I miss “tranquilité”.

Every night, I go to sleep (around midnight coz of a late feed) with all sorts of noises blaring right outside my window – from buses, to bikes to sports car engines going full throttle at 20 km/h (don’t ask). Now I live on the 10th floor and if my father-in-law over the phone in France can hear the vehicle’s engine/exhaust ramming up at its peak very clearly over the phone, that should tell you what I have to go through virtually every day from sundown to sun up.

I know who the culprits are after painless night stalking and running to the window to see where the source of the noise is coming from. I am more forgiving of some models of motorbikes but cars which huge exhaust pipes and engines that make more noise than speed for the sake of “show and tell”? Nah, I have more evil thoughts than forgiving ones of these buggers.

Why?

Because every time they pass my apartment, they’ll always stir poor Eva from her sleep causing her to wake up and turn around to find a comfy position to go to sleep again. Mind you, this is even with the window firmly closed.

My neighbour who has triplets is another one. Her children are always shouting, screaming and stomping their way in front of my unit. In the beginning, they would always wake Eva up despite having the door and windows closed, and the poor gal would end up crying her eyes out at being woken up from some yummy sleep. These days, they are still at it but I don’t know if them stopping in front of my unit and taking a peek is more annoying and offensive than light-hearted.

Sometimes I’m awfully tempted to film these buggers and report them to the police for disturbing the peace BUT something always stops me…

What is the definition of “peace” in a country packed with people to the brim like Singapore? Where a car alarm is left blaring on and on for…lets see, it’s been an hour now and it’s still going on. Where fights, screams and shouts from both adults and children alike are tolerated or even excused in some places. What is even more surprising for me is that I don’t even recall KL being this noisy. Or maybe I’ve forgotten what it was like to stay in a big city.

I’ll be honest – I miss the tranquil, peaceful and average-moving pace of Neuchâtel. At least I didn’t have a neighbour who would be revving his car engine for a good five minutes around midnight and then again at around 5am plus every day. Weekends are worse. People are just more considerate of others there…or maybe that’s just how things are where I’m staying. Yup, it’s my luck – I’ve moved to a place where people are noise-challenged.

Hai.

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