goodlorrrrrrrdd
i hate my dream this morning, right after subuh. hate is such a strong word but yeah such an eeky dream.
i dreamt that i was going out with a 57 year-old guy and i was plannig to lose my freakin virginity to him! ARRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH..!! but in the end we didnt cos the room in the house we were supposed to do it in was occupied. and it was MY house and my mum and sis approved of what we were gonna do. ogod. the guy is the one in 'gilmore girls' lorelai's boyfriend jason. eeeeeeee... the bearded and grey-haired one. sheesh... i take it as a sign not to sleep after subuh anymore.
last night after buka we found a letter stuck at our front gate. it was a 'love letter' from our neighbours downstairs. second one.
"Dearest Neighbour, may we seek your understanding once again that when you need to move furniture.. please do not drag in order not to disturb your neighbours above, under and around you. Please also have kid walk and not run that create alot of loud stepping noises. Thank you for your understanding and your co-operation in creating a peaceful living environment."
it was unsigned and i quote everything exactly as it was typed in the letter. hrmph.
okay first of all, THAT'S JUST PLAIN BAD ENGLISH!! you can afford a maid and cant afford some english lessons?? while you're at it get yourself some courage too and tell it to us like it is instead of sticking a paper at our gate.
secondly, we're no way half as badass as the neighbour above us. if we can tolerate dragging furniture almost everyday, loouuuuudd singing in the bathroom, kids screaming at each other, they can tolerate a little chair scraping now and then.
thirdly, the only reason furniture is dragged in our house is because they're heavy you dumbass. my dad has knee problems and cant fully carry the furniture when they need to be moved.
fourthly, if u cant stand kids running around, go live in a private estate and be surrounded by an enchanting forest with birds singing and crickets.. erm.. cricketing.
gosh. they think they're so uppity-up. i have no idea what that means but you understand what i'm saying.. i tell you, the next time we get a letter from them i'm gonna.. i'm gonna... well, i'm gonna do something.
