It's 3:17am.

What to do, this is the kind of sleeping pattern I harbor.

Just gulfed down half a tub of Ben&Jerrys strawberry cheesecake while talking to Vernice on the phone. Vernice says I'm crazy to eat Ben&Jerrys that fast, which should be savoured, according to her. Strangely enough, I still don't feel satisfied >:/

Talked to Vernice for 1 hour ++. She claimed that my room's noisy-to-no-end whirring airconditioner apparently calms your nerves and minds, like woh. How come I didn't realise that in my own room for the past year I've been sleeping faithfully under this dumb aircon?-.- But true to some extent. It really does lull you to sleep, no matter how dubious I sound.

Something funny in our conversation (pink is me, white is Vernice):
"Omg, you know what. Joe Jonas wears skinnies."
"Ha. So? Dbsk wears skinnies too."
"But Dbsk is fit! Joe Jonas is just a lump of fat"

Sorry, but I found that insanely funny-.-

Okay guess what. I can hear Vernice snoring. Well, not exactly. More like breathing out of her mouth due to her blocked nose. K, I'm going to hang up now. She better thank me tomorrow for lending her my aircondition's powerful noise.

God only knows what I'm doing up at this hour. What a weird time to eat icecream. I think I'm going down for another. Sleep can wait.

Bye.