Choe kau sei yan

One of the main reasons we moved from our previous place was to escape that noisy rowdy neighbourhood. You know lah… typical Malaysian houses, built so close to each other that you can hear your neighbour’s humping on a moonless night.

So, the perceived quieter neighbourhood that I now live in is … well … perceived only lah. Yes, it would be a nice quiet place IF only we had not been so unfortunate as to live next to a family which has 4 bawdy kids, a maid-who-seems-to-be-hard-of-hearing, a pair of adults who think nothing of yelling at their kids and maid and this is not counting the hordes of family or friends who seem to barrage their way here almost every other weekend. Nice scenario or not? Tiu or not?

Like the past few days I was unfortunate enough to be sick and therefore had to stay at home. Aiyorrr… the constant wailing, yelling, screaming were enough to make my headache and coughing 10x worse. You see, the thing is like this - all the other houses don’t have brats & idiots like this does… so the place is pretty quiet, comparatively... and that magnifies the din that these hamkalings make. I think I would be sicker if I had to stay at home and listen to them - choe kau sei yan.

On a Sunday morning most people would like to sleep in, right or not? Imagine this lah… at 8am you are jolted out from your nice dreams by some banshee wailing. You look out your window and you see this bunch of idiots yelping and flapping about in their plastic inflatable pool in the porch. OK… so you thought their swimming session will last probably an hour? Or at most, 2 hours, eh sai boh? But noooo… these larn tharns are still soaking through their t-shirts in their Olympic pool even by 12 noon. 4 farking hours, still not enough!! Kan na sai - surely by this time their lanjiaos and chibais would have shriveled up or even dropped off, kan?? They finally kam-yuen drain their plastic pool at 1.30pm - coz by then their farking tummies are crying out for food already lah. And by then, yours truly here is already screaming for mercy. Mahai.

It’s so true what Xara said - you can take the tai-lun-ngongs out of their kampong but you can’t take the kampong out of the tai-lun-ngongs. I just wish the tai-lun-ngongs had stayed put in their miserable kampong lah… tiu.

Niamah... whole street is damn quiet except for these hamkalings.