I had an attack of vertigo yesterday so I just lay down on my
bed almost the whole day.
The culprit to my vertigo? Terrible lack of sleep. The culprit to my terrible lack of sleep? My bastar—, er,
videoke-loving neighbors.
The torture began at the morning of December 24, around
ten, I immediately cringed when I heard the familiar female machine voice
counting which was immediately followed by a man belting out an Aegis song from
the house nearby.
Hito ako, basang-basa sa olan
Walang maseselongan, walang malalapetan
Sana'y may loha pa, akung mailoloha
At ng mabawasan ang aken kalongkotan
It was followed by a barrage of ear-piercing renditions of songs
by Renz Verano, April Boys, Marco Sison,
Parokya Ni Edgar, Journey, Air Supply, Eraserheads—no Pink Floyd,
darn! At around four in the afternoon, another neighbor decided to join the
fray and started videoke-ing loudly, too.
The playlist, though, was different: Lady Gaga , Sia, Ed Sheeran, Katy
Perry, Maroon 5 (still, no Pink Floyd, darn!) but most of the them still
horribly out of tune.
Iiiii'm gonnah swing from the chandelier, from the
chandelieeeerrrhh
Iiii'm gonna live like tomorrow doesn't exist
Like it doesn't exiiiishhst
That moment when you wanna hang somebody by the neck from
a chandelier.
The cruel noise pollutants went on nonstop until the wee
hours of Christmas Day.
They were
celebrating wildly like Jesus was their son and God ordered them to party hard and loud. It’s
like only them had the right to celebrate the occasion. They stopped, I think,
around five in the morning, and I was still awake by then. But these terribly
inconsiderate neighbors still weren’t through: the celebration continued at
around seven in the evening and stopped, I think, at around four in the
morning and continued the next day. It’s like Jesus himself went into their houses and requested some
killer versions of some Bon Jovi songs.
Shot through the heart
And yur to blim
Darleng, yu give love a bad nim!
I know that there’s an occasion and the atmosphere’s
festive but is it really hard to be a little considerate? Is turning the volume
of your videoke machine a little down really hard to do? Is it really obligatory that
your innocent neighbors be a captive audience to your concert?
And why wouldn’t they sing “My Way” anymore?
Probably time to outlaw this
bothersome machine from every neighborhood.
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