Tagged Basketball Eggs and Window Panes

I was reading the new blog I've upated on my blogroll and I realise that this girl has some game going on. Anyways here's a Greeting to Shyan. Hi!

Then I saw who got tagged to play the blog game, n phew my name's not inside. Shortly and a link after I found that one of her tagged friends has tagged me.

Holy Guitar!

Damn. Here's the deal:

Rules: Each player of the game starts off by writing 6 weird things about themselves before choosing another 6 of their friends to "sabo". People who get tagged needs to write in a blog on their own, 6 weird things about themselves and state the rules clearly.

Here goes.

1) I'm allergic to coffee. It's like one cup of Kopi Gao and the next moment heartbeat increases, my body's gone cold and stale, my mind's so sensitive to what everyone else says and does. These days, I take tea. With no milk.

2) I hear sounds within me. Not so much as true schizophrenia... rather conscious schizonphrenia. It works like... when I think of something, to say or do or just think, there's usually an opposite idea that appears to help me, hopefully evaluate what I'm thinking.

Scary right?

3) Contrary to the normal social profile of a young man in Singapore, my rebellious era (or stage or period or time or whatver lah!) is now, in the present moment.

4) I'm obsessed with maintaining a rough, husky, rocky-textured singing voice. Call it a result of a preferred cultural influence.

5) I have a thing for un-threatening-looking girls who can play the hot electric guitar in a threatening manner like there's no one in the world who can stop them from doing what they do.

My first pickup line will be, I've got a guitar problem. It's dying unless it gets close to you. Can you revive it for me?

6) The last thing about me. What should I write? I think but I'd rather sleep, I write but rather speak, I sing but rather strum, I strum but rather pick, I pick but'd rather throw the guitar away.

6 people to sabo. The rules are the same... Except that now instead of 6, it's 8 things about yourself. Still 6 people.

First on my list Chang
2nd but not least Miss Poh
3rd not to be missed Junhong
4th don't clench ur fist Sean
5th please don't go east Darryl
6th always on a jelly feast Jalea

Yeah lame lah.





Onto blog proper!! Long time since I ever played basketball, on the hardcourt, with an Incredible hulk, the Flash, wonder women who somehow became shorter, and a blond-brown hair girl with powerful lungs.

POWER!!!!

As usual I stand underneath the net lah... Haiz if there's one thing I'd ever learn about playing basketball, it's that I can't stop myself from hurting people. Maybe it's a sadistic facet of my mutlipersonalitic mind that gets liberated on postmodernist influences and multiculturalist tendencies and appears whenever I play basketball.

I pity the girls. I wonder if they ever felt threatened by my clumsiness. Then again I'd pity myself more because half the time I was wondering if I'd do some stupid action and make myself look silly among the pros. Then again all I ever would do was to collect the ball.

This morning when I woke up, breakfast was eggs and panes. I can't hold my chords properly, every movement is a torture, to get out of bed and move was physically handicapping, everything about my body just sucked.

Gosh.

How am I going to pursue the recording of the phenomenonally greatest song of the century that has yet to make a public appearance on our musically-stale planet???


Howdy.