The aircon generator decided to die on us this Halloween's Day. Either that or the security guard forgot to switch it on.

This sucks.

I hate the feeling of dead air. Imagine all the windows are closed and there is no sound of any kinda movement. Yeah, the radio and the fan are switched on. Still. Aircon, man. Where are you ?

These few days I can really empathise with a scratching post. Man, the battle scars ranges from my upper arms to my hands and my calves. Oh, 2 fresh tracks on my ring finger and pinkie of my left hand. One piece of advice, never ever antoganise a sleeping or pissed off cat. You WILL pay !