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!
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