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Saturday, June 02, 2007


I've never hated car horns as much as I do right now. The amount of anger residing within me has escalated beyond healthy limits. Not that I have anything against its invention. I recognise horns as a much needed device to warn people of danger and of the likes. Without it, more people might be hit by trucks, vans, cars, motorcycles, or even bicycles. (Yes, there are horns on bicycles, although it's pretty rare now.) If you look at it this way, there should be no reason to hate it, despite the loud noises it creates.

But today, at the wee hours of the morning (7am to be precise), some very, very inconsiderate people went to do the most irritating thing I've ever heard of, literally. Having had a late night the day before, I was expectant of having a good sleep, since it is the weekend, days people have come to acknowledge as being more of rest and relaxation days. But no, I was abruptly awoken by the noise of car horns. SEVEN BLOODY CARS HORNING THE SHIT OUT OF THEM! Now, I am a man who likes his sleep, especially more so when I'm fatigued by activities of yesterdays. Understand that I am not a weakling as to despise work or school for depriving my sleeping hours, as it is my responsibility to report punctually and responsibly. But these (words that I can't express due to its vulgarity) people had to horn for no good reasons. As I woke up with an intent of a murderous rampage, I looked down from my window, wondering if there might have been a jam happening at the small roads near the multi-storey carpark. But no, it was just a group of young men in their cars making lots of noise for a wedding! From what I can infer, it was some sort of greeting to indicate that the bridegroom has arrived, coming to claim his wonderful wife. I don't know whether you would think this is romantic, but I would like to say that I'm least impressed and most annoyed.

I have no idea as to whether this is a traditional act or custom, so forgive me if that is the case, but just think about it for a second. People are enjoying their slumber, and this being a HDB area, I can bet that at least 80% of the people here have had a busy night with work, outings and/or functions, all tired, in need of physical and mental rest. Imagine how they'd feel to have their rest disturbed in that manner. Don't pretend to tell me you're alright with it. Would you truly be okay with this if you were in our shoes? I don't think so. Friends who know me, please enlighten me. Is this really a tradition? Is this really something the chinese people in Singapore do? I don't know. I'm trying not to let the anger take over me, but I am seriously pissed. Please e-mail me about this. I need to know.

So I went down, and took their plate numbers. If I feel the need to complain, at least I've got the relevant information. Please, I only ask of humanity for logical courtesy. There was another Malay wedding happening near my block. At least their noise rituals were in the afternoon, when most people are already up. (Note: MOST people.) And it wasn't nearly as loud and irritating as that of the seven car horns. If this was the USA, I'd bet a massacre would have started shortly. Sigh. Another rant in such a short time. Is the world really such a hateful place now?

[In light of this, I have refrained from actually writing a 100000 word essay as to the inconsiderate acts of people here. I don't hate this place. I dislike the small handful of people that spoil it all.]

7:41 PM