Yes, the title comes from the Chinese saying 同人不同命, meaning we are all similarly humans, but we lead different lives.

I just read Jac’s Blog and it seems that she’s so stressed at work until she lost 4kg. While I would certainly need to lose some weight, I think Jac’s not the right candidate for this weight lost programme.

Unfortunately as well, 同hamster不同命. Casper made an escape and when wifey came home, he was not in his cage and we found him in the kitchen drain drowned to death. This is his 5th month birthday. Sigh. Silly hamster, why did you choose to jump into a drain when you could go elsewhere? We will miss you. 🙁

And then while some people very heng to stay in landed property, I have to live in a measly overpriced government flat (a.k.a pigeon hole) with a bloody inconsiderate neighbour upstairs who doesn’t sleep. I mean, there isn’t once I see their room lights go off, not even at 4am in the morning. Actually, I don’t care if they don’t sleep – maybe they do shift work – but that’s not my problem. If they choose not to sleep then they should be considerate to the rest of the people who’s sleeping.

I keep hearing wooden furniture dragged along the floor, heavy objects dropping and people walking like King Kong. It’s not occasional – I can tolerate that. It’s persists through the night like a JavaBean. I mean, I can have a great day at work and have a great dinner with friends, but the moment I come home, these noises totally ruins my entire day (and sometimes the next.) These aren’t continuous background noises that our minds could filter (e.g. people chatting, piano playing, traffic). These are sudden bursts of loud noises that makes me jump, irritated and stressed out. It’s not I can’t cover the noise, but it’s so resonant that it overpowers my TV!

Back in December 2009, I tried going upstairs and talking sense into them, but it ended up into a yelling session on the 3rd approach. Then I resorted to knocking on my ceiling with a wooden stick and calling the police. The noises went away for a while, and recently they’re back again. I knocked on the ceiling a few times, but it seems they’ve decided to turn rebellious and knock back. So that’s it, I’m fucking fed up already, I’ve had enough, no more Mr. Nice Guy. I’m going to a psychiatrist because I’m so stressed out, and I am going to send them a lawyer’s letter. If talking and knocking doesn’t work, maybe paying for legal fees will.