Thursday, September 21, 2006
love thy neighbour (not)
my neighbours never said hello to us. the balding man in his fifties with a young son i saw in the lift turned out to be the occupants of 115 and i only saw them once.the other day, a grumpy old lady walked out of 115 at 3am; threw dirty looks at weizhi and quentin and started rambling on about "a giggly girl's laughter" that kept her awake for three consecutive nights.
the next day, in an ill-fated coincidence, quentin met her in the lift. she stared- even when he said hello.
and two days ago, chris said a middle-aged woman stared at him as he entered my apartment - before he can say hello.
so staring is the new hello? they suppose staring will ease the racial tension and even since our neighbourly ties are just hanging by the moment.
and now besides establishing that the weird neighbours are an old retired couple staying with a mother with a young child or maybe otherwise, we are ostracised for being rowdy neighbours with frequent active nocturnal happenings and then condemned for being yellow-skinned, black-haired and just plain asians.
tell me why is it that i dreamt of australian dollars - of twenties and yellow fifties, not blue.
fuck at 3:34 PM