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.