A text message woke me up from my much needed slumber at around 5.15am this morning. What did this “nutcase" want on this ungodly hour? Slowly I got up from bed still to check on the phone. It was Zack, checking if I’d ride today. I guess he’s one of those very early or odd hours people, the kind like Batman who fought crime mostly at night...Anyway, I had problem pinching the alphabets on the touch screen due to my semi-aware state with only 1/4th of my eyelids opened. Eventually I had to send a second reply when I realised the 1st one was gibberish.










