No pink vespa =(
Turns out that ben was lying about JM and his pink vespa.
I kinda expected it la.. pity though, I really wanted it to be true! Haha. So I can post pictures of JM looking poofy with a pink vespa on my blog.
But I'll settle for this:
Hahahaha so pretty right!
Suck it, ben =p
Update: Louis was very amused by this whole pink vespa fiasco, so he has transcribed the entire MSN conversation between me and ben here (I'm not usually so vulgar by the way, my use of profanity in the conversation highlights how shocked I was at what ben was telling me). And he also did an absolutely hilarious pic of JM wearing a Sky Captain helmet with his pink vespa! Check it out! Haha.. he censored JM's face though.. such a nice guy. Unlike me. HAHAHAHA!!!
I think about the complications
I can't get to sleep. Cue Colin Hay's Overkill.
Late night is the best time for thinking.. I find my thoughts run clearer, smoother. Less inhibition under the cover of darkness. (I'm talking about mental blocks la. Although actually come to think of it I don't know how some ppl can be intimate in painfully bright light. Doesn't it kill your mood? Nevermind.)
Y'know, I find when you're trying to think, the best thing to listen to is soft acoustic rock. Like Dashboard Confessionals. Not too upbeat to annoy you, not too slow to drag you down. Pleasantly generic.
(Okay la I know my taste in music is not very cool and pretty passe. Whatever la huh.)
You should never listen to something really good when you're trying to think, study, or do anything productive. You'll just get distracted and start following the song, tapping out a beat, singing along or something.
No particular reason for this link. Just thought it was interesting.
EH! JM! Ben just told me you ride a pink Vespa! With a World War I fighter-pilot Sky Captain type helmet complete with massive goggles. Thats damn gay! I'm gonna take loadsa photos of you on your poofmobile man, then show your kids when they grow up and embarass them. Haha.
Well. Anyway, I can't sleep.
Probably something to do with the fact that I napped from 6-8pm. Was tired la, cos slept last night and woke early (for me) this morning.
Been thinking a lot though, about a whole load of crap. Like working out the numbers on a car purchase and how its going to burden me when I saddle the loan (answer = a lot). Or worrying about parental, and general, mortality (too scary to think about for long).
Okay its too late at night to think about depressing stuff. I'm liable to start drowning my sorrows in my extensive (as well as extensively untouched) liquor collection. Confession: I do sneak shots from time to time when I'm feeling low. I hope this doesn't mean I'm becoming an alcholic.
Hmm. My name is Junda. Well actually "Jun Da", with the space. But anyway. Apparently, Junda has some sort of African heritage. And it also means "Young" in ancient Goth (is that a language?). And its the name of a Lithuanian/Latvian war goddess. And its also the Japanese translated name of the last disciple of Buddha. Well well well. Isn't etymology interesting?
When people blog, they write (obviously) about vastly different subjects. I read quite a number of blogs today. I'm always pretty impressed by people who can blog lengthy passionate diatribes about current events that I personally don't really give a rat's ass about. For example, the recent A*star/acidsomething conflict. You know, that scholar dude. Maybe his blognick is acidpuke or acidreflux or something, I don't know what. Inconsequential anyway.
Point is, so many blogs (including many people I know) had entries about the length of my entire blog, or possibly the Constitution of Singapore (I assume we have one), about that conflict. And many of them weren't even scholars, let alone affiliated to A*star. I'm not talking about a few short paragraphs, here. I'm talking EMOTIONAL writing complete with LOTS OF CAPS and pseudo-freudian analyses of Philip Yeo and acidchicken. Granted, many of them were incoherent and basically encompassed the viewpoints of FUCK YOU or FUCK BOTH OF YOU or FUCK THE WORLD over and over again. But the point is, these people really CARE.
I don't deny that I found the whole thing pretty interesting, amusing even. But enough to want to write a novella on it? I'd rather pluck my eyebrows la.
I wonder what its like to feel so passionately about something that doesn't affect you. I mean, its not like supporting a sports team or idolising a musician. Its like politics, man. Its all muddy as hell to me.
Maybe I'm just thick or shallow or something, but I just don't get it.
I suspect the people I'm talking about, if they ever come across my blog (which I doubt, considering I refuse to be linked to), would consider apathetic buggers like me to be the death of society. Well, I honestly do admire the fact that you're taking such a strong stand, and like Voltaire, I'll defend your right to take it.
I just personally don't give a shit la. So I find reading those blogs painfully boring. I'd rather derive vicarious pleasure (or even Schadenfreude heh) from reading blogs of people with more interesting lives than mine (read: nearly anyone). Especially blogs of pretty girls who post loads of pictures. Haha I sound like a chikopek.
Well, whatever la. All guys are pervs, anyway.
P.S. Hmm this post was totally not the post I intended to write. Initially I was planning to write about why people blog (e.g. to entertain themselves, to gain exposure, or to generate envy haha), but as usual I got carried away and started rambling. Oh well. Speaking of rambling. Does it annoy anyone else that China is called China? Or that the race is called Chinese? If I ruled the world I'd rename China to, I dunno, Maozedongland or something. Then, I'd consolidate all the predominantly caucasian countries into one country and call it Caucasia. Lets see how they like it then.
P.P.S. Rambling led me to think of travelling. And I just came back from Macau, China. Hence I started thinking about China. Just in case you were wondering about my thought process la.
P.P.P.S. By the way I'm not putting down China, or anything like that. I'm just irritated at the double meaning, y'know. The same thing goes for Indian Indians, Korean Koreans, Japanese Japanese, any race which can also be a nationality. I just find it annoying la. For that matter, whats caucasian anyway? Are Nordics, Mediterranians and Alpines all considered caucasian? Aiyah I realise this is all just a messy, touchy, controversial issue la. I just wish that nationality and race could remain seperate. I mean, nationality matters la but I don't really think race does.
Catharsis is a big word
A friend once told me she blogs as a form of catharsis. I nodded sagely and agreed with her.
Then I went home to check the dictionary to see what the hell catharsis means:
ca·thar·sis Pronunciation Key (k-thärss)
n. pl. ca·thar·ses (-sz)
1. Medicine. Purgation, especially for the digestive system.
2. A purifying or figurative cleansing of the emotions, especially pity and fear, described by Aristotle as an effect of tragic drama on its audience.
3. A release of emotional tension, as after an overwhelming experience, that restores or refreshes the spirit.
4. Psychology.
a. A technique used to relieve tension and anxiety by bringing repressed feelings and fears to consciousness.
b. The therapeutic result of this process; abreaction.
[New Latin, from Greek katharsis, from kathairein, to purge, from katharos, pure.]
Well.. hmm. I suppose I don't really treat blogging as a "release of emotional tension".. I have my music for that. I suppose to some extent a big reason i blog is to keep certain friends in the know with whats happening in my life.. But I find it hard to make it a habit la.
I find I usually only feel like blogging when I'm super sian.. like now, for instance. I just came back from Fay's birthday party, which was good fun, hanging out with friends and all that. Didn't go for her after-party at Altivo though, cos I didn't really have anyone to go with la, as usual. And I came home to an empty house (aside from the sleeping maid and kids la).. My brother and sis-in-law out at some event or other, my parents apparently at some karaoke bar a relative just set up..
My parents are cooler than me! Alamak.
Haha but seriously. Its not like I even really enjoy the clubbing/pubbing/drinking scene anyway.
I don't wanna be anything other than
What I've been trying to be lately
All I've got to do is think of me
And I have peace of mind
I'm tired of looking round rooms wondering what I gotta do
Or who I'm supposed to be
I don't wanna be anything other than me
I don't deny if I'm successful in the future (as i sincerely hope to be), and financially capable of living the high life, I probably would. Dress well, eat well, drive a sweet ride, dating fast women (heh), vacationing at hotspots like Ibiza with my happening friends.. Probably get carried away doing all that too.
But I think the real me sits on a grassy riverbank with a book and a guitar.. then the mates arrive and we fish for a couple of hours.. then i bring home the fish to the missus, we cook a good fresh dinner together, and then snuggle in front of the tv till late..
I guess we'll see.
Back in a week
Hmm. Haven't blogged in awhile. Lazy la. Or you might prefer to think of it as having no life so nothing to write haha. Anyway. Flying off to macau in about 6 hrs. Back in a week or so. Ciao!
