A quick word from Frank…

 

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I hate my neighbors. The constant cacophony of stupidity that pours from their apartment is absolutely soul-crushing. It doesn’t matter how politely I ask them to practice some common courtesy – they’re incapable of comprehending that their actions affect other people. They have a complete lack of consideration for anyone else, and an overly developed sense of entitlement. They have no decency, no concern, no shame. – Frank

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10 Responses to A quick word from Frank…

  1. Dystopian Chan says:

    You are living in a giant mental institution with a casino in the centre. Psychopaths understand only carrots and sticks. Nothing else will work on them.

  2. Buck says:

    This is not exactly the right thread (sorry Dudley), but having just gotten off a long haul flight, I want to say something about mainlanders who fly. What the fuck is up with those morons? First, the check in counter: these goons barge in and make queues of their own. What was a single queue now doves off into two queues Then, if there is chaos at an immigration counter, you can be sure a buzz cut, broken-toothed, cigarette stinking, Gucci-covered mainlander will be in the thick of it. Next comes duty free shopping. A family of mainlanders, spread across 100 metres, somehow still manage to carry out a conversation with each other. Thanks guys. I really need that noisy shit. Then, god help us, boarding time. Why on earth do these goons queue up before boarding calls are made? They really want to be first on board for a 12 hour flight? Then, once on the plane, we have the “spinners”: the mainlanders standing in the isle of the plane, holding everyone up, because they are unable to figure out where their seat is. And if you are unlucky enough to have one of these uncivilized fools sitting behind you, be prepared for your seat to be yanked back every time they stand up. Finally, after 12 hours flying,…the plane lands. Those mainlanders cant wait to bounce out of their seat (before the fasten seat belt sign is turned off) and stand up in the isle……for 15 minutes. Why? Why? Why?
    Selfish, boorish cunts.
    Nuff said.

  3. Buck says:

    You wrote it much better than me, Dudley. It’s comforting to know that I’m not the only uncomfortable one.
    Back to the topic of neighbours. Having had a guts full of always having noisy cunts living above me for the past two decades, I finally moved into the top floor (level 10). On level 9 (below me, obviously) I hear the faint noise of a piano well after 11pm. It doesn’t bother me at all, but thank God I’m not “the one living underneath the piano” anymore. But just to offer some suport to the good tenants on level 8, I have taken up indoor basketball. I’ve got my kids interested in it too. Fuck it feels good. Really, really good.
    I’m a cunt? Yeah. HK has made me like this.

  4. It was an ok post. Seemed funnier then.

    20 years. Long time Buck.

  5. Buck says:

    My first two years here were fantastic. Amazing. Years three to five were very good. Years six to ten were good. Years eleven to fifteen were just “meh”. Years sixteen to now have been hell. It’s the mainlanders. At first they were just a few tourists. Then they became a flood of tourists. Now they are your colleagues, your neighbors, your waiter, your dentist, your doctor. They are in the malls, in your kids’ schools, in your face. They dont just shop amongst us, they live amongst us.

    HK people are laughable. They are pussies. They are a joke that I can shrug off. But mainlanders are a different story altogether.

  6. Ah right yeah. It’s out of control.

  7. Anonymous says:

    in a few years time, there will be more Mainlanders than locals living here.

  8. Cat's Eye says:

    Hong Kongers may think they’re light years ahead of Mainlanders, but they’re really not. Yes, they are “pussies” but sometimes that’s even more frightening than the boorish Mainlanders. And, sadly, I’ve witnessed plenty of Westerners who I would put in the same categories. Maybe they were always this way or maybe they became this way living here. I complain, but I know there’s an end in sight for me. Others who complain and live here decade after decade I don’t understand, maybe they truly have no choice.

    I’m trying really, really, hard to not reduce myself to either level. I would like to leave Hong Kong with my sanity and my values intact, but it’s becoming more difficult.

    We have a piano upstairs and have been up there to complain. Third time we threatened legal action and it’s gotten much better. And, door slammers. Never live in a walk up again.

  9. Buck says:

    You are kind of right about “no choice”, Cat’s Eye. In my job I need to have an International flavour on my CV, and hence I have worked in many countries prior to HK. But unfortunately I’ve been in HK so long that I’m now considered “local’ by the global employment market in my industry. I’m tarred with the HK brush. I’m locked in. My only hope now is to save enough HKDs to retire early, and then get out.

    That said, everything is a choice.

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