Excuse me for an entry, I am going to rant some. So if it hasn’t been your day and you don’t feel like you’ve got the patience to listen to some stupid git rant, I’m going to give you 6 words’ grace. Stop reading right here, go away. Or if you’re the choosy kind and absolutely have to exercise your democratic rights by demanding to know what you’re signing up for if you decide to keep reading, I am going to rant about underage drinking, yes UNDERAGE DRINKING ok? OR if, unlikely, you decide you’ll just listen to me rant anyway because you are generous and kind of heart, and you, unlikely, decide that you agree with my point of view after my tirade, please feel free to hang around and defend me against those who are.. not for me.

Ok so, UNDERAGE DRINKING. You know what I think? I think we won’t have problems with underage drinking if there wasn’t such a thing as underage drinking in the first place. How’s that for a topic sentence? Succinct huh?

Now let me elaborate on the cause of this rant. I get absolutely riled by people around me who think that drinking is the utmost manifestation of their coming of age. Mention the word ‘alcohol’ and their eyes light up, they go on a name-sprouting contest, presumably to demonstrate their mature knowledge in the field of fermented drinks. They speak of drinking like some elite activity. They treat fellow underage drinkers with respect and declare them the people with the biggest hips (and the uninitiated, Immature, or Mummy’s Kid). Of course, I am fully aware of the shameful fact that I am committing the fallacy of aggregation here but WHATEVER this is a rant ok? I am SUPPOSED to EXAGGERATE when I rant so excuse me, and take this with a pinch of salt. But don’t pinch too much, I’m sure you’d come down with something.. Uh kidney failure I believe, which is what you’d get too if you drink too much, I believe?

I bet you’re thinking “Oh listen to Miss Hoity-Toity preach! She thinks she’s all that!” Yeah well, you know what? I’d be the first to admit I’m not the perfect daughter (And my mum agrees vehemently on the sidelines). I hate playing “Follow the Leader” just as much A. N. Other and I’ve done things I’m terribly ashamed of (So ashamed I can’t bear to give you any examples.. Ok fine, I’d give you one just so you know I’m not a freak: I have in recent times, become what Ray terms a “PONstar” -- though I am actually sick for the past week!). BUT I HATE REBELLING WITHOUT A CAUSE. So if you’re drinking simply because you think you’re being rebellious and therefore by definition, cool, I ask, rebellious against what??? The System? Hello, newsflash, NOBODY CARES! They’ll just give you and your parents a couple of warnings, fine you a couple of grands and maybe, if they bother themselves to be concerned, throw you into some home or other, END OF STORY, no headlines, no publicity ok?

Or perhaps you’re drinking to drown your sorrows. Well I say, Congratulations on being in possession of such a sensitive soul, but (com’on you knew that darned word’s coming right?) BUT what sorrows have you, a teenager, compared to a tax-paying, bill-paying, 9-5 desk-job-toiling adult? Existential angst? Relationship problems? Hmm, valid reasons perhaps, but let’s just say I look at the number of letters addressed to my parents from Singtel, Starhub, Singapore Power, AIA, Whatever & Co every week and dread, with much shaking of knees, the day I really grow up. So save the pubbing for that day, why don’t you? You’d need your kidneys more then.

Anyway I don’t think it’s purely the fault of us teenagers either. So I’d like to suggest to the powers that be, just a tiny, inconsequential suggestion, that perhaps we will all live in a more harmonious and happy society if there were no laws against underage drinking in the first place! I am sure you know how subversive teenagers are, or think we have to be anyway. So by making it illegal to drink when you’re under 18, you make it something to hanker after, stupid! You create an aura of mystique, a je-ne-sais-quoi for drinking and it becomes.. a Cleopatra to our Anthonys, if you get my drift. Same goes for underage smoking, underage clubbing, underage sex, underage anything for that matter.. Geez!

I’ve never felt the thirst for a drink before I hit 18 and have no plans to go on a pubbing spree come 12th July either, because you know what? I can drink anytime I want in my house just that I’ve never felt the need for it! My parents buy Bailey’s when they’re in the airport’s DFS because I’ve said I like the taste once and they (the bottles of Bailey’s, not my parents) stand unopened on the shelves. Back in China, when the whole family gathers in Ah Gong’s dinning hall for reunion dinners, all the kids are handed wee glasses of wine so that we can join in the festivities. Both sides of my family are very lax about drinking rules but I haven’t seen anyone who’s felt the need to abuse that right yet! Mayyybe there’s something to learn from my humble little family, you reckon? No mystique = No Curiosity = No kill the cat. Ja?

GRAH. Why’s the world becoming increasingly messed up every time I wake up from a sleep? This is sadness.

I wonder how many friends I’d still have after this. Hmmm.

And while I’m still given the airtime to rant, I HATE COPYCATS. If you wanna borrow ideas, CREDIT! QUOTE! DARNIT!




Sigh. I’m sorry. I think it comes off more angry in writing. I’m not pissed actually, in fact I’m feeling like a slacker right now. I gotta get all the slack out of my system before I dive into work see? :D

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