a peculiar, squeaky, scrubbing noise is bouncing off the blocks outside; sounds a bit as though someone is furiously trying to wear a pair of rubber gloves thin in the quickest time possible. after chiding myself for my lack of curiosity, i went to look out the living room window to try and find the source of the incessant squeaking tt's been the soundtrack to the past three hours of my night. nothing conclusive. how disappointing.. except tt i'm too busy wondering why the common corridor lights in the block diagonally opposite mine are a strange glowing-amber tonight. and the air smells hazy and dense, like an imminent asthma attack. what a curious combination of freakish elements. i'm feeling a bit weirded out but not particularly frightened. i suddenly recall tt the brilliant full moon hung low and bright and oversized in the sky when nurul and i were sitting along the river at clarke quay earlier tonight. dubious night.

2.13am. the noise just stopped. now i'm a bit scared.