I have been tolerating almost seven months of dust, noise and smell pollutions just because of the
construction effort that is still ongoing around my estate. The poundings here are insane, totally!

But these are for the benefit of the residents here; though I still can not understand why my four-storeyed
flat requires a lift. For what?

The only plus point I can think of right now is that I will no longer be laboured into carrying cartons
and cartons of drinks up my winding stairs in preparation for Hari Raya which is in about two months
time. I could still remember my mother tripping while lugging plastic bags up the accursed steps.
I will never mind carrying these load even ten floors up; I am more worried about my parents and
my sisters who will perhaps be more relieved to take the lift up instead of our creepy staircase at night.
I mean, everytime when I walk up the stairs I have this weird, unnerving coldness that seems to wrap
my neck and back; my legs tend to get heavier too - it is as if suddenly someone hugs my back like
I am giving it a piggyback ride. Unexplainable, but I cannot do much about it can I? Bleah.

There are probably more aging residents here in my estate which is kind of true I think.

So this lift is close to completion.

Actually, I find lifts to be more eerie. See that doll there? It makes everything worse!

PS. The doll’s name is Suzie. I saw it on her dress..
PPS. The Suzie crawling along the corridor part.. it is not true obviously.