Serenading

I felt so sick last night, with severely blocked nose. I had problems sleeping even though I was dead tired after roaming about in three beaches yesterday. Another reason was being three hours ahead from home.

In the end, I called him at around 6pm Singapore time, not expecting him to answer, but he did. He was at home, practising guitar. Before I know it, he was singing to me. So sweet! Talk about serenading!!

I told him I was sick, he said to take extra care, drink more water. In the end he added, if it’s so horrible, why don’t I come home? Well, I can’t possibly go home now as my parents will wonder what’s wrong, and I will be home in a couple of days, might as well hang in there.

Not sure if it’s the effects of the medicine or him, I slept so soundly afterwards and was only awaken by sms. Thinking it was time to wake up, I wanted to go and shower, but realised that music was still blasting from the bar a couple of streets down and the ang mohs are still out partying. I peeped at my mobile and discovered that it was 12am! So I went back to sleep.