mr tat at his best

today i reach home earlier, about 4pm. the lift door opened, and what do i see...i saw mr tat at his best..tat lor.

he was sitting on his chair, outside his unit, legs on the rack. when he saw me, he didn't even budge an inch, i gave him a dirty look, and he look down, i think he's trying to count his cock hair. With him on the chair, his plants on the opp side of the corridor, whats left was a narrow gap for me to squeeze through (ok im exaggerating), but he could at least make it easier for me.

His plant is going to die soon due to frequent abrasion with my shoulders.

wat a piss off.

neighbour

i call my neighbour mr tat (pronounced as thud). I used to call them the phua family. why? becos i think they are phua ter bines. I start calling them tat family after i realised one of my fren's bf surname is phua. so there you go. as you can see, i dont like the tat family very much.

few things they do that piss me off

1. they hang their underwears on the corridor. when i open my door, the underwears will be greeting me..who in this century will be so uncivilised to hang underwears along common corridors? and i have to walk past their house to reach my house.

2. they always wash the corridor in front of their house. c'mon, is it tat dusty or dirty that u have to splash water EVERY day? it sucks when u walk past their house and ur slippers got wet and u put ur slippers inside ur house. i nearly slipped and fell couple of time too.

3. they have plants along the corridor. i really dont mind plants, but i mind when the plant is quite big they are along the corridor, and they have poles for underwear on the opp side of the plant, and they also have a seat opp the plant outside their gate. messy right? i believe their unit has the most congested corridor in my block.

4. why i call them tat family, becos i think they like to tat lor (block the road). on wkends afternoon, mr tat will sit in the chair mentione above, outside his house, wearing only a short and topless. when we walk past him to reach the lift landing, he doesnt even budge. his legs will be on some rack, and he will be reading newspapers and scratching his balls. him and his plants combine, makes the corridor more narrower.

i got a good mind to cut his plants smaller, spit on his chair, burn holes at the underwear. Anyway i still got a trump card on my hand...mr tat, u make sure u dont piss me any further, otherwise, there's no guarantee what i might do.