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When Wild Pigs Make Horse Sounds Friday, March 24, 2006

Neighbors. The right thing to do is be friendly with them. Like members of wisteria lane. Some friends i know go play soccer with neighbors. But i'm an observer... and i'm here to record my observations. Since i live in two diff places, my house and my aunts... i have more to tell.

At my aunt's house. Both the house in front and beside are young couples(although the front one is balding) each have 2 young kids. But do not be fooled for hidden within their small forms lies the ability to cause great noises, and annoyances. They scream and constantly cry. I know i was never that bad. The house beside has two daughters... the older one beng very loud and ho mouthed is is so unfriendly and is usually mimicked my the younger sis at the most moronic of times. They will be like shouting from the gate and wen they come back from wherever... both will be stomping like elephants and the older one will be sliding and making a whorrible racket on her wheelies...i wish she fell one day... or the wheelies get stolen. And the mom has an annoying habit of locking a child outside as punishment... although its more punishment on our ears. Even at night that psyco woman does that. If one gets kidnapped i know she wont be able to forgive herself but i would forgive her instantly and urge her to do the same with the other child. The kids(1 boy, 1 girl) in the front house are less cheena but still wail a lot. At least they are a lot more social then the other 2.

Then on our floor there is this guy, about late forties or early fifties who seems to be experiencing mid-life crisis. He's such a loafer... all he does is walk around the void deck and playground area all day. I mean its not as if he's rich since he's living in a hdb flat, and he's not working. But i guess maybe he's got no friends and his grown up children give him his spending money. Wat a miserable life. I almost feel sorry for him. Almost. In our block there's this sindhi kid, nicked karang guni cause he just loves picking up the stuff that people in the block throw away. And from the kitchen window i sometimes see this fat guy, whose wife smokes. I dont wonder why he's fat cuase they were like frying stuff at 10 p.m.

In my block lives the retarded sisters. Ok, they're not sisters... but they are retarded. I dunno whether clinicly or otherwise. Anyway, they are mother and daughter. Both have the same china doll kinda mental institution jaw length hair, and both wear nearly the same outfit all the time. And they always just hang around downstairs and at the playground everyday. Maybe the mom is not retarded, but just has really whorrible fashion sense, but the daughter is definitely retarded for following in her footsteps... and she's like almost my age and doesnt have a life. It seems she doesnt even go to school. Definitely clinicly retarded.

Ok, whenyou step out onto the lift landing on the 12th floor, an odour is sure to reach your nostrils even if you have sinuses. The indian house that i have to pass by everytime i leave or go home, just reeks all the time. I would only go into that house if you paid me or if i was playing truth or dare. Next to that there lives an old lady who is like blind in one eye and very old fashioned, her pants have you know those diff coloured patches that happen when the pants get old and you cant find fabric of the same color? Yeah... a very old tradition. Anyways, she usually dries those pants after washing by tying them with string to the railing at the corridor parapet. Old fashioned. However she is nice, smiling to me when i pass and saying something in a dialect. Her relatives come to visit her every sunday... otherwise that house is always quiet. Then as you walk down the quite long corridor that is quite dark at night, at the end is the house directly beneath mine. Once, wen my brainless sister was supposed to toss down the keyes at me cause i was going somewher, forgot them and was lazy to go back up and take them, it dropped on their parapet. The mom used a broom to push it off and i got it. A wave of thanks. Anyway, the couple have 2 children, both boys, one a year younger than me, one a year older. I know because my dad sent the younger one to school one day cause he was late...Zhonghua sec so he must be quite smart... and the older bro is in jc... on most nights, around 10+ he'll be doing homework half naked in front of the gate. Seriously, who puts a study table in front of their front door?

Then on my floor, i have 3 neighbors. The one directly opposite us is a rather old couple that looks young. As in the son is like 20 but the dad only looks as old as mine. I'm not sure how many children they have but i'm sure they also have a daughter. They came to our house at hari raya once. The father cleans the floor in front of his house most sundays. Then beside that house is a young malay couple, 3 kids, two boys and the youngest a girl. We sometimes exchange dishes at both hari rayas and my dad usually gives them sweets... which is a bad idea. Cause the other day i noticed that both the boys' teeth were like rotten, you know, thinned unevenly leaving lots of gaps. My gosh, thank god those are baby teeth and its good that they're not satanic like the kids at my aunts house. The guys who stays in the house beside mine keeps to himself most of the time i've only rarely seen him but he's friendly to my dad. Hes not married and has brought his girlfriend to his place once in a while.

Out of my kitchen window, directly opposite seems to have only two occupants. A guy who is like between 18 and 25 and this small old lady, i suspect to be either his mom or grandma. I think there are others, but i dont see them. He brushes his teeth very throroughly before bed and sometimes, am army uniform is drying on the poles outside. The thing that makes me think that the lady is not actually his granma is the fact that she does housework all the time, mostly in the kitchen, sometimes in the dark, untill like 1 in the morning. Yet she looks old and wears that cheongsam-ish thing most old chinese women wear. A mystery to me. Then below that, there is this boy, about nine who last year, always sat at the dining table in the kitchen studying. Like all the time in his pyjamas. And once i saw him at the window, just staring out, like as if to clear his thoughts. I mean like come on, he's too young for that. But the way his pressure him, i dont see why not. Poor boy.

I know this is incredibly boring for you readers, but heck.