resolve. Why is there suddenly a need for a password?

It's been a while since I updated. I've been really busy, don't know with what, things have just gone on and on. Every week's like a syllable of a long word of a convulated statement of a paragraph of an essay of a dissertation blahblah. Not exactly monotonous, not exactly bursting with flavour. Just right, could have more, or could wish for less.

Life's very very comfortable in fact. With SAFTI MI's resort-like features (banyan trees, exuberant trees that sprinkle flowers along the roads a la fantastical gardens in springtime Korea, 2 per room concept, red bricks, labelled carparks, pool, tennis court, motel structures), dynamic programme (barbecue session, nights out, happy hour beer galore, free time all in a week) and many perks, it's hard to imagine how things have taken for a turn since Tekong days. Officer training IS tough, but when there's slack, there's really so much, your pants might not hold.

I miss writing, because there's this therapeutic quality to it, as you manoeuvre that pen on a sheet of paper. Like filling an empty cup with water, or adding substance to a blank slate. I miss expressing myself in the ways I used to do, write essays, act, move, laugh, jump. Now, it's all walk, sit, move, march. To be blunt, there's not much of a life to speak of now, it feels funny inside. Hollowish and churning like an empty washing machine.

Perhaps it's time to go back to school. I need to study to get a life. To get some vibrance and to work on this vibrance to get more vibrance, instead of working on dullness to bring hollow vibrance.

How's everybody? My tagboard's down :p.

Posted by Brandon at Saturday, November 18, 2006 | Permalink