so (i like beginning with "so") there i was on the train on the way to work one day, when this secondary school boy plops into the empty seat next to me.
how did i know he was next to me? besides the obvious capability i possess lovingly nicknamed "peripheral vision", i was also treated to an audio extravaganza of BAD TECHNO+R&B SOUNDING NOISE. i will not dignify it by calling it music. schmolly, it's bloody 5.40am!
how did this extravaganza infiltrate my creativezen earphones? well, firstly, i don't listen to my music like i'm freakin' aurally-impaired. i, me, self-proclaimed President of the Association of Hedonistic Singapore, now declare that i am able to hear sounds that come from the environment even when i've got my earphones on and the music is playing. this is because:
a) it is unsafe to cross roads and walk around when you cannot hear ambient sound.
b) i don't have the cash to buy noise-cancelling ear/headphones, therefore allowing sound to pass through and out of my earphones (but because I keep it from blaring out, no one else gets to indulge in my music).
c) did i mention the fact that i don't listen to my music at a level which permits my eardrums to subsequently bleed?
so. back to the topic at hand, i am merely ranting to myself about the sad fact that there is a disease that afflicts a proportion of the nation - engulfing them in a plague that causes them to desire the affection and utmost appreciation of their fellow man through the blaring of music, both whilst listening to it through the earphones, as well as using the bloody loudspeaker functions of their mobile phone.
which is another thing i do not get. does one intentionally listen to that repetitive crap at such a loud volume because one feels the need to help the rest of us broaden our musical horizons? or does one merely feel that the loudness of one's techno+R&B beats would somehow help the rest of us bestow a sense of awe and worship upon thee most revered self?
BECAUSE I DON'T FUCKING LIKE THE MUSIC YOU'RE PLAYING AND I DON'T REALLY NEED TO LEARN THAT YOU'RE LISTENING TO CRAP LIKE THAT ALL DAY. nor do i need a heavy bass beat with odd rhythm. honestly, keep your music to yourself.
oh, and those retarded people with MP3 phones - ARE YOU BLIND AND RETARDED? CAUSE THAT'S THE ONLY WAY YOU CAN POSSIBLY IGNORE THE PLEAS/IRRITATED FACES STARING AT YOU FROM ALL CORNERS OF THE TRAIN, without feeling any sense of shame.
yeah, so that's my take on the issue. any idiot who dares to even use the word "relax" on me at this point is really asking for it. because i am relaxed. i just type this way. deal with it, but i know you'll just continue reading anyway. heh.