the elephants upstairs loves to jump rope. the bunch of kids one floor above me runs and jumps all day. i just hope that one day they fall on their heads and become vegetables.

the idiot upstairs loves throwing rubbish onto our aircon unit. sweet wrappers, toilet paper, strings... and my sis is contemplating if we should hurl wet toilet paper back up so it sticks to their unit as well. if we're lucky, we might land one right in the face of a window gazer.

the disgusting old man living on the same floor as me loves blowing his snot at the lift landing. and mind you, he does it WITHOUT tissue paper. his snot-filled trumpet is so loud, i can hear him doing it from my room. he's a right old gold digger, and when he's done and happy that he has all the gold out to pawn, he presses the lift button. WHAT THE FUCK MAN.

and there's always some drilling going on. at the weirdest times. do people have so many things to fix or bolt to the walls? we are in singapore and our geographical position hardly allows any major quakes to reach our shores. so don't be kiasu and stick everything to your walls ok? the noise frustrates me and i cant concentrate. and when i cant concentrate, i get very stressed. of cos me being stressed does not bother you one bit, but it just goes to show how inconsiderate a neighbour you are.

it's 12.40am and the brats are still running about. please fall. please fall.