My brain was officially conscious at 11.20 or so, but my body refused to move any further than hugging my pillow and picking up my handphone and wishing some people new year. Out of about 15 people, only 3 of them replied. Talk about the declining sincerity of people nowadays. Anyway, I just lied motionlessly on my bed like a corpse until 12.30. My family was going to my grandma's place, but I've decided to stay at home until late afternoon, since we are having lunch tomorrow anyway, so I wouldn't miss my angpaos. Home Alone. And hungry. I began to scavage the kitchen for food, only to find a pot of hardly-palatable glutinous rice balls lying on the stove. Looks like my mum has successfully created a close replica of the baby eater email scam which was circulating around the Internet some time back. Or it seemed more like a baby being placed into a grinding machine, as there were bits and pieces of bones in every cubic inch of the soup. But when people are starving, they'll even eat dung. So I guess I had no choice. A small bowl was much, much more than enough to deter my appetite for the rest of the day. Once again, I booted up my comp. Itching to play some games before going to my grandaunt's place later. As I was using the Internet half-way, I got rudely disconnected. That was when I found out that my cable connection got suspended cause my dad has not paid the bill for a few months. FUCK. Guess I'll have to put up with dial-up connection for a while now.