1. There is this pregnant cat at the dry market near my apartment. I don’t see it anymore. The poor cat was being abused by kids who were not raised up properly by their parents. They were raining down yellow BB bullets on it. And it always escapes as soon as it feels the pain.
2. When I was going home last Friday or Saturday night, I noticed this beautiful woman who was with a foreigner. She is 9/10. I asked someone from my apartment building regarding her, and to my surprise she is actually temporarily living at the same building I am at. The foreigner is her boyfriend.
She is very attractive. Not all women can pull off what she can pull off—wearing a short dress.
3. H5 is playing loud music right now as if they are the only people living here. These are the units at my apartment building.
A (1st floor) 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6.
B (1st floor) 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6.
C (2nd floor) 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6.
D (2nd floor) 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6.
E (3rd floor) 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6.
F (3rd floor) 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6.
G (4th floor) 1, 2, 3, 4, 5.
H (4th floor) 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7.
Guess what unit I am at? “Hmm… Z100?” What Z100? There is no Z100. I am at H7. As you can see, I am unique. All units have a number indicated on their door. Mine is the only door in the building that has the number 7 on it. The number 7 means wholeness, completeness, and perfection.