They say, Pisceans are the ones with this wonderous thing called ‘intuition’, which brings forth the ’sensitivity’ in them.

I have no idea if that’s true, cos astrology is not one of my beliefs.

Then again, I am not sure how to explain this.

I was watching this afternoon chinese medicine related program(WOO YEAH BABY! I woke up at 1pm this afternoon! I am normal!), which was featuring this preggie lady and how her mother-in-law brewed birds’ nest and ginseng, which would provide lotsa nutrients for the expecting mother-to-be.

I suddenly craved for BOTH birds nest and ginseng as I watched the fortunate one supping away dantily.

I sulked at the thought of the near-empty fridge, and how my brunch consisted of a cup of hot tea and some munchies only.

I retreated to the room for further reading, though I felt the tad of tiredness similar to that of a jet lag’s.

Woo yes, I dozed off for half an hour at 2.10am, until SBB called again at 2.45am.

I was already spewing words that didn’t quite make sense, and I went back to sleep slightly past 3am.

Quite expectedly, I woke up on multiple occasions, and thank God, had no problems getting back to sleep a bit more, until it was 1pm.

I have resoluted not to sleep after 6am from today forth….

Then again, it is Chinese New Year soon and I believe the long holidays would mean crazy gambling hours that would last through days and nights…

Hohoho.

***

Oh, I was talking about intuition and sensitivity, wasn’t I?

Well, you see, Dad had forgotten to bring his keys out with him today.

So, he called to say he would drop by for a visit and needed me to be around.

When the door bell rang, I was appalled to find his hands full of bags of goodies.

And within, 2 mugs of Birds’ nest awaited me.

And yes, with ginseng somemore!!

Mum had brewed them for me.

Did I mention that Mum is piscean too?

Just like I am.

***

With Chinese New Year round the corner, I am expecting to have a real quiet one, since most friends would be busy with visiting and such.

And Mr Nick, very kindly suggested a money-making scheme for me, which was exactly the same thought I came up with right at that moment.

Prince of Egg Tarts… says:
eh u no visiting?

Tingism. says:
who i visit?

Prince of Egg Tarts… says:
dunno… no one? visit my family lah

Tingism. says:
hahahah can! got ang bao?

Prince of Egg Tarts… says:
then look for brian’s family, then roy’s, stef’s, ah tan’s

Tingism. says:
i shud visit ur family, stef’s family, tan’s family.. everyone’s man!

Prince of Egg Tarts… says:
exactly!!! take many ang pows!

Tingism. says:
eh!

Tingism. says:
great minds think alike.

Tingism. says:
hahahahahaha

Prince of Egg Tarts… says:
hahahaha

Tingism. says:
yah yah how can i forget brian’s one also since he so rich

Tingism. says:
then who else

Tingism. says:
mindy shud be also rich

Prince of Egg Tarts… says:
charles

Tingism. says:
den somemore same surname(oh yah we share same surname leh!)! maybe get more leh!

Prince of Egg Tarts… says:
max

Tingism. says:
den ah.. charles oh yah oh yah, that one cannot miss

Tingism. says:
max!! wooyeah

Tingism. says:
jooyau!!! must!

Prince of Egg Tarts… says:
ferris (even tho he isn’t in town)

Prince of Egg Tarts… says:
yah yah yah!

Tingism. says:
muahahaha u accompanying me right?

Prince of Egg Tarts… says:
siao ah? i have to do my own visiting leh! u so free thats why i recommend u do this!

Tingism. says:
……

***

My home is relatively a picture of peace when Chinese New Year is round the corner.

Not surprising, since I am the sole being around, with the companionship of few baby roaches(%#^!%#^!% *grumble grumble curse curse* I found yet another 2 carcasses of baby roaches today!).

Since I am staying on my own, and that pretty means that my mercenary friends would have no intention of visiting me, cos I am no ang-bao dispenser, and my parents are staying elsewhere, so they won’t be giving out any either.

I have no idea what was going through my parents’ minds when they decided that these will come in handy:

Evil. Ultimate evilness.

Do I look like I can finish all these by myself?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!

Then again, I already finished the bak kwa, and one tub of chips already. -gasp in horror-

The pineapple tarts wouldn’t last long, I can assure you.

And oh yes, the yellow mug and metal tumbler have nice ginseng birds’ nest within… -smirking with bliss-

Did I mention that I am contemplating on going on a diet??

Sigh.

Chinese New Year… -dread-

‘See how much you mum dotes on you?‘ he said.

I nodded. Ever so slightly.

For once, I finally ‘excel’ in mahjong.

Though my mind is not with the game most of the time, cos it was on the verge of shutting down.

Thus, am not going to contribute much to this post.

This feeling is strangely familiar, and reminded me how I had endured through yesterday with the identical state of trance.

And yes, after the 9+am post, I did head straight to bed on Monday morning.

Alas, less than 5 hours later, I was wide awake and my attempts to coax my body to rest a wee bit longer failed terribly.

I didn’t even have the concentration to start reading..

And I took the dreadfully long train ride to Novena for my language lesson, which I didn’t absorb much of with my fragmented mind.

Oh, I bumped into Chrissy and Ivan at United Square just before my lesson started, and it reminded me how long I haven’t been meeting up with Chrissy together with the rest of the girlies.

The adventurous decision of going without makeup wasn’t too ideal on hindsight. The brazilian guy in the class asked if I was there last week cos he had failed to recognise me.

I shall try not to frighten them too much the next time round.

Having a teacher who is a fan of Rossi, meant that ‘Signor Rossi’ is a frequently used name when she constructed sentences, and it would set off the stars and adoration in my eyes.

The train ride back was excruciating with a trainful of people, and me trying to keep my eyes open without dozing off.

Bumped into Lili, one of my favourite secondary school classmates.

I tried to nap upon my return from class, but didn’t get the chance to, at all.

I did contemplate of having an early rest but a chain of interesting events and topics, and a couple of nice company kept me up the entire night till I dozed off unawaringly at 7am…..(will illustrate more the next time)

And a silly booboo made me wake up at 8am… (will dwell more on this the next time)

And in my delirium, I was caught unaware… and I succumbed(ahem, would divulge more next time).

And it was 9plus when my battered and abused body surrender to the fatigue, but I woke up barely an hour later, before I went back to sleep for another 3 hours.

And it is blardy not enough at all okay!!!

Was blardy tempted to take a nap but I didn’t get the chance to.

I think it was MSN chats from 4.30pm forth till 7pm, and getting to know the emotions amongst the closer girlies.

Until the usual suspects called to suggest a quick game of mahjong at 9pm.

I bet they regretted it cos I was the only one who went home richer from the game. 32 bucks richer, I might add.

So here I am, finally home at 1am, and feeling totally drained.

Who knows, I might just be totally knocked out for 12 or 14 hours.

And I am reluctant to let myself to hit the sack now simply because I am afraid I might wake up at 5am, unable to get back to sleep again.

Or maybe I should.

That should tune it back fine.

Actually, seriously.. I have no idea why am I posting this post.

I have no idea what I am churning out either.

You know, it’s like you are typing something without really thinking what you should type, and the more you type, the more silly it seems and the more you are aware that you might end up typing things you shouldn’t type for the public to see?

It is like I feel like there’s nothing substantial, and yet I want to blog something nice, you know?

It is like I am feeling totally silly now but yet I want to make myself to sound like the most intelligent lass around, ya know?

Okok, I better go, before I start to say things I shouldn’t.

I might end up exposing the darkest secrets of everyone around me. Yeap, those they had told me to swear my life on, that I wouldn’t tell anyone.

I might end up revealing the identity of SBB by posting a picture of him to sabotage him.

I might end up divulge my -gasp- weight and -gasp gasp- vital(definition of vital: destructive to life. Oh yeah, indeed it is. To keep up with it, I destruct my life) statistics.

Gee. No good, no good.

I really should go before I start posting my nude pictures or something.

Did I mention that I saw yet another baby roach just now, which I killed without mercy.

I flooded it with water before washing it down the drainage.

Oh well.

Oh, SBB just called.

Since I already am running out of things to say in this post that makes great sense out of nothing, might as well.

So night, all.

Buonanotte. Sogni d’oro.