GMT +7: I know I keep complaining about time zones make my life difficult, but can I say it again? I hate time zones.

GMT +13: The spatial distance between us is impossible anyway. Why do you even bother time?

GMT +7: Your absence doesn’t tell me how far you are. I just know that you are not here. For a moment, the difference between the room next to me and 9000 kilometres away is not different.

GMT +13: Your argument is impeccable, as always.

GMT +7: I’m aware of that, but thank you anyway. My point is I can feel the great distance from the fact that when we are having this conversation I am going to bed when you are waking up. Your day starts when my day ends.

GMT +13: I’m not going to say it’s in your head because it’s too basic, but at least you can have lunch when I have dinner. We are eating at the same time, even better, we will have two meals at a time. That is the best thing we can have from different time zones.

GMT +7: And now it’s the worst because you already passed 2018 and I’m still in 2017. We are a year apart.

GMT +13: No, it’s not. I said, ‘Happy New Year’ to you almost 6 hours ago and you are going to said it to me soon. We are living in between 2017 and 2018. We connected two years together. Our conversation is a wormhole.

GMT +7: I am googling right now. According to space.com, we “…bring them the dangers of sudden collapse, high radiation and dangerous contact with exotic matter.”

GMT +13: Nah. We will bring them hopes to liberalism and humanity.

GMT +7: Here is the first fake news of 2018.