Halloween 2011

I look forward to Halloween tomorrow even though I am much too old for trick or treating. For those who have outgrown tick or treating, there's always the Halloween party where one can dress up in a fancy costume and still have fun. I do look forward to attending one (even though I have never been to one before) but tomorrow, I am looking forward to coming back from work and parking my fat ass in front of the TV to watch the Simpsons Halloween Marathon. It only comes once a year and I am thrilled with the randomness of the Simpsons although in my opinion, Family Guy is even more random!

There's really nothing too amusing on satellite TV this weekend to help me get into the Halloween mood but I did find some classic 80s horror movies such as Poltergeist and Nightmare on Elm Street, so I spent the last two nights watching them. Tonight, the third instalment of Poltergeist will be airing in about half an hour so I shall be quick to end this post.

This year, my online Halloween persona will be Barrel from Tim Burton's The Nightmare Before Christmas although I like to call him 'the skeleton boy'. He looks eerily cute with that pale round face with sunken eyes and an extra wide grin.

My neighbours are idiots

I am rather unfortunate to be living next door to inconsiderate neighbours. Early this morning at 6am, the neighbour two houses away let off some fire crackers. Do they not think that the rest of the neighbourhood is still asleep at that hour since today is a public holiday? Imagine being woken up by the sound of explosives going off with a BANG BANG BANG!!! I thought there was a war at my door step and shot straight up out of bed! Next, at just after 8am, I was awoken again but this time by the irritating knocking of a hammer on the walls. My next door neighbour on the right was making some repairs to the house. Isn't 8am still a bit too early for some hammering? And no, it's not just a couple of intermittent knocks but it lasted for about half an hour. And now at around 9.30pm, my next door neighbour on the left is burning pieces of paper in her backyard and stinking the air with the putrid smell of ash and smoke. Sometimes I think I live next door to selfish, uncivilised barbarians and I am at a loss when plotting my revenge. Should I blast the speakers to Lady Gaga songs at 2am just to get even with them? Or should I throw rotten eggs into their compounds? Ahh... vengeance is sweet! On a positive note, I think I might look forward to the day we shift to our semi-D in an expensive suburb where the property costs at least RM1 million and most neighbours drive a luxury vehicle.