Keri, Olen and me - we have a despicable neighbour. Just one particular family, which we failed to identify since our first day residing in Pesona Villa, Kemensah.
We mentally made peace with the next door girls for belting out horrid tunes every other Saturday mornings. I'm talking about Siti Norhaliza gone wrong! I personally LOVE karaoke, but having a set at home (read: high density apartment), is a huuuuge boo boo. Unless you're a sabateur from hell and you only live to torture every soul's eardrums, then by all means, get the complete set if you may!
We also succumbed to the upper floor yuppies' jamming session every now and then. Again, nothing wrong with playing loud music - but if its a score from Ekamatra, New Boyz or anything that barely made it to Juara Lagu Tahun 1980-an, puhleeeez, I'm on my knees here - flush it down the loo! Flush it! FLUSH IT I SAY!! You're committing a cardinal sin. Shame on you!
So, yes, that despicable neighbour of ours... We're wondering if they're even from planet Earth. It's a bummer that we don't know which unit they're staying in. We would've reported them to the authorities by now. Yes. Taddle-taler!
It's like tuning on to the Radio KL evening drama.
A Day In The Life of The Adams Family Gone Wrong:
Crazy Dad: Hoi! Apa masalah kau haa?? Ape yang bengap sangat nih? Aku dah kata jangan usik, JANGAN LAA USIK! (He has a unmanly voice, by the way)
Crazy Kid1: *screaming and throwing a fit*
Crazy Dad: Heeeeeee!!! Bodoh! Tak guna betul laa!!
Crazy Kid1: *still wailing like a mad banshee that didn't get enough, of, whatever*
Crazy Dad: *endless cursing*
*Keletang! Keletungg! Tingg!!* Playing frisbee with the pots and pans, perhaps, ey??