Neighbours (02/01/2012)

reading the 10 commandments the one morning, I realise that there are some commandments that surely can not possibly apply to me. The one about loving your neighbour especially. My neighbours are cool people really, for the sole reason that there is someone occupying neighbouring houses and it would just be totally weird if we were the only family in the neighbourhood although more often than not, I do prefer the latter, sure it sounds cruel, but I will explain.

They never sleep, not ever. They put their DVD speakers outside and play house music all day long, I swear this habit would not be half as irritating if it was not house music. And yes, I am not afraid to admit that I would probably like them better if they played some Hillsong or some dignified genre of music. I have absolute no respect for people who make profit from producing such rubbish, no really. Dont get me started on those who remix songs and push them as their own creation *side eyes a well known South African DJ*. My neighbours strongly believe that sharing is indeed caring. There is abseloutely nothing off limits with my neighbours from your favourite bikini top to teabags and ice cubes. Drinking sprees on the weekend, and borrowing taxi fare on Monday morning. Normal people feel weird enouh about borrowing money, but no not my neighbours, there is always room for more borrowed items.