Silence Of The Lift

There seems to be some unspoken rules regarding public enclosed spaces. People tend not to talk in lifts or stop talking suddenly when they are entering lifts. I could understand why some people are uncomfortable chatting in the washroom while they are engaging some private limited business. It's kind of a personal thing. But what about lifts? Are there any privacy needs in the lifts?



There's tilting of the head to stare at the LED (I'm not emphasizing led, it's an acronym and acronym in small caps might be unreadable) panel as if it's the most miraculous creation, that not only tells us which floor we're at but also gives us some neck exercise. There's also tilting of the head to examine the beautiful inscriptions of the floor which gives insight of the unforseeable future. Maybe these things require tentamount concentration and the slightest distraction would spoil it. Generally i prefer looking at pretty gals, if there are any sharing the lift.



So what makes it so hard to continue chatting in a lift? Probably the fact that no one else would be talking in the lift, and thus everyone is all ears to what you have to say. I guess people feel kind of intimitated when people are giving them complete attention to what they are saying, despite said people could possibly have absolutely no idea what you're talking about. But then no one is stoopid in this world. Believe that. So despite not knowing thge head and tail of your conversation, they would still be able to figure out what what the topic might be.



But even if they do know what you're talking about, if you are not talking about anything confidential, why would they care? It's not like they are gonna start asking questions or start giving you a lecture on why you're wrong.



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I used the word 'bittersweet' many posts back. Bittersweet is the kind of word that contains alot of meaning, yet when asked to give an explanation, you find that you're lacking one. How can anything be both bitter and sweet? If ya want an analogy of bittersweet, read xiaxue's blog. Her posts are rather humorous, but when her posts goes against one of my own opinions, the sting is quite sharp. But despite hating some of the words she has to say, i still love her blog for being so funny. There you go, love and hate all in one sentence and all about the same thing, my analogy of bittersweet.



There are also a number of other links on the right. One if them is to icegalaxia's blog. Her blog is rather metaphorical (read hers to understand what a metaphor is) with the occassional tumble back down to earth post.

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Speaking of lifts, i have to rant about the lifts at my office. They are the dumbest fuzzy logic to have ever existed in the world. If i am at the first floor (ground floor for non-singaporeans), why do i have to wait for lift number one to come down from the eighth floor when lift number two is at the second floor, not moving or doing anything (Um, i don't think lifts do anything else other than move, though).



It's like the lift is prompting me to climb the stairs to second floor to board the dam cubicle. Hear me! Hear me! Do NOT (No that's not an acronym) do such a thing, for i assure you, there is more at work here than murphy's law. I call it Hon Choon's Law. If something can be made more difficult or more ironic, the higher powers would make it so just to get a good laugh. The lift would move to level one if you climb the stairs to level two. And the lift would remain at level two if you continue to wait for the one that's coming down from level eight.