The two low lifes staying upstairs...
A couple of weeks ago when I was in the lift going upstairs back to my apartment with Leonard, I encountered one of the most unpleasant neighbours a person can ever get. Together in the lift with us were these two Indonesian girls (one of them quite pretty) carrying a bag of durians, and a Chinese ah pek wearing a singlet and shorts.
Suddenly out of nowhere this Cinapek started scolding the two Indons LOUDLY... "Kenapa lu bising sangat? You everyday make noise... you are SO NOISY!!!" All four of us were shocked by his sudden outburst and were stunned into silence. The two Indons looked at each other and then back at me innocently, not knowing what was going on. "Tapi kami tinggal di blok lain..." they pleaded.
At first I kept quiet, and turned my eyes to the lit-up buttons on the lift panel, wishing that the lift would go faster. But the Cinapek seemed to ignore their innocent pleas and kept on screaming at them, his eyes raging with fire. It came to an extent where I couldn't take it any longer. He had been scolding them non-stop ever since we stepped into the lift. He could have scolded all he wanted, but when it became disruptive to others (i.e. ME!) he was crossing the line. Who picks on girls like that anyway!?
I retorted: "How can you scold people like that? Can't you just speak properly and not scream at people like that?" (Out of the corner of my eye I could see Leo quietly shaking his head and I could imagine him thinking: "Why must you be so busybody?")
Cinapek turned his eyes to me and said: "You don't know the noise they've been making!"
Well actually I stay just one floor below and I have never heard any commotion from upstairs yet so I said back: "Well you don't have to scold them like that, had you complained to the authorities?"
Cinapek said: "I have, but there's no use!" and THEN suddenly, he turned his anger toward me! "I think maybe you like the noise lah... you like lah... you got something wrong with you... you try staying next to them and see?" Etc etc etc...
By then, luckily, the lift reached our floor and we walked out, glad to relieve ourselves from the verbal terror that had just occured. I threw back a sentence after I stepped out of the lift: "That guy is just so rude!" while thinking to myself, well if you're so high-class and can't stand noise, why don't you just move to an exclusive condo with sound-proof walls!
I had actually forgotten most of this episode until today when Leo and I saw Mr. Angry-and-Rude-Cinapek again. More correctly, I saw his bag of mangosteens first before I saw him. Actually, I didn't even remember it was him. He was with another guy who was shorter, fatter and uglier. Only the four of us were in the lift this time.
I was just back from church and was holding an "Our Daily Bread" digest in my hand over the Bible. Suddenly out of nowhere Mr. Short-Fat-and-Ugly shot me a glance, looked away and started mumbling "Freedom of speech ahh. The daily bread it seems... I think her bread is mouldy..." mumble, mumble, mumble... etc... while Cinapek gave some approving nods.
I pretended not to notice until I reached my apartment. I was like... >.<... *smoke billowing from the top of my head*... Who the heck talks like that anyway? Usually only 38 aunties talk like that, and it wasn't even any of his business! These bloody faggots (sorry, no offense to my lovely gay friends)... only a faggot would stand up for another faggot to talk like that, without even having the courage to speak up right in front of my face, right? Darn it, I hope all his mangosteens rot and have worms crawling in all of them!!! >.<