the lows of high-rise living
My upstairs neighbours are the most uncivilised lot of people I've ever met. I've only seen some of them, but as far as I can make out, there's a cantankerous old woman, three or four of the most ill-behaved children on the planet, and a couple in their 30s, whom I presume are the old woman's children and parents of said kids.

Good lord. All they do the whole day is talk to each other at the top of their voices and slam things. The old woman, all she does is nag at everyone else in an incredibly loud voice. Sometimes, I hear them arguing in the wee hours of the morning, like at 4am. They don't seem to place much value on personal hygiene. The kids are dressed in wrinkly, un-ironed clothes. I once saw one of them running around in public without any pants. Like, with his pee-pee showing. WTF.

The kids. OMG, the horror. I live on the 18th floor and they're just above me. The kids throw all manner of objects out of their window, including their food. Once, rice landed on my window sills. Often, there would be streaks of dried-up liquids on the windows. And yesterday, they threw water bombs! Bloody hell. Because it was such a sunny day, almost everyone had their laundry hung out to dry. The pests must have been rubbing their hands with glee.

Once, when my mum was over at my place, she went up to scold them because water from their wet clothes were dripping on our laundry. The old woman basically said too fricking bad. And her presumed daughter also said something to the effect of c'est la vie (in a much less elegant way, of course) and that if we didn't like it, we can jolly well move to a house. Yeah, I can see where the kids' lack of social graces came from.

I don't see any way out of this except to grin and bear it. A couple of days after my mum confronted them, they happily washed their windows with soapy water that splashed into my flat. So I suspect that any complaint against them will be met with more heinous deeds. I've thought of pasting a note at the notice board downstairs, but I'll probably be arrested for vandalism. Ugh. I hatehateHATE the inconsiderate SOBs.

My boss phoned and reminded me today to mail in my appraisal form. I've been really tardy in doing it, partly because I don't want to be reminded of work. I go back to work in less than a month. As someone who never wanted children, I can't believe I'm saying this but I will be seriously torn up "leaving" Tyler and going back to work. I still don't like children in general (see: above), but with your own, it's just different.

Anyhoos, here's a photo of my bb, age 2 months and 3 weeks.