Construction yard

A bit of background history first :

We moved into our new house, April 2007, which was just completed in a newly developed residential community. Which meant that back then, we were one of the first inhabitants of our street with barely any neighbours (almost like a deserted city). Ofcourse slowly but surely the other occupants moved in. But it's a trend here that before moving in, nearly each and every owner has his or her own idea of his/her ideal house, which means that parts of the 'new' house have to be demolished and reconstructed (we also did it by extending our kitchen a few feet further back towards the back alley, just some minor works). Still can follow? (One might wonder why go through all this hassle, buying a mint, properly-built house with hard-earned money and reconstructing it with more hard-earned bucks, the logic of this is a bit mind puzzling, 'cos with the money that some dudes have spent on reconstructing their property, they could have purchased themselves a bungalow).

Currently : Up until a month ago, we didn't have neighbours, but ofcourse this was sure not to last. One of the houses next to us finally found a buyer and the dude looks friendly enough and as expected he intended to do some 'works'. Fine by us.
Doh, 'works' he said?! They've been at it for 2 weeks already, and it is slowly turning into a massive face-lift if you ask me. Which also means all kinds of imaginable, loud noises associated with a construction yard. No wonder that my blood pressure has gone up, enduring frequent bouts of headache and as a result of all that a temper on a short fuse, don't know 'bout the rest of the 'family' here but it certainly isn't health promoting.

And coincidentally a few weeks ago we received a flyer from the management prohibiting peeps from performing renovation works on Sundays and Public holidays and also prohibiting 'workers' from sleeping at the 'premises'. But this is Malaysia, where rules are meant to be broken.......and ofcourse the guys next-doors do work on Sundays and public holidays and they do stay overnight. Should I report this case to the 'authorities' or should I act as if my nose bleeds? This dude is going to be my long-term neighbour after all, I better swallow some panadol and keep my mouth shut.

Phew, luckily we're off for holidays in a few weeks time, and hopefully by the time we come back, the 'noise' will have abated by then. Just let aunty Lily and the maids bear the brunt of the noise, poor them.