Just one of the things I love about smart phones - integration - which allows one to blog about the horrid behaviours one encounters on train.

Am on a train to Ulu Ulu right now in a quiet carriage. We chose a quiet carriage because I hate yabbering, people with shrieking voices on cell phones; generally people in their 20s travelling in packs. What I didn’t expect was a pack of 9 late 40s/early 50s reminscing their lost youth, making a whole lot of noise. So fire with fire, we played music off the mobile phone in the face of a ‘quiet zone’ sign. A woman came over to our seats, pointed to the ‘quiet zone’ sign above. I retorted that her pack of 9 was making a lot more noise yabbering away. She said that if they kept quiet we should stop listening our music. I said sure (I like quiet train rides).She didn’t keep her end of the bargain so we turned our tunes on again.

A lone man in his 50s stormed over and demanded that we turn it off. We said that the pack of 9 was making more noise than we were. He was furious and said that the quiet zone didn’t apply to people talking. Interestingly, pack of 9 turned on him, said that it applied to talking and instant lowered their voices. The Old Lonely Man walked back to his seat.

My dad says that all of us view the world through our own tinted glasses. We don’t think we would be stolen from if the desire for our neighbour’s belongings hadn’t first entered our thoughts.

I think people are intrinsicly bad; living together in society forces people to be ‘good.’ Increasingly, I don’t think people are ‘good’ at all. Is that sad? Sometimes I think it’s sad that I’ve got a lifetime of cynicism stored up in my years so far.

I’m going to Ulu Ulu today and I’m not a happy trooper.