Insipid Insomniac

In the name of Allah, The Most Gracious, The Most Merciful.

It took me a good while, with clenched fist, before I could type this out. For those of you who followed my Insta-Stories, you know that I’ve been roughed up for the past few weeks but even more so in the past few days by very inconsiderate upstairs neighbours.

Long story short, constant thumping throughout the day but worst during after hours.

I can clearly remember at least two occasions where I was woken up by the thumping.

So two days ago, my husband called the non-emergency police hotline. The noise was not any better but at least more controlled.

But I’m assuming they thought the police warning was an empty threat because just now they really pissed my husband off.

He was so pissed that he took a chair to hit the ceiling. Ya know, warning hits.

From his past experience, it would usually shut them up.

But wow, just now, evil just got bolder. They hit back sia. My husband hit again. Wow, hit back again.

So of course he rang the police.

We assumed the police visited when there was a sudden silence. Just dead silence.

It lasted for a good 30 minutes maybe before the fuckers went at it again but thankfully, it wasn’t prolonged.

Hopefully they sent a fierce cop to shut them up for good.

And apparently, as the police told us over the phone, we are actually allowed to call the cops on neighbours who make persistent noises to the point of being a nuisance… at any time of the day. Even if it is plain broad daylight, afternoon, or what may have you.


So, back to the title of my post, I think I’m turning into an insomniac. I wouldn’t say I’m traumatised but I think it’s more of me being on edge, trying to figure out how to best resolve this, and maybe most of all, secretly trying to capture the noises.

Weirdly, it has been a mammoth task trying to gather evidence. It’s like trying to get decent paranormal activity footage.

Evil can be really elusive, huh?

At this point, I’m just happy that I have a lot of time to recalibrate my systems back to normalcy. Imagine having to return to work in a week’s time with this kind of problem and me finding it extremely hard to feel at peace when trying to fall asleep. I can’t, if I’m in that situation, I really can’t.

I did my research and apparently, they can be fined up to $1000. I hope that the dead silence from the second police visit means they have been slapped with a fine of some sort. First times are usually warnings, right? Very funny, right, when policemen show up at your door at 3am in the morning? Not so funny when you have to pay up to a grand now, right?

Hais, well, I have complained about them throwing water out of their kitchen window onto our aircon ledge and laundry rails. That was quite effective. They’ve stopped. I have complained about them throwing rubbish out of their kitchen window and onto our aircon ledge and kitchen ledge. That was quite effective too. It still happens every now and then but so far we usually poke out any rubbish on the ledge so that it won’t accumulate anymore. Then I actually complained about the noise to town council. Not very effective. I used the OneService app, which got redirected to HDB. Not very effective either. In fact, we were advised to tolerate because, ya know, flat life. Called the police, first time, seemed like not effective. Called the second time, better than previous round.

So I think right now my mind is just bursting with the infinite imaginative possibilities and scenarios that results in my inability to sleep.

And I feel like I’m losing a good sense of myself because of this. Because while I’m trying to be a good person, the dark side of me really hates those muthafucka’s guts.

Also it doesn’t help that I’ve watched Peaky Blinders. It’s bringing out the gangsta in me. Lol.

One of the more powerful scenes for me. Gangster or not, when they found out that the orphanage they were funding had abused children, especially children of colour until it led to suicide, they really went in and get at them nuns. You have to watch the clip uninterrupted and preferably with ear/headphones in order to fully enjoy the impact.

It actually reminds me of Borderlands 2’s Brick’s foolproof method of punching…. I PUNCH THE PROBLEM.

And Allah is Al-Muhyi, The Giver of Life. – MM


Author: Metropolitan Muslimah

Born 1989. Female. Metropolitan Muslimah. Songstress. Teacher in the Early Childhood Care and Education sector in Singapore. Gooner since the signing of Mesut Özil on 2 September 2013. We won two back-to-back FA Cups since. Made my first trip to the Emirates on 10 May 2015 followed by my first home game against Swansea City on 11 May 2015, which we lost 0-1.

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