my neighbour fish pee in the sea.
yeah lame joke, i know.


i'm not in the mood to be light and happy today.
it's 9AM in the morning and i was woken up to a shouting fest between my upstairs neighbour and some guy downstairs washing his car.
yeah, good morning to you too fuckfaces.

my neighbour (upstairs) is white trash.
he likes to watch his collection of DVDs at whatever time he feels like and shouts along with the actors.
he, being some "big-ass" ang moh, naturally has a big voice.
so when he shouts, two or three stories above and below can hear.
i usually catch the random 'fuck' along with a string of incomprehensible gibberish.
i've no idea how or why(!) no one has reported him to the police or CC or whatever crap you're supposed to report to for annoyances like this.
his kids, have no respect for their belongings as well. they love throwing things out of the window. and they have a maid. how his maid can handle all of this, i can only wonder.

once, two pairs of shorts were stuck on my window area, along with a singlet.
i tossed them happily to the ground.
in their house it's like some hell on earth. the kids cry everyday. the stupid white trash shouts and gets drunk everyday too i suppose. he once got so drunk he had to be escorted home by the police.
their doors slam so violently it reverterbrates through his house and mine.
random items of the house are slammed on the floor which makes my house so inhabitable. even more so when i'm alone at home.
some days i want to scream up at them. but i know it will just make his screaming and shouting escalate and that's not good for ME.
other days i wanna slot notes in their letterbox saying that white trash is screwing the maid, or you can do better than him. all targeted at the wife cause she made the horrendous decision to get married to some nit-wit, two-bit ang moh.
open your eyes woman. this is NOT the man of your dreams.
he does not have a job cause he's at home at 9AM. so she's the sole breadwinner. and when he picks up his kids, he wears smart clothes as if he came from work.
if that's not denial, if that's not white trash material, i don't know what is.

sometimes i wish i were one of those girls in wild things so i can mess up with his mind so much that he'll find some reason to kill himself. that would be my greatest achievement. but i know that's wrong.
so i'll just pray he moves soon.
or die.  ¶ 9:33 AM