I am enjoying the beautiful feeling of being all alone in the office. There's complete silence. Well, save for the clickety-click of my fingers running all over the keyboard. Oh, and the weird Chinese music that someone has left playing. But other than that, the beautiful sound of silence. Maybe I should just lock everybody out of the office so I can enjoy this peace and quiet a little while longer. It's a wonder what that 20 minutes of pure golden silence did for me. My tulmutous heart rate has quietened down somehow, and I think my blood pressure brought on by this morning's incident should have receeded a little. I feel more in control of my emotions and my temper. I think 30 minutes of silence a day, really does keep insanity away.
Silence is a rare commodity nowadays, and it's worth its weight in gold. Reaching home after a long noisy day at work, with all the tele-conferences and meetings, briefings and vulgarities assailing my pooe ears, I really just want some quiet, a rest for my poor overworked ears. But there's the TV going on at full-pitch, and the hifi on somewhere else, and the PC computer game is happening at full blast; the next door neighbour's are fighting at the top of their voices, and the neighbours on the other side are making weird groaning noises and panting heavily. Arghhh!!! Why me?!
My fantasy house should be sound-proofed to block out all noise pollution. Never mind about leaving the windows open to hear the sound of birds' chirping and to hear the sound of the leaves rustling in the gentle breeze; we'll more than likely hear the crows' jarring croaks, and the sound of exhaust gas being blown out of choked and clogged exhaust pipes more than anything else, living in urban Singapore. Ha! Maybe silence will be such a rare commodity, I can rent out a sound-proof room, in 15-minute blocks, for exorbitant prices. *Evil laugh*
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