i have an unhealthy obsession with loud noises. if its not loud enough, i wouldn’t bother but at the same time it is prolly my best of all my senses. My eyes are blind and my sense of smell is non existent. my hands are like the hands of a samsui woman who managed to live through hard life. at 8 years old, i recall running to my mom’s window whenever i heard my harley neighbours start their engine. With an ounce of luck, i would be able to see the bikers go by and zoom they were gone again. But that would put a smile on my face for 1 min. after which, life goes on. 22 years old me now enjoys loud music through a sick pair of bassy headphones(IMO) and i look out for cars with engines that could permanently destroy my hearing. Once, stopped at traffic light, there was an old ang moh that was on a harley. immediately, i cranked down the windows and stared at that baby til the ang moh asked if i wanted to trade. Sheepish smile, i sped off once the light turned green. Not embarrassed at all, in fact not shy at all. 

At this very moment, there is a real loud noise in my life. I’m not sure i enjoy it on a daily basis but it gives me more reason to blast my music on my mac. The sound that everyone has to tolerate here on a daily basis, starting at 8am sometimes maybe even earlier. What a feeling. STFU la construction works.