Today I was very petty. My Benggali neghbours who tortured me with their 4 year renovation job have a way of getting on my nerves.

I know I wasn't acting like a good muslim and turning the other cheek. Must be my perpetual PMS.

When the leaves of my frangipani tree fall onto their side (outside), I don't mind them sweeping it back to mine...BUT when they sweep up THEIR leaves too and chuck it on my side sekali...I get pissed.

So, I separated and picked up all THEIR leaves from that they dumped on my lawn and put it back on their side.

So petty of me, kan? I know.

They are OCD, washing and sweeping from morning to night-time, so I haven't increased their workload in any way, since they sweep every tiny piece as dust and grass daily anyways.

Those idiots have poisoned and tortured the whole neighborhood in their effort to build the perfect house for 4 years. And left cracks and all on my walls from their repeated demolitions of their contractor's work because they were't satisfied. (They never are/were). Got their contractors to spray shellac ALL their almost 15 doors in their compound and left a film of varnish all over the neighboorhood and my kids lungs and my car and my windows, because they were disgustingly selfish and uneducated on the dangers. They werent living there anyway that time. Jerks. Something that should have been done in the factory, they did in a residential area and the authorities turned a blind eye.

And they created a washing area on the SECOND floor behind...resulting in their dirty wash water dumped below onto others' back areas. Everyone washes clothes on the ground floor, except for these jokers. Jakuns.

Malaysia. The land of anything goes. No rules, no laws are sacrosanct.

And oh...their kid kept banging on his metal play pot the whole day yesterday and today and every other day while I'm trying to work...and so...I cranked up some rock and roll real high, till the other neighbours car alarms went off. That sent home the message. Maybe I will do that when the other neighbour's dog starts barking non-stop again the whole night because the bloody owners won't let it sleep inside.

I'm feeling real evil today.

Satan is having a field day with me. I'm not being a good Vice-Chair of the residents' association.

More like the Chairman of Vice.