Morning Call

I've been wanting to give my drinking buddy back in Perth a call to check up on how she is for the past month. But after I reach home, the last thing on my mind is to hunt for my mobile and actually sit down and give her a call.

So I gave her a morning call instead.

Morning call at 9am (my time), which is 6am (her time). It's moments like these that I love daylight saving.

Regardless to say - she was still in bed. I chatted with her and managed to get her fully awake before my train reached the tunnel and lost connection.

I only had to say 'Wei' (meaning 'hi' in chinese) and she knew it was me already. When I asked her how did she know it was me (as I had deliberately used my work mobile so that she wouldn't recognise my caller ID), she replied :

'Even though after all these years, nobody else is crazy enough to give me morning calls - its only you..'

Opps.. :P

I used to remember we would go drinking all night and get home about 5am in the morning. But then for some obscure reason I could only ever sleep for about 3 hours. So I would wake up early in the morning and as I was bored and still slightly hyper, I would call everyone else who went out with me that night and pester everyone of them until they would wake up and meet me for breakfast.

I would happily get out of bed and take a shower, but by the time I go back to my room to get changed, my bed would look unusually appealing - so breakfast usually becomes brunch.

For those several years, my morning calls became a tradition.

Ah...

Those were the times...