Gibberish At Midnight (Hours Past-Midnight).

I am so hungry right now. I am starving. My stomach is playing an orchestral symphony right now! And I think I can even hear strains and Handel's Messiah. This can't be good for you... :s I need some food to get it to the Hallelujah chorus though.

This is what you get for staying up till ungodly hours of the morning. I swear people in the neighbourhood are waking up or have woken up right about now and I haven't even gone to bed yet.

I am so hungry I could eat a whole restaurant right now.

My friend once asked in response to a similar statement. "The WHOLE restaurant? Bricks, chairs and all?"

And I replied, "The level of my hunger right now? Yes, the whole restaurant. Bricks, mortar, chairs, tables and all."

This really can't be good for you... :s

On a completely unrelated note, my friend once asked me if silence in a conversation between two people is good. She described the silence as having finished the topic they were previously on and not having a new one to start up on instantly.

So I asked if the other party made conversation back.

And she said he did. He would try to start conversation and get a discussion going if things got too silent and cricket orchestra got too loud.

So I said, "Then like that ok lah. If the other person is also willing to make conversation back and takes a fair share in starting the conversation, then like that even if got silence also it's still not completely traffic jam yet."

Something along those lines. She cracked up a "traffic jam". I do rather like the metaphor myself.

On another completely unrelated note, my cousin told me a hilarious story. At least, I found it hilarious. The people I was telling it too didn't get the hilarity of it. Maybe because I was too busy laughing to tell it properly. Either that or I just have a funny sense of humour.

My cousin loves black and white clothing. She loves the whole monochrome thing. Her closet is full of black and white clothes. Mostly black, apparently.

So one day, her sister and her went shopping and coincidentally, came back with ALL black clothes. Black skirts, black shorts, black shirt, the works. They laundered the clothes and put them on the clothesline outside their house.

One fine breezy day, their mother, my aunt, walked past the open window, looked outside, and exclaimed, "Aiyo! Why so sui!" when she saw the lines of black clothes flapping in the breeze. LOL!!!

That was just TOO funny!