Enough is Enough
For the past three weeks, I have been woken up earlier than usual due to the upgrading going on in my neighbourhood. The drilling started with the block in front of mine, progressed to the blocks diagonally beside, and then to my block itself. At one point in hell time, my days were filled with surround sound drilling; a cacophony (Beebs said it was a symphony because of the different types of drilling sounds from different blocks of flats) of noise so messy I couldn’t even hear myself think.
And so I was really happy to see all the drilling equipment being moved to Vincent Ng’s block on Saturday and I thought I could finally get some proper, undisturbed sleep.
To my absolute horror and chagrin, my sleep was rudely disrupted this morning by the all-too familiar jarring sound of drilling. No, it has not abated. Instead, it was so loud this time that I thought the drilling came from the unit beneath mine. The floor shook, my bed shuddered, my books slipped to the floor, my mum and I engaged in shouting matches in order to be heard over the noise (and no, I am not exaggerating!). I even know where exactly the drilling is being done as the intensity of vibrations can be felt through my feet (that sounds so Lord of the Ring-like, detecting movements from the ground).
This is madness. Absolute madness. The onslaught of noise is giving me a headache. I can’t think. I can’t write. It’s drilling driving me crazy.
- the harsh critic
s t a r m | s t January 17th, 2005
