This is NOT my ideal, luxury, chada puy-an;
- you live in a condo
- one day the expats living above you are "humping like a beaver"
- the next day you can hear the "headboard banging against your wall". it turns out that adjacent to you is "one of the girlfriends of a high ranking city official". And even worst she "squeal like a turkey" when that gov't official is having a go at her.
- on weekends you go to the condo gym to exercise. After a while, you developed some rashes in your thighs and backside. It turns out that you got the rashes from the gov't official because he uses the stationary bike before you. That gov't official has too many GF and he's got VD.
- you went to the condo pool for a swim. hoping the rashes will go away... you're having a good pool lap, then all of the sudden you catch your breath and swallowed some pool water. the water is a bit "salty". It turns out that the kid who crosses your path just pee on the pool
- the next night you cannot sleep well. Because the aspiring Punk Rock Drummer is just too loud, just one floor below you.
- then your toilet starts to stink. it turns out that the sewer pipe above just clogged up.
- the next morning your carpet or floor is soaking wet from the flooding above due to broken dishwasher/washing machine.
- a few months later you taught you are out of the woods. until the son of a wealhty businessman, who is so stoned, lit his condo and started a fire. The son said, "man this is sooooo cool"....
- then you start from square one again. still barracking that condo living is luxurious.