Just returned from a luncheon at KFC with Wei Qi and Tian Yi =D

Food and all was quite ok...staff was helpful, esp. when Wie Qi spilled a drink.

However, I have something to rant about.

WHAT'S WITH ADULTS AND THEIR OBESSION WITH QUIET?

Seriously, what is so nice about quiet? I know that at night when you REALLY WANNA SLEEP and that termagent downstairs keeps yakking on the phone, or when the neighbours bloody dogs bark, you feel annoyed, but what's wrong with noise in the day?

You don't see the law imposing sound limits on construction workers in the day (with exception when they carry out work in residential areas), you don't see shoppers grousing about the traffic when they mill through the crowds (because they're complaining about the price hike in everything except their salaries), and you don't see people complaining about the tired wheeze the bus makes every time it stops.

Ok, I was wrong on the last count. You do see people complaining about the noise in newspapers.

Which brings me to the next point.

Why do people love to complain? (P.S. This blog isan exception because it is DISCURSIVE, infromal writing).

I hear people complaining about the length of my entries and minute grammar mistakes again. I digress.

Anyway, Singaporeans complain about almost EVERYTHING. If a restaurant is noisy, they say it has bad ambeience, it it is quiet, they think that business is bad. If there's an ERP price hike, they complain, sitting behing monitors like the cowards they are, if there is NO price hike, they complain because the taxes are too high, or the highways too congested. If the students are quiet, they complain that students are uncreative and timid, 'scared' to ask questions to broaden their horizons, if the students are discussing, they complain that the students are quiet, obnoxious, rude, and every other name under the #$^@ sun.

What is people's obession with quiet? Why do they like it so much? Is it even wrong to breathe a word on the MRT or bus? Is it wrong to chatter in fast food restaurants? Is it wrong to talk to each other (in normal tones, NOT SHOUTING) on the bus? Is it wrong when you are down with flu, and your lungs are suffering miserably, and you have to release a cough in a restaurant?

The guy in pink shirt sitting next to us in a restaurant (who, according to Tian Yi and Wei Qi, was shooting looks at my nametag when I talked (albeit loudly, I do get too emotional sometimes) ). He was sitting with his female co-worker/ fiance/ wife/ mistress/ whatever eating his meal for more than half an hour.

Judging from the speed in which he ate his food, I gathered that he probably is not employed (or if he is, he's on a day off). He wasn't rich, from the looks of his pink Giodarno shirt (which is currently on sale on a neligible price), his no-name brand spectacles (outdated) and an absence of luxury watch (or a watch in general). I didn't see what shoes he was wearing, but from his posture and the way he ate (elbows on table) he probably isn't very refined. He, however, has an ego exceeding his flab overflowing out at his pinched black belt.

All I have to say is this:-

1) This is a public restaurant. You can't demand absolute quiet as patrons dine. If you're too poor to afford a formal lunch at your luxurious manor or Shangri-La or the Continential, don't fucking complain about the ambience and sneak looks at offending students to get their names. (Besdies, at fien restaurants you also have tai-tais in their gewgaws and chatter and the clank of forks and spoons).

Poor, poor bastard.

2) Don't be a coward. Got a problem? Say it, or tell us POLITELY to lower our voices instead of unscruplously sneaking looks at nametags, or taking photos of us with handphones. You think have the power to complain? Where are your manners? Do you know it's not considered polite to take photos of people without their permission? It is not even ethical to go behind others' backs to get what you want. Oh wait. You probably don't have any, because you were brought up in a school where discipline over logic rules supreme, and no one has ever taught you how to look differently and see things people cannot see. You were taught to bow obediently, and lick butts when you have to in order to survive, and not to do something about things you don't like. You were brought up in a world where humans step on each other's heads and bite the hands that feed them in order to get what you want.

Poor, poor bastard. You earn my pity.

3) If you don't like somthing, it makes sense to hurry up and get the hell out of here, not stay there as long as possible and wait for your nemesis to go.

4) Want quiet? Don't venture out! Stay at home and be a social pariah! Let social alienation begin! Even better, go to a) a restaurant in a lousy location with lackluster food or b) a cemetry if you want quiet.

5) Don't judge if you don't want to be judged. Others can judge you more harshly by superficial appearance. So you think that just by being older, you are better in every way than a nine year old child who got into cambridge. "She's just a child," you say. (Not that I am in cambridge, it's an example.) "Children do not understand the complicated world of adults.) Let me tell you this: I know about equity, business terms, U.S. elections, oil prices and the impact Bei Jing Olympics will have on the economy. I observe quietly for now, because I know someday I will atke over, and I will have to be fully prepared to take over. I look at the financial mistakes people make noe, and make notes about it. I may be young, but dom;t underestimate me. We young people will one day prove that we are better than you.

Furthermore, it is not the adult world that is complicated, it is the human heart which take things into account and makes things complicated. If not for politicians hogging excess harvest, Africa may have food to feed their hungry. If not for the short-sightedness of our governments when rice was abundant, we would not be suffering from a near epidemic and bred new strains of rice which are more durable. Remeber, it is not money itself that is evil, it is the desire for it that it evil. It is not that pornography is bad, it is how we look at it and use it which is bad. Think about it this way: If nude art can be appreciated, why not pornography? It is the beauty of nature, our bodies, the curves and insides which makes Biology interesting. Everything on this Earth was wonderful, adn is still wonderful, only our minds have tarnished it.

In conclusion to this super long entry:

I have lost all faith in humankind. Until they can prove their worth to me.

P.S. Your opinion is yours after all. If you call me a bitch, so be it. If you choose to clam up your minds and not think (after all, the tian guo dynasty failed because the commoners do not think very much and rebelled against the emperor, causing them to be driven even further into poverty ) that's up to you. I have realised that only those with free minds think, and those with occupied minds cannot, with the sake of their lives, think beyond the four walls of human greed and need.