Tock, Tock my darling.

I had slept alone in the office on Thursday, I had slept alone in the office on Sunday; and by Monday, Christopher Tock had slept on the floor in my house, in the television room.

“You wanna sleep in my room?” i asked while waking him up.

“No la. Thank you. I’m okay.” He answered.

“Sleep on the couch then. Why you sleep on the floor one. Not good la.”

“It’s okay,” he then pretended as if he didn’t need to continue his sleep, half-awake, he quickly went to browsing my blog, using his iPhone. “What’s this Ola Oli Chi ke boom, Chi ke boom thing yeah?” He asked me.

“Oh, that one. You dunno leh? It’s a game i played when i was young. It’s the sep sep sep, tom tom tom game,” i sang him the whole song and showed him the moves; i danced with my hands and shoulders and i froze as though i were a statue when the song had finished.

“Funny. When i was young, we had a shorter version. Sep sep sep, bom bom bom. Yes Sir, no Sir, one two jus,”

“Haha. Why so short one!”

Earlier that night, before he came to my house, we had dinner together at a Middle Eastern restaurant, eating couscous with lamb and chicken, with bread and hummus, and washed down our worries with mint tea, diluting anxiety with friendship, strengthening friendship with amazing food.

Today, he turns 24.

Happy b’day darling.

=)