Arghh.. Damn it! *curse the person who stole my shoe!*

And could that person living right above me be more considerate?! Smoke, smoke, smoke! Don't you know that the ashes from your cigarettes always flown into my room, landing right on my table? F***! You're really pissing me off man! That's really sickening you know?! Can you imagine the frustration in me wiping off those ashes whenever I use my table, and wondering at times if it'll fall on my (white) bag, hence staining it?