About the Bombs That Gave Us Heart Attack

pa rap parrap pap parrap pap pap...

Our neighbour on our left is a small family. Father's late 30s, couldn't remember if he's an architect or interior designer. Malaysian who studied in the States, and came back married with a Laos lady. Mother's the Laos lady, slim and very pretty, quite friendly too. They have 3 kids, the eldest son was born in the States, and is now 13 years old. The two younger daughters I'm not pretty sure. Never am quite close to them anyways.

When they first moved in half a decade ago, we were still talking then. We still visited each other on CNY, ah well, that was only for the first two years. Later on, the father asked Dad to share the payment to turn the fence that seperate our houses into a complete cement wall. We used to have wooden planks as the divider fence. But turning it into a complete wall, as how Mum and Dad agreed upon, would block the air flow. But nevertheless, the father insisted anyways. A few months later, he fenced up the entire back lawn with zinc roof. We were quite annoyed with them already then. We wondered what did we do as to annoy them that much... It's not like we didn't make any attemps to be nice to them. But we still maintain that smile on our face when they drove pass our house.

It was later on after a while that, Mum noticed the dog climbed underneath the 'zinc roof' fence into our back yard and peed around the garden. Dad attempted to block the dog hole with bricks and after a few attempts in vain, we were totally irritated, and we sealed it off with some bricks and more wire fences. And that stopped the dog. We were pretty much tired with their dog already then. The father let it lose whenever they go out working, and never did make any effort to cover up that hole even though we've complaint to them a lot of times before. And since they started the brick walls, we were drifted apart. We're like, the cold neighbours. *sniggering*

Right, enough about the critic... Oh wait, it's still about that! *LOL*

2 days before CNY, we heard bombs. *BOOOOOOMB* The entire house were shaking. Serious. I'm not bluffing. And we were suspecting it's the naughty #(@*&(*&#$ kid next door. Pardon me, we were very angry with them then. And since then on, we heard the bombs every now and then. Morning, afternoon, evening, even at night. *Blardy hell*

wine anyone?

CNY eve, we got home from gram's house earlier. While trying to watch the CNY show on TV, our peace were disrupted by drops of bombs after bombs. I got so mad I nearly took a knife and slit tha kid's throat. It was bad enough there were crackers blurping from the entire neighbourhood, but it's plain rude to have bombs. I mean, I can tolerate crackers, it's the CNY, we all love the noise this time of the year, but bombs? Nooooooo.... And I'm not kidding. Those seriously were not crackers.

On the 2nd day of CNY, while staying in my room trying to read, Sis rushed up and went through my room for the balcony. Surprised, I followed her out. What's wrong? I asked. Didn't you hear that atomic bomb? Didn't you even smell that? A while later, Dad followed, "anything?"

Now really. That kid has gone overboard. As much as we were trying to be good neighbours, and as much as we wanted to be nice during the CNY, that huge a bomb is giving us all heart attacks. Mind you, the whole house were shaking as if there's an earthquake! I mean, no, not that we ever experienced a quake before, but the glass doors were shaking, the floor were trembling, and the TV receptions went haywired for 2 seconds. How bad can that go?!

But being nice fella that we were, we didn't called the cops. Or went over and chop off his penis. Or spray his fence with paints for that matter. We were being nice. And we still wanted the noise when it's CNY. Crackers and fireworks. Bombs were intolerable. Blergh

About one of the reasons I heart Home...

Ah well, then and that again, it's CNY. Live the noise and take the heart attacks, it's still better than the quiet atmosphere in Subang. *LMAO*