the whole clan of malays living on the second floor have got to be the most inconsiderate neighbours ever. no racism here. it just so happens that they are malays.

its not as if i haven't put up with their passion of rearing and feeding stray cats for ever since i moved into this stupid hdb flat just cos my mum couldn't get over her fetish of rearing fish and growing plants so my dad chucked the whole family into a hdb flat where they actually have rules against keeping too many plants. but thats besides the point. the point is, the house just below mine faithfully puts out cat food everyday for the stray cats. so surprise surprise, cats have started hanging around that area. and when the cats get bored of wandering around the second storey, they wander up to the third storey, usually either to shit or piss in the corridor. and they usually do it on the days my maids don't come for work. so since no one wants to clean up the mess, we just cup a container over it until the maid comes the next day. and thats not all. the cats seem to think they own the block. they stumble into your house on their own free will and proceed to make themselves at home. imagine the shock when you get home hot and smelly after a game of basketball and you open your closet to get out clothes to bathe and you see a stupid cat nestled comfortably atop your stack of jeans and berms and pants. i politely held the closet door opened and the cat was smart enough to know i wanted it out of my house PRONTO. but imagine the fury when you were happily watching tv and during the commercial break you go to the kitchen for your dinner and you see a cat on the dining table lapping your soup and eating YOUR dinner. yes of course all hell broke loose and i whacked a tennis ball HARD at the cat and the cats never distrupted my life again.

and now my neighbours are at it again. someone's son is getting married and that gives them license to block up the whole void deck and even the area outside the void deck so if you want to go anywhere you're going to have to walk through their formation of buffet tables and chairs. i was not very happy when i had to cycle my bike out to the library and i was stuck because of the stupid layout and i definitely couldn't have manouvered my bike through all the tables and chairs without knocking something over. so the only way to get though was to cycle across the grasspatch and i almost crashed into a tree. it seems the only nice person there was a very very cute malay guy who told me to be careful. but that still does not appease my irritation. and my irritation reached the climax when i was having my afternoon nap when i heard a loud blasting coming from downstairs and very bad singing. yes, while i genuinely extend my congratulations to you for finally marrying off your son, i sincerely see no need that you blast the karaoke system so that people in innova can hear you. especially when the people singing are terribly off-key.

ugh. they should learn some manners. once again, this is NOT racism. i am not biased against malays.

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