It seems like there isn't a day where i do not wake up six in the morning or get awaken by those guys drilling at the mrt site just underneath my house nine in the morning. What happened to all the slow lazy AND peacefully quiet mornings? Even the refrigerator in the house is groaning, "I can't stand it, i can't stand it" it says in its low humming language which only i can decipher. Another time...Ciao.