Zzz.

Guess what?

It's 3.23am exactly.

Less than 3 hours to waking up tomorrow morning. Or this morning. Oh well.
I'm damn tired.

:)

Sports Carnival: stalking.
Sports Exposure: whacking.

Then, WR. WR. WR. WR. WR. WR. WR. WR. WR. WR. WR. WR. WR. WR. WR. WR. WR.

Ah.

And my bloody PW group. Tsk tsk.
Not so bad lah. At least they did some work.

Exceeded word limit like shit, though.

Ah.

My brain is not working.

Oh.

Hmmmm. What to say about this?
It's no longer awkward, at all.
There's this very comfortable silence, or short-sentence conversation, between.

I don't see the need to bring it up, too, if not for the fact that I like to dwell over matters. :)