Sunday, September 12, 2004 @ 11:17
number fifty-seven
There she was again. Smoking at the window and blabbering loudly on her mobile phone.
For the past few months, twenty-four hours per day, seven days a week, I would see her at her window, doing her daily routine of smoking and talking on her phone. Talking? I don't think so. It's more like shouting into the machine. And it is when she's speaking that I will feel relieved. On the other times, she would just stand at her window and smoke her cigarette. What she does while smoking? Peer into houses. My house in particular. Stare into my bedroom. Look at my kitchen from her nest across my flat.
Streaky dyed-blonde hair, plump face, the most horrible voice, the Fat Lady would carry on her daily routine of invading my privacy.
One night, I caught her looking into my bedroom as I prepared to sleep. Frusfration overcame me. While drawing the curtains, I flashed my middle finger at her for about fifteen seconds before pulling the curtains to a shut. Her reaction was unknown to me behind the curtains, but the moent of defiance strengthen me. It would not be the last time I made my anger known to the woman who watches me.
"The Fat Lady is looking again." I muttered to my mother in the kitchen. Dinner was almost ready and I was setting the table.
"Just don't look back at her la. Or else there will be a misunderstanding then it will not be so nice." my mohter replied.
Grumbling to myself, I followed her instrustions, only till the end of dinner.
While washing the dishes, she was still at her window, eyeing me. Cigarette glowing in her hand, she took a puff, eyes never leaving my kitchen. My irritation grew.
Grabbing a towel hanging on the chair, I hung the cloth on the window frame with two clothes pegs. Another act of defiance. After I hung the towel, I poked my head under it and gave the Fat Lady a long hard stare.
I will not take this silently anymore. One day, the Fat Lady shall pay.
so come on, tell me.