There's no such thing as being "neighborly"

Moved into a house a couple of months ago, after living in an awful apartments for 2 years.  What joy I had when we got the keys to a house.  Hoping that this new environment will be better than it was, I spoke too soon.
The first couple of nights where horrible.  At midnight, the neighbors' phone would ring, and all of a sudden a flood of Chinese would be pouring out of the house, into the bedroom where my boyfriend and I slept, and probably out into the street.  It was excruciating!  At midnight of all hours!  By the third night we had enough.  After arguing with my boyfriend that this isn't right and it's so inconsiderate, we put on our slippers and marched next door.  Mind you that the only thing you can hear are the wind and loud Chinese.  We banged on the side of the house.  A young boy, under 25 answered the door.  We implored that his mom is way too loud and that it's late in the night.  The boy yells out, "Mom!  The neighbors said that you're too loud!" A small old chinese lady comes to the door, with a cordless phone and says "sorie, I'm on long distance with China."  Oh my god!  My boyfriend repeats that she's too loud.  She says sorie (sorry) again and we leave.  I hope too much, for I had thought that THAT would be the end of it.
Throughout the short months of us living in this house and area, it had gotten worse.  Our landlord was fixing up another house behind us for another tenant.  The noise of power tools didn't really bother me for some odd reason.  One day while hanging clothes, my boyfriend and I hear from next door, "IM HOME NIGGAH!  IM HOME!!  YEAH!!"  Apparently it was the young boy who answered the door when we told his mom to shut the fuck up.  Perplexed and feeling my blood pressure rise, I wanted to throw a rock at the house.  And I'm not African American.  But if we were, would have dropped kicked his ass and he would stay down because he would knocked the fuck out.  It was ok because our landlord was here. Unfortunately he didn't hear the "chiggah" for I think he doesn't even know what niggah is.  My boyfriend goes over and tells him what had happened.  He comes back and says that the landlord is going over to the house.  Oh good, now I can hang my clothes in peace.  A few minutes later I hear the garble of Chinese and a car leaving.  Oh, so they leave.  Good I guess?  No, of course not.
One night, my boyfriend and I come home after having dinner, and we see the husband that lives next door.  Guess he was taking a night stroll around the block.  My boyfriend sees him and says "hello."  The man just smiled.  "Do you speak English?"  Shakes his head, and walks away into the house.  Oh great!  God knows how long he has been living on the island, and doesn't know a spot of English!??
After a course of yelling and arguing, we decided to write them a letter.  The son knows English, so hopefully he would translate it to his parents.  The letter consisted of us explaining that we would want to live in a peace full area and that if the arguing continues, we will be forced to record and call the police on them.  The next morning, my boyfriend slips the letter in the mailbox as the old man watched for he was confused on why this white man is putting something in the mailbox.
We had thought that it got through to them that we weren't playing around about the noise issue.  A couple of times I would hear yelling and then a SHHHHHHH after.  Didn't matter, I hit record on my iphone.  But what happened next really drove me up the wall.
It was about 6:30 pm and were finishing up on dinner, when all of a sudden loud Chinese erupted from next door.  You got Chinese mixed with F bombs left and right.  Our living room window can see right through the boys room.  I go over and I see him go in his room all frustrated, throwing his hands up in the air and looking at the ceiling.  He goes out again and more Chinese and F bombs come out.  Oh that's it!!  Though, after arguing with my boyfriend to finally call the cops, he reluctantly dialed 911.  While the noise continued I hit record on my iphone and set it on the window jalousie.  I walked away attempting to get ready to take a shower.  When I was done, I didn't hear anything.  I got dressed and went into the living room again.  Being frustrated with my boyfriend that he didn't want to call the cops in the first place, because I DONT KNOW, and saying what was the point of writing that letter anyway?  As I walked to the kitchen I see 2 cars with blue lights park in front of our house.  Oh, they actually came!  The police actually came!  (Where were you in the area that I was living in before, when I called you guys saying that the neighbors' kid is throwing crap at house?  WHERE THE FUCK WERE YOU!??)
2 cops walk over next door.  KNOCK KNOCK.  For a moment I was praying, and I don't pray, that this would the be final act of the toxic Chinese family.   Having the authorities tell them to stop and keep it down.
It went well for a while.  Until I got a alarm clock of loud Chinese talking.  My boyfriend had left for work in the morning already, but I immediately called him and exploded on the phone.  "What the fuck?  It's not even 10 and she talking loud.  I don't need a fucking alarm clock with her talking.  Chinese people don't give a fuck if they are talking loud.  Here's the thing, YOU AINT IN CHINA ANYMORE!  Do you even know what time it is?  Do you even know how fucking close our houses are?  I guess not, because you guys are fucking stupid!"  I see the old lady walk around the house.  "Can you keep it down please?"  She ignores and continues to walk into the house.  "Oh my god, she just fucking ignored me like she doesn't know English.  What the fuck is your problem?  We can fucking hear you, and I know that YOU can fucking hear me!"  I'm ranting on the phone with my boyfriend when all of a sudden the old man appears from the back door.  He's eating papaya from a huge bowl, just looking at me. "Oh hey, can you tell your wife she's too loud.  Do you know what time it is?  I guess not huh?!"  He stares at me like I'm the crazy one.  He turns around, walks in the house, and closes the door.
What the fuck!??
Here's the thing.  We just moved in, didn't have time to do the intro with everyone.  But with all this going on, I don't want to anymore.  I wonder how the other house on the other side of the Chinese feel about them yelling everyday.  I guess they don't care, because they don't want to be "rude" and being "niele". Nosy for people who don't know Hawaiian, and I'm not even Hawaiian!
I have Chinese blood in me, mixed with Filipino and Spanish.  I know that Spanish have high blood, and I know that Chinese have it too.  I forgot to mention that my father is also living with us.  He can relate on how loud Chinese people can be.  His grandmother was full Chinese for Christ sake.  But he isn't the type to go out side and tell people how it is.  Oh no, that's for me to do, though he gets upset when I do.  I'm not trying to be a tyrant and want to point fingers at anyone, but if you're loud, I'm going to tell you to shut the hell up.  We all don't need to know what issues you have in your house or your life.  It gets to a point where people NEED to be told to be considerate of others.  But then people don't like being told what to do.  Fine.  I will continue to call the cops on my neighbors when I hear arguing along with F bombs.  I really don't care if I get stink looks from them when I go out side my house.  I am not wrong when I called the cops on them.  It shows that I'm fed up with the bullshit they pull every day.  I'm not playing around.  To be honest, this whole house and area is half the reason why I'm on medication.  I would like to slap her in the face with my medication bill, because all this stress is killing me.  Here's the thing, when she starts going ape shit, I so hope she has a heart attack and dies!  But in all seriousness, I don't feel comfortable here.  I don't care if people tell me, "Chinese people talk loud, it's how they are!"  Ok.  So, criminals can go around killing people, because that's how they are?
There is no such thing as being neighborly anymore.
I feel that there is some kind of force that follows me where ever I go.  Maybe this is karma telling me, "I don't give a fuck what you do, I'm going to fuck your life in any shape or form!"  Thanks a lot Karma.  No wonder you're a fucking bitch!

What a way to annoy me.

So, Dragon lady is sitting out side of her house (our living room side), yappin away for 2 hours to China.  What a way to annoy me huh?  You have every fucking rite to talk on the phone.  But you have no fucking rite to talk where we are in.  The houses are so close together, I could swear that they can hear us fart next door.  But here is the thing; why talk on this side of the house?  To annoy the shit out of me?  You feel that the neighbors on the opposite side don't need to hear your ugly ass grabber?  Possibly.  So much for thinking that she has took some pills and doesn't yell anymore.  But she needs something to realize, that the houses are too close to each other, AND WE ALL CAN HEAR HER!  Since moving here, it's been nothing but bullshit and horrible things.  The house is nice.  Small, but nice.  The only things I can't stand is, is that I'm fucking surrounded by ESL!  If you come to a country that is not your own, you fucking learn the language.  Don't assume that people here talk the way you do and understand.  You're in the wrong ass area!

So much for trying to relax back in the valley.  Have to come back to bullshit anyway.  

Have compassion! Karma is going to come back to you!

Karma already has me on speed dial.  This is how I express my anger and frustration with people;  I rant, I swear, I yell, I take a pic or two, and bash them.  I really don't care if they "don't know what they are doing" bit.  If no one is telling them, how are they going to know?
I had to honk and yell at some girl wearing a truckers hat, driving a Pilot.  Why did I honk and yell at her?  Because she was texting and driving at the same time.  With all the PSA's that people make on TV or on radio, NO ONE IS FUCKING LISTENING!  I really don't care if I took a pic of her car's plate and posted it.  I hope someone on my friends list recognize it and tell her, "Hey, saw your car on ********, you shouldn't be texting and driving at the same time."  I remember watching morning news and they were showing that people still text and drive, with the camera showing their faces in their car, with their phone up to their face.  Good job TV station camera guy!  You just caught 4 people texting and driving on the morning news and would possibly be aired on the night news.  So, if karma is going to come back for people who do things to strangers, is the camera guy suffering?  Probably not.  He's doing everyone a favor and showing these people, who he caught on camera, doing something that "you're not supposed to be doing".

I didn't know that compassion is like a religion;  either you got it don't.  HAHA  I don't know, these past couple of days I've seen posts about people being mean to each other and that the people who are being mean, should be crucified because they are being mean.  So there's only ONE side to the story?  What about the person "being mean"?  What are they feeling from their end?  I should know.  I say what is wrong, but people don't give a fuck on what I say because I'm "so mean".  What I say about people or the situation, people think that I'm making trouble or being the "old mean lady".  There's a reason for everything.  Doesn't matter if you're compassionate or not.  It's ok for people to NOT agree on what YOU say.  It's NOT OK to blame people like us, that we aren't helping the situation.  We are!  We are telling you from OUR point of view.  I'm going to take the recent news about a kid who died from doing the Back To The Future bit on his skateboard.  He was being towed from the behind.. something happened.  He fell, went to the hospital, he's dead now.  Yes it is very tragic, but what the fuck made him do it?  Drugs?  Alcohol?  Being so stupid, that he ends up being dead?  Possibly all three factors here.  I do not give the sympathy card to stupid people.

I am entitled to my own god damn opinion about things, and so are others.  But I don't give a fucking rats ass when you call me "rude" or "mean".  That's your opinion.  Thank you very much for that.  As for you, I don't fucking care.

So what if your baby is on board...

You know those stickers that people put on their car, the "Baby On Board" ones?  Well this morning I saw one on the back of a red Highlander.  It was probably from one of those Asian places, because what it appeared to be either Korean or Chinese, I'm guessing was the translation of "Baby on Board Please Pass It".  Huh?  Pass what?  Your baby?  Besides having my "just woken up" brain trying to decipher what the hell does the sticker mean, I thought, 'wait..  You people drive like maniacs with your children in the car with you or not'.  I've seen parents in all types of cars weaving in and out of traffic, tailgating, speeding, and thinking that they can drive onto the sidewalk when making a left turn on South King St. and Victoria St.  I don't think the Toyota Camry that you drive will save your children in the back seat when you decide to speed and try to take over a bus just because you don't want to wait while it picks up people.  What are the chances of your Escalade rolling over when you try to beat the red light when turning a corner?  I'm sure your children will be having some emotional issues when they grow older.  Maybe be too afraid of driving because Mommy and Daddy are wackos behind the wheel.  Or mimic the same way you drive.  How the hell did you all get your driver's licence anyway?  From a Cracker Jack Box?

Get off this campus.

These are the guys in talking about.  Getting mad because we told them to leave.  Then saying we should call campus security instead of being confrontational.  If they would just have packed up and leave instead of getting in our faces we don't have to be confrontational.  It's bullshit that there isn't any skate parks near here.  Fucking Google that shit and take your video skating orgy somewhere else.

Nothing better to do

I can't recall when skateboarding became so popular again.  All of a sudden everyone has one, weaving in and out of crowds and destroying property just so they can do their armature tricks.  Been seeing a lot of these assholes on campus.  The only time I don't see someone riding a skateboard, when they are waiting for a light to change at a crosswalk, and then get back on it to skate across the street.  It has gotten to the point where they skate on the street.  Should stick blinkers on their asses because we don't know what direction they going to turn at.  What really gets me is when they break property to do their tricks.  Breaking be benches, moving tables from where they were.  There is a place called a 'skate park'.  Might want to use it some time.  You have the things you need to do, or attempt to, and mimic the professionals.  Unfortunately, no one will sign you up for endorsements because you suck.  You have nothing better to do but to irritate people around you.  I wonder if their parents even care what these kids do nowadays.  Spoiled little brats is what they are.  What has happened to this generation?  What chemical malfunction happened while in the womb?  Or how hard did their head hit the ground when they got dropped?

Mine or Yours?

It's not that I don't like criticism.  The only time I actually will take it in, whether good or bad, was back in school.  I despised writing essays and term papers on subjects that I will never use in my life.  "Compare and contrast the relationship between New Zealand and Africa and determine how much L&P both countries consume in a span of 5 years."  That was totally made up but I did come across those kinds of essay writing.  For those of you who don't know what L&P is, stands for "Lemon & Paeroa", a popular soda in New Zealand that has a medicinal lemon taste (to my 'merican palate) but goes very well with Hokey Pokey ice cream as a float.  Go look up Hokey Pokey ice cream.  Anyway, now that I have expanded your mind a bit, here is my rant.  It's real funny and yet irritating, when people tell me how MY stuff should be.  I am not sorry on how my writing style does not fit in with your sense of writing.  I'm not trying to write a novel or anything, its a BLOG!  I'm not a sheep and will conform on how certain things SHOULD be by someone else.  My blog ain't no place for dictatorship, HAHA!  I didn't ask for help on how my writing style should be, or if my grammar is correct.  I remember the days of Myspace where everyone didn't set their profile to private and just added people for the FS of adding people, and constant comments on how crappy profiles were and that their blogs were so horrible.  Jesus Christ!  I know we have opinions, but some people set the tone as if they are scolding them.  "I'm going to slap your hand if you keep on typing in all caps."  Is this blog mine or yours?  You tell me what to do, doesn't mean I'll do it just because you said it.  I had an ex coworker who would constantly tell people "No no no, this is what YOU should..."  Especially if she attempted to give her take on relationships, when she has 3 kids from 2 different guys and is having issues with her current husband.  Yeah, I'm so going to listen to you!

                                        

Foreign language and college kids

The thought of living in a house instead of an apartment is supposed to be better right? I guess so, unless you have neighbors who don't speak English. Since moving into this house, all I have been experiencing is loud foreign language.  A very toxic Chinese family, where mostly every day is loud Chinese followed by loud swearing.  The swearing is coming from the spoiled sons.  I am not sure why bilingual people mix English with the whatever other language they speak in.  For one, YOU'RE NOT IN CHINA ANYMORE, second, just because you're speaking in another language, doesn't mean jack crap that no one can hear you! Especially if the older father is watering the so called garden they have and his very irritated wife is talking about something before 7:00am.  More worse if its on a Saturday morning.  It has gotten a little better after many dirty looks, yelling back, writing a letter, calling the cops, and then imitate the language if their conversations are heard.  Though, it has started again with a new family that moved in behind us.  What language will be coming out of this house?  Japanese of course!  C'mon!  I live in Hawaii!  It has to be Japanese!  What makes this harder is, it is a single mom with 2 young boys... who JUST moved to Hawaii.  I am not sure how my landlord found her, but I guess it's a sympathy card for the landlords, who are immigrants of China.  (Jesus Christ, Hawaii has gotten worse with this so called melting pot).  Instead of angry Chinese in the morning, its whinny little Japanese boy.  Now, I've taken  Japanese when I was in high school.  I am not fluent but just to get me by.  So is the mom.  She knows just enough English to get by.  I really don't care if her son wakes up cranky at 6:30 in the morning.  I don't care if you woefully plea "It's very hard with two small boys."  I don't give a fuck!!  It's too damn early for any type of noise.  The only noise I can let go, to a point, are the mopeds going up and down my street.  It's not they are constantly revving their engines like they are about to drag race.  (Ok, as I type this, the little boy just started a fit and the mom is just letting it go.  Thanks a lot!)  Here's the thing.  Not only I don't like waking up to whinny kids, I don't like the sound of ball being kicked against the house.  I don't like the sound of running around the houses.  I don't give a shit if you were too damn stupid to fuck twice and still be single.  These are YOUR children.  YOU are the mother.  YOU make your children behave.  If not, I will tell you to keep the noise down.  I will even write in Hiragana for you to understand what the hell I'm trying to say.  Oh no.  What I get is "Oh, it's very hard with two small boys, they like to play" bullshit.  There is a park not even 5 minutes up the street. UTILIZE IT!  That is why this state built them.  For kids to burn off energy and for bums to get drunk and shoot up.  It got to the point where our landlord came knocking on our door at 9:00 pm one night.  Saying that the new neighbor called them asking if she was doing anything wrong about the noise.  Um, yes, she is doing something wrong about the noise.  She ain't telling her kids to shut up!  That got me more angry!  How fucking dare she call upon the landlord because people are telling her to keep it down.  Don't make like YOU'RE the victim here.  Do not make us look like we are being mean to you.  We just ask you to keep the noise down.  Apparently she thinks that we want no noise at all... period!  That would be nice, but it's not going to happen.  I am not loud in the house, neither are my dad and boyfriend.  The only that would be loud is maybe the TV.  But the volume is at level 7.  Can barely hear it from outside.  I'm thinking, 'great!  Close all the windows and doors.  Don't walk to hard, it's too loud.  Don't fart at all, she's going to hear it and complain to the landlord.  I think she is deaf.  For this morning, I hear a squeaking sound that was totally unbearable.  Worse than fingernails on a chalkboard.  I look out the window, and she is, attempting to pump air into a bicycle tire.  For 10 excruciating minutes, I assume the tire is all good.  But OMFG!  I wanted to gauge my eyes out and poke my ears with pencils!  I don't know why this is happening.  All I wanted was to transition to a house and in hopes that the noise level will be down to a minimum.  I guess not.  The universe doesn't want me to relax in a place called home.

My loving boyfriend has acquired a new position at the university.  It is wonderful because he gets paid more than what he was getting at his last job.  Since I am unemployed (because places ONLY want a useless degree to work part time, or just to volunteer), I go to the university and have lunch with him.  The past couple of months while the back house was getting "fixed", the noise of the power tools were taking a toll on me.  So I would stay with my boyfriend at work till the day was done, and the landlord went home for the day.  Now that the house is fixed, but the new neighbors are getting to me, I tend to frequent the campus more.  But just because I am in the safety of being away from the house, doesn't mean it is better.  I am surrounded by college kids.  What makes it worse, they are STUPID!  From riding skateboards on the sidewalk where it is clearly marked with a sigh saying "Walk your wheels" to girls wearing extremely short shorts where they have to constantly dig their poon or ass to get the fabric out, what happened during lunch time kinda tops my opinion about the kids who attend this school.  A bunch of boys were eating lunch a few tables from myself and my boyfriend.  They started laughing hysterically at each other while one of them was holding his iPhone.  (apparently college students have iPhones but can't afford slippers or footwear for I see a lot of them walking barefoot).   The laughter didn't push me over the edge till they started to leave.  As one by one got up, they dragged the chair back in position under the table.  There were 5 of them so 5 chairs being dragged is quite annoying.  One of them started to laugh because he was making so much noise, proceeded to drag the chair slowly.  When he was finally done, I eyed one of his friends and he just smiled at me, unknowingly that I am making a carbon copy of his face, so when I see him and his friends again, I will attempt to make noise by bashing a chair against their heads.  Not only they were being stupid, a worker of the eating area did not do anything to make them stop.  He was just sitting down and texting on his iPhone.  Probably Facebooking "omfg is it 6 o'clock yet?   I wonder if these guys will stop dragging the chairs".  Good lord!  You work here FFS!  Put your phone down, get off your ass, and show some authority.  But then again, he is probably the same age as those punks.  This is why I don't want to attend this school.  I'll murder everyone in the classroom or who walks by me.  I just can't believe that their parents will spend so much money on them to "attempt" to get an education from this school, unknowingly their children are acting like stupid zoo animals with their iPhones and skateboards while they walk barefoot to class.  I wonder if the parents of these idiots had them young and didn't know jack shit how to raise them.  Guess they will get along with my neighbor quite well.  They have something in common with each other.

Intro

Annoyed. Bothered. Irritating. Enraged.

These are the words I frequently use when I'm in a moment. Meaning, when people piss me off. I'm sure that everyone goes through moments in life where you think, "WTF People!?" I sometimes think that it is all on me. That I am the one with this problem of being agitated very easily.  But then again, I am not the only human on this planet.  I do however wonder if these other humans are really animals because they can go crazy like they are in a zoo.  I guess the planet is one big zoo, and either aliens or something spiritual, are looking at us through glass and are totally amused on what they see.

This blog will chronicle the day to day moments of my life.  Either it's happening at home, on the road, or in game.  (In game, I play Wow).  I'm doing this just to show how much stupid people are in this world.

Here's a disclaimer for you readers.

I'm not a racists.  I'm just honest.  HAHA!