Annoyed

For those who didn't know why I skipped school yesterday, you can come to my house. AND SEE IT YOURSELF. You will see people doing some of the so-called 'traditional funeral procession' IN FRONT OF MY HOUSE WHICH INCLUDES drumming (imagine the lion dance) and opera performances that sounded more like a celebration instead of a funeral procession. Well, the drumming thingy sounded SO GAY I actually thought that they were celebrating Chinese New Year. Okay, I don't really care about what dialect they speak, or where they came from, but hey, do they mourn for the dead like THAT? You just can't believe what I saw! They are not mourning for the dead, they are celebrating some kind of stupid festives! And now they are happily having a feast, laughing and enjoying themselves out there! WHAT THE HECK IS THAT?

Let's for a moment, set aside the fact that these inconsiderate people barged the whole lorong as if their ah kong and ah ma owned it. Wait, it's not a lorong, it's a lebuh!! They are killing us, the poor innocent neighbours with all the noise they make 'to solemnize(?) a death' for days!! You know what? It's not the one-hit-or-two kind of noise pollution, it's a constant disturbance!! By 'constant', I'm trying to say, it's been the second day, and this is going to be the second night I'll be suffering from endless insomnia. I wish I can sue them for mental tormenting and make them pay medical fees. And yeah, what about my TV programmes and school works? How are they suppose to compensate for that?

Back to reality, my family and I are civilised citizens with moral values (thx to my ancestors), and are obliged to tolerate their doings although we're kind of pissed off. My car is immobilized because they parked their cars RIGHT OUTSIDE my house and alongside the road as if it is a parking site. They are blocking the way and making life hard for us (not to mention the other road users). Duh, I'm annoyed. Look, I trully understand that I have to give way to their 'ceremonies and rituals' because I have to be 'considerate' and 'respectful to the dead' so that the ghosts don't come and haunt me. That is why I mute myself down to my limits and let them go with their acts. But the thing I don't understand is, why can't THEY be more considerate of the neighbours?? I'm not joking, I've endured for a whole day long but the whole thing just doesn't sound right to me.

It's not like you can do anything you want just because your family member is dead. The neighbours did nothing wrong, you can't simply pull them into the water. And what is it that they are doing anyway? Feasting and playing CNY music to commemorate a death? This is really, really weird.

Now they succeeded, in annoying me. I'm angered, I don't think I can control my temper for long. It's not like me to play quiet when it comes to things like this. But Klang people are extremely unreasonable, probably due to fact that gangsterism is part of life in Klang. It's not a wise decision to pick a fight with these guys, I better shut my mouth up or else they will shut me down (like a computer) for the rest of my life.

p/s: Some of you may not believe about it but let me tell you this, I am not exaggerating, I swear by the name of FUNG MEI QI that what I had typed is the truth, the exact truth and nothing but the truth.


updates : According to my classmates, hitting the drum (as if celebrating CNY) and feasting at the night is a kind of culture practiced by Klang people. Frankly, I am originally from Kelantan and knows no nothing about Klang culture. Things started to make sense, no wonder it sounded so different from those I used to see in my hometown. Let me admit this, I know I shouldn't be complaining too much, but I too, have the right to voice out my dissatisfaction. Whatever it is, it doesn't change the fact that my family and I are under pressure because of their inconsiderate acts!!

By the way, just to keep you up-to-date, the story is (most probably) NOT going to end here. My mum took a peek at the outside several minutes ago and saw the workers restocking the food stocks. She counted the bags and uttered (in horror) that there were 10 bags of rice. It's definitely not going to end in a day or two.