london bridge is falling down

i was snoozing, and right outside my window [my aunt's place is a corridor unit] these contractors set up shop, knocking and banging things together, speaking with the verbal capacity of a bunch of teenage hooligans [read: colorful language peppered with obscenities in the Hokkien dialect].

then i went to clean up and get breakfast, and they start singing/whislting London Bridge Is Falling Down.

igonring for a moment that there is no London Bridge, how confidence-inspiring is it when the contractors working on the lift-lobby right next to your flat are singing a song of a collasping structure? what the hell kind of construction worker sings that while he works?

so after i'm done with breakfast and come back to my PowerBook to check on a few things, they start banging loudly against the wall i'm right next to, scaring the heck out of me [i let my guard down at home. at school someone can jump down a flight of stairs, seemingly appearing out of nowhere--the staircase is hidden, but its presence is known, hence one does not expect anyone to come leaping out of it and i don't even stop walking]. there are really old people living in this estate. lots of them, in fact. like my grandfather, ninety-four years old and has an appointment at the hospital at eleven AM, but no way through the mess they've made of the lift lobby in his wheelchair.

and now, a wonderful constant grinding sound. nice score.