Couple of months back when I landed a new job, we moved. We rented a studio apartment, five minutes from my new office. Interestingly enough, most of our neighbors are from the Middle East. (Not to be mean, but when people come from country where socializing is discouraged and women don’t leave the house unattended, we are faced with people who can’t care less about other people.) Fortunately or unfortunately depending on how you look at it, we manage to get a unit on the ground floor, three steps away from the big blue pool and almost in the playground.
Problem is, beruk upstairs have a knack of throwing things down. Tissues/ tobacco/atm receipts/random bits of paper and the favorite is cotton buds. Cam sial.
Problem is, beruk upstairs have a knack of throwing things down. Tissues/ tobacco/atm receipts/random bits of paper and the favorite is cotton buds. Cam sial.
Then it happened. As if having screaming kids out your door isn’t bad enough to drive me insane, the kids were screaming at my gates. I peered out the sliding door. I saw balloon being thrown from above, not sure which floor though. The balloon would drop down from the sky every two to three minutes and the excited kids would scream and scream for more.
One day. Two days. Three days. When it came to one week, I began to wonder, which idiot was this causing me to suffer my tv nights? Which floor is this?
I told my sister “saya rasa kan, ada clown la kat atas.” she started to laugh. No really, I really think there’s a clown up there. Tell me, who would have such a huge collection of that long balloon types that usually are sculptured by clowns. And throwing down every night?? Gile, get a life la wei.
One night the balloon fell into my garden. I opened the curtains and peered.
“Excuse me, please give me!” those middle eastern kids at it again. I opened the curtains wide, grabbed the balloon and took one look at those pleading faces and went inside snapping the curtains shut taking the balloon inside with me.
D and my sister started laughing. Hahahahah. Padan muka.
Okay. Two seconds later I felt a little guilty. I went back outside and saw them still out there. I searched for the least irritating face among them and gave it to her.
“Take. But no scream! Noise. I don’t like!! No scream okay??”
A bunch of nodding heads bobbing up and down. Ye la tu. Like I would believe the five year olds.
The following day same thing. SAME THING! Can you believe it? I thought we had an agreement. Annoying gile okay. D went outside. He started growling at the kids.
“Babe, what are you doing? You sound like a fierce dog.”
“Ni ha..budak-budak ni. Geram la. ”
Of course la kan kena ignore lagi. Like they care or not whether I am able to watch Dirty Sexy Money in peace.
The breaking point was last Friday. Me and sister02 were already dealing with shit when the kids were at it again. At 6pm. Seriously. We walked into the playground and stared upwards. We waited to see where the balloons came from. It was the 9th floor. Unit directly above us. Worst thing was one the balloons got stuck on our window frame and some idiotic fat kid was throwing stones and pebbles in hopes that the balloon would magically dislodge itself and magically float into his fat arms.
I walked to the security guard nearby. I complained.
“Siapa yang baling balloon itu ha??”
”Tingkat 9. Ade badut”
”Badut!!!!!!!!?????”
I couldn’t believe it. There was a real live clown. I was right. I called out to my sister. I told the security to tell her. He did. My sister started to burst out laughing. But really, it was kinda funny. A clown! I got worked up over a clown!
I didn’t see the humor at that time though. I complained to the security the anguish these kids were putting me through. He talked to another member of security. We went up to the 9th floor.
A skinny Chinese guy wearing only boxer shorts answered. He had a shark tooth tied around his neck.
I complained. I told him what happens each time he throws the balloons. And what happens when he doesn’t. He apologized and promised no more balloons. Then I asked him,
“Eh, you clown ka?”
“Ya,ya saya clown”
Hmm.
On the way down, the security asks how come I don’t know the clown. I said I have no kids therefore I see no purpose of the presence of clowns in my life. Unless its Ronald McDonalds. According to him, this is one of the famous clowns and semorang kat KL kenal sama ini badut.
The whole night the kids were at it;
“PLEEEEASE THROWWW BAAAALLOOOOOOONNSSS!!”
No balloons. Hahaha.
Saturday morning, nice and quite. I woke up early. Went outside and took a deep breath. This is nice. Nice and peaceful. Few kids were at the playground playing quietly outside. The suddenly I saw him. The clown! He was in full suit and makeup! Wig and red nose! He was walking quickly across the playground making funny faces at the kids.
I started calling to sister02 excitedly;
"Cepat-cepat!!! Tengokla ni!! Clown semalam tu!!!!! Cepat!! Dia bawak suitcase, saya rasa die nak gi kerje!!”
The kids were excited. Me and sister02 starting pointing excitedly.
Then D’s voice came from the bedroom.
“Kenapa korang pulaaaaak yang excited ni tengok clown niiii..????”
Eii.. so sibuk.
But now as least it’s nice and quite.
Yay.
Oh you know who else lives in my building? That dude from Akademi Fantasia. Yeah the eligible bachelor one.
Yup.
Add D with his bike and we have a circus.
One day. Two days. Three days. When it came to one week, I began to wonder, which idiot was this causing me to suffer my tv nights? Which floor is this?
I told my sister “saya rasa kan, ada clown la kat atas.” she started to laugh. No really, I really think there’s a clown up there. Tell me, who would have such a huge collection of that long balloon types that usually are sculptured by clowns. And throwing down every night?? Gile, get a life la wei.
One night the balloon fell into my garden. I opened the curtains and peered.
“Excuse me, please give me!” those middle eastern kids at it again. I opened the curtains wide, grabbed the balloon and took one look at those pleading faces and went inside snapping the curtains shut taking the balloon inside with me.
D and my sister started laughing. Hahahahah. Padan muka.
Okay. Two seconds later I felt a little guilty. I went back outside and saw them still out there. I searched for the least irritating face among them and gave it to her.
“Take. But no scream! Noise. I don’t like!! No scream okay??”
A bunch of nodding heads bobbing up and down. Ye la tu. Like I would believe the five year olds.
The following day same thing. SAME THING! Can you believe it? I thought we had an agreement. Annoying gile okay. D went outside. He started growling at the kids.
“Babe, what are you doing? You sound like a fierce dog.”
“Ni ha..budak-budak ni. Geram la. ”
Of course la kan kena ignore lagi. Like they care or not whether I am able to watch Dirty Sexy Money in peace.
The breaking point was last Friday. Me and sister02 were already dealing with shit when the kids were at it again. At 6pm. Seriously. We walked into the playground and stared upwards. We waited to see where the balloons came from. It was the 9th floor. Unit directly above us. Worst thing was one the balloons got stuck on our window frame and some idiotic fat kid was throwing stones and pebbles in hopes that the balloon would magically dislodge itself and magically float into his fat arms.
I walked to the security guard nearby. I complained.
“Siapa yang baling balloon itu ha??”
”Tingkat 9. Ade badut”
”Badut!!!!!!!!?????”
I couldn’t believe it. There was a real live clown. I was right. I called out to my sister. I told the security to tell her. He did. My sister started to burst out laughing. But really, it was kinda funny. A clown! I got worked up over a clown!
I didn’t see the humor at that time though. I complained to the security the anguish these kids were putting me through. He talked to another member of security. We went up to the 9th floor.
A skinny Chinese guy wearing only boxer shorts answered. He had a shark tooth tied around his neck.
I complained. I told him what happens each time he throws the balloons. And what happens when he doesn’t. He apologized and promised no more balloons. Then I asked him,
“Eh, you clown ka?”
“Ya,ya saya clown”
Hmm.
On the way down, the security asks how come I don’t know the clown. I said I have no kids therefore I see no purpose of the presence of clowns in my life. Unless its Ronald McDonalds. According to him, this is one of the famous clowns and semorang kat KL kenal sama ini badut.
The whole night the kids were at it;
“PLEEEEASE THROWWW BAAAALLOOOOOOONNSSS!!”
No balloons. Hahaha.
Saturday morning, nice and quite. I woke up early. Went outside and took a deep breath. This is nice. Nice and peaceful. Few kids were at the playground playing quietly outside. The suddenly I saw him. The clown! He was in full suit and makeup! Wig and red nose! He was walking quickly across the playground making funny faces at the kids.
I started calling to sister02 excitedly;
"Cepat-cepat!!! Tengokla ni!! Clown semalam tu!!!!! Cepat!! Dia bawak suitcase, saya rasa die nak gi kerje!!”
The kids were excited. Me and sister02 starting pointing excitedly.
Then D’s voice came from the bedroom.
“Kenapa korang pulaaaaak yang excited ni tengok clown niiii..????”
Eii.. so sibuk.
But now as least it’s nice and quite.
Yay.
Oh you know who else lives in my building? That dude from Akademi Fantasia. Yeah the eligible bachelor one.
Yup.
Add D with his bike and we have a circus.
