Wake Me Up When September Ends

I'm serious with the title. Although I don't like that song that much by Green Day, it is very appropriate. It's Semptember too. If I had a hand-grenade, I'd throw it on the nearby construction of an ugly house. Yesterday, I woke up because of this racket from the said construction site. It's a policy for Ayala Land and LPHI to prohibit construction during Sundays and if a special permit allowed, it shouldn't generate a lot of noise. Just to let you know, this isn't just hammering and saws, they have friggin grinders. Two to be exact, the other has a higher pitch. They alternate making noise for spans of 30 to 40 seconds with a rest of five seconds. I thought to myself, I'll let them do this just get it done. But even on Sundays? I was so pissed off I drove to their guards, village admins and our village admin to stop it. I'm thinking of substituting hand-grenades with eggs. They crossed the line, my evil plot shall be executed by tonight. <sinister laugh> Die motherfuckers.

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