  That's the bloody title of one of my business partners' latest emails. A preview of that e-mail: "I have just recieved your 2nd letter to my late clients' son Mr XXXXXX forwarded to my honourable desk. " Um.... honourable desk. The stupid internet connection was down from 4pm until just now in my area.
This is just fucking stupid. This is just retarded. I woke up from my afternoon nap drooling. And then I watched a couple of Simpsons episodes at home, and I bum-ded at G's to watch more cable TV. Love Discovery. Oh, I still remember the time Maya brought a tape recording of a documentary on the Mayans to Mavis klazzz and Arthur + Kenneth + me had a field day. Woo, boredom. I really like it though. Tomorrow F and I are going to wake up at seven and watch the old folk dancing to the commands of a female voice saying "inhale, exhale" many many times and eat at the nearby hawker centre or something.
And if I can, try to remember where they sell the most damn tasty soybean milk in the entire estate. If I don't sleep too late... 
