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3am thoughts

Sometimes I wonder how people get so intense and dour during this part of the day and night routine. Like what's so special about this time?

Ordinary people become poets all of a sudden, the guy next door acts like a philosophical thinker of all times, people in love feel their hormones gushing in an extraordinary pace, babies kick start their inflating metabolism rates and butt in on their dozing parents, people with broken insides wet their pillows in torment metastasizing the woe to every other cell in the body...
And then...

I sit there as an undernourished esurient hungry monster, raiding through the house for some nibbles and munchies..
Hmmmmmmpphhh priorities...

So what kind of 3am person are u??

PC. Amreenajan (well.. that's my scribble) 😬 


  1. Its common sleeping time for hardcore software engineer during production release and post prod support.

    1. Yep. Who would want to show off their puffy bloated eyes to their to-be clients after all.

  2. From the title I thought you are going to convey something intense. But you �� haha.
    Ms. Funnybones

    1. Shhh.. Don't open it up. Trying to maintain that hype. 😋

  3. R u sure ur a hungry monster only at 3am?

  4. And now u hav started to scribble too. U are a surprise package girl. inspiring .waiting for more .

  5. Haha. nice twist. loved it.

  6. Haha same here !:D
    Btw well written !:)

  7. I am a night owl too. !!!
    Simple things in the most effective way expressed with a hint of humour.
    Love your write ups :-) :-) :-)

  8. 3am., it's about going to sleep mode however mode starting from 1.30 and then gradually got at 3.00 am. So taking a bottle of water and slept every night.
    But for you I could say 3am and your relation is far so may be in coma😂😂😂😂

    1. P. S. - my relationship with 3am is the above mentioned only. Nothing more nothing less 😜

  9. Hungry monster ...not only at 3 am ..but evry 24*7....its so.

  10. Had a hearty laugh. Thank you. Love your articles.

  11. I'm the 3am kind that read blogs and comment 😅😆.

    1. I love such kinda people. Keep doing the same. May God bless you. 😂

  12. Enjoyed your article man. I am the one who lays down there like a corpse at 3am

    1. Haha. Some do it during the day. You are far better. 😁

  13. 3am thinking things that I need to remember specially when it comes to work hahahha

    1. Atleast you do it when you are clean, most of them do it when they are cleaning themselves.. either the shower or during the unloading session. 💩 💩


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