Better a witty fool than a foolish wit

Person unnamed: Your brain cell is lonely.

Me: At least it's one more than what you've got.

*Silence ensues*

Me: You just got burned.

Person unnamed: Shut up.

Existential crises and the boy

Perhaps one thinks happiness is derived not from knowing, but realising that contentment can only be gained from numbing the senses already conscious to the other elements at work. Perhaps if one found pleasure in the tangible present and attached to it intrinsic values, one would not be remised to look to the past for answers pertaining to existential queries. Perhaps one ought to realise that such a thing could only serve as a medium for experiential melancholy. Perhaps one feels bereft of meaning that one chooses to wallow in such a state.

When one allows oneself to be self-aware, one almost certainly loses touch with the conventional social construct. Existential contentment is not without sacrifice, yet it is this consciousness of being that pulls one away from the genetic imperative that is the essential human experience.

Perhaps if one bothers to venture into thought about existence, one would wonder.

What would Socrates say?

I accidentally hit my right hand against the counter top and it suddenly dawned on me that if I were to lose my hand(s), it would suck so bad (obvious moment #1). I mean, seriously, it'd be devastating considering I use my hands for a lot of things (obvious moment #2): tennis, basketball, squash and writing; these things define part of my identity. Also, I use those very hands to eat, to run my fingers through my soft silky hair, to feel my firm buttocks clench, to give myself a hug 'cos no one wants to give me one, to cook my delicious warm potato salad, to play NBA Live on PS2 and thrash my friends, and to draw sketches of beautiful strangers who walk past me while I sit on the park bench. Damn, it would suck to lose my hands (obvious moment #3).

Then another scenario played in my head. What if the Devil were to appear before my eyes and tell me that he's gonna take away either my hands or my legs, letting me decide which body part to keep. My legs? Or my hands? Or maybe I could just ask him to forgo the dilemmatic question and just give me Thor's hammer in exchange for my soul? Which to choose? Without legs, I can't run and I can't enjoy long walks in the park or even short walks for that matter (obvious moment #4). If such an incredulous thing does happen though, I'd have to put my foot down (pun #1). Although if it was a choice between my hands and my near-useless appendix, I'd choose my hands, hands down (pun #2). Maybe I ought not to give such stupid suggestions to the Devil. I'd have to watch what I say; I wouldn't wanna put my foot in my mouth (pun #3). Someone hand me a trophy, I'm on fire! HAHAHAHAHA!

So I concluded the very irrelevant train of thought with this: I like my hands and legs; I need my hands and legs (obvious moment #5). Philosophers would marvel at my thought processes.

A 10-second interview with Rooshdee

I'd be nothing if it weren't for...
MY AWESOMENESS!

Which side is your good side?
Both, 'cos I'm made of AWESOME!

If you were famous, what would you be famous for?
For being AWESOME!

What are three words that sum you up?
MADE OF AWESOME!

When they write my obituary, I hope they mention...
That... I'm... AWESOME!

I don't get mad. I get...
AWESOME!

Facebook quizzes are so revealing, aren't they? ;D

Omgawd, I can see music in the air... It's so colorful

This night has been epiphanous! Realisations about psychoanalysis and social constructs are hitting me like Wayne Gretzky hits the puck. Is it a coincidence that prior to these awesome epiphanies, I downed two pills of chlorpheniramine? Wait, is there weed in chlorpheniramine? d-_-b

"TAKE 1 TABLET(S) 3 TIMES A DAY AS NEEDED. May be taken with or without food. May cause drowsiness, caution if driving."

Shit, I better lie down...

add (5.07am): I am sleepy as heck, but I musn't go to sleep yet; all the awesomest ideas in my head might disappear when I sleep. The ideas that are coming are AWESOME! Hmm, should I do weed? What's the law on weed consumption like in Singapore? Is the Law Bar Association even aware of the existence of weed? Do I know anyone who does weed? Wait, James Blunt's music is so awesome. Does HE smoke weed? I bet Pachelbel does it too! That's why their music is so AWESOME! 'Cos they do weed! I should do weed too man! AWESOME!

The definition of myself and the consciousness of my being

Like the sands in the hourglass, these are the days of our lives

Thanks to Mark, I'm surfing Youtube for Power Rangers videos. And apparently, YOU have the Dragonzord AND the Megazord AND Tor the Shuttlezord. *Envious glare* Lucky little twit you are.

When I was a kid, I didn't get anything like that. All I got on my third birthday was a violin and a Japanese language dictionary. And for the subsequent birthdays, I got a different colored necktie each year. Explains a lot doesn't it? So I, at my adolescent/adult stage, have LOADS to catch up on. And it just so happens I can do all that with the power of technology at my adolescent and immature fingertips. I have downloaded Digimon seasons 1 and 2, SpongeBob Squarepants seasons 1 to 4, Cardcaptor Sakura seasons 1 to 3, Beyblade seasons 1 to 3, and every Pokemon game out there! BOO YAH! Oh, I also happen to have the first season of Pokemon and the first 5 movies on DVD. My clairvoyant eyes foresee a busy week ahead. Juggling the A-Level syllabus and watching cartoons is gonna drain me surely, but I am mentally prepared; 'cos I was born for this. (Also, if anyone has a link to any Powerpuff Girls episodes, could you gimme a holler or something? I'd reaaaaallly appreciate it.)

My childish behaviour is TOTALLY justified now. Look at me with adult disapproval, I don't care. Also, I'm gonna consume a lot of estrogen pills to try my best and halt puberty, or at least slow it down until I get my childhood back.

One point to the Rooshter

Me: Well, at least you have a gun now, no?

Friend (full-time NS man): No, no live range yet. Fired blanks today. Fun shit.

Me: Well, you should be used to firing blanks by now. OOOH YEAAH! Hahaha.

The deserted island game

5 movies you'd bring to a deserted island:
1. A Good Year
2. Serendipity
3. Ocean's Eleven
4. The History Boys
5. The Diving Bell and the Butterfly

5 books you'd bring to a deserted island:
1. Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets
2. Martin Cohen's 101 Philosophy Problems
3. Dr Seuss' Green Eggs and Ham
4. Charles Bukowski's South of No North
5. The Kahlil Gibran Reader

5 albums you'd bring to a deserted island:
1. Vivaldi's Four Seasons
2. James Blunt's Back to Bedlam
3. The Temptation's The Temptations Sing Smokey
4. Death Cab's Plans
5. The Beatles Anthology

5 games you'd bring to a deserted island:
1. NBA 2K8
2. Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone
3. The Bully
4. WWE SmackDown! Shut Your Mouth
5. Crash Bandicoot Racing

1 random stuff you'd bring to a deserted island:
A violin, definitely!

Why I am single

Me: Okay, if BJ is short for blowjob, what's LC then?

Girl: You don't know? It's something you have, and I don't.

Me: Uhhh... You mean... Brains?

Angry girl walks off.

Memoirs of a gay sia!

I have gay friends. Seriously, I think I'm the straightest in the bunch. Vernon likes asking me out while we play basketball. Zack likes hugging me in public. And I don't mind it since he has a lean and sculpted body. Shoot, they're getting to me. I'm getting gayer by the minute.

And the gayest thing we've done as a group: play tag at the Raffles City shopping mall on a crowded Saturday evening. Yes, we did. 6 grown men tagging each other. It doesn't get any gayer than that. And here I thought I was the childish one.

Oh, and to cap off a regular day with the guys, I overdosed on 9 donuts.

Quote of the day from Vernon:
in response to seeing me do an ad-libbed breakdance move after I fell trying to grab the ball, he exclaims, "Hey! Rooshdee can breakdance! We should hang out sia!"

Spongebob and Patrick and Metaphysics

The episode where Spongebob and Patrick think they're on the moon, when they're actually still in Bikini Bottom.Spongebob: Can't you see this is all a trick? The aliens are projecting our memories onto the environment. They're trying to confuse us, Patrick.

Patrick: So you mean to say they've taken what we thought we think and make us think we thought our thoughts we've been thinking are thoughts we think we thought... I think.

The greener grass is for females only

I heard there's this job that pays $35/hr for girls. Some job at some outlet selling ice-cream or something? I think it's at Sentosa? Damn, I can't remember the darn details. I only remember you gotta be willing to wear a bikini and be able to rollerblade. I tried applying anyway, but as foreseen, I got rejected. I suppose it's 'cos I can't rollerblade. *Laughs ridiculously*

Eurgh, can you really imagine me in a two-piece? God forbid!

Randomness comes to me randomly, like pineapple on pizza

Today's basketball session began pleasantly, only for it to end in annoying disappointment. Within the first three minutes, I made two baskets. Sweeeeeeet! But a minor tussle in the next minute left my right thumb hurting like a frickin' cracker! A cracker! What the fudge am I supposed to do with four fingers? Play a game of "chopsticks"? Balling with four fingers on your dominant hand blows big time. The only consolation I got from this: I didn't get butt cramps after the game.

And on an unrelated note, Nadal's gonna displace Federer as the new number 1. Numero uno. Big dawg. Well then, a seismic shift of dominance in the world of tennis. I don't think I'd have to worry too much about Federer beating my all-time favorite Sampras' record of 14 Grand Slams.

ARGH!!!!! MY THUMB! IT HURTS! OMGAWD!!! GOD JUST TAKE ME NOW! IT HURTS SO BAD! How am I supposed to play tennis now?! Hmm, maybe I could tape my hand to the racquet. That might work.