Karaoke Till 3AM

Bello, people of the Internet!

I have returned to Singapore once again after a quick weekend escape to JB (because why stay in one country when you can confuse your timezone and your stomach with a border hop?).

I had an awesome weekend, and I’m about to highlight the most exciting thing we did over the past few days. Drumroll, please... I went for karaoke on Saturday night! Or should I say Sunday morning, because we started at 12AM and sang our lungs out until 3AM. Yes, three in the morning. My vocal cords are still sending me hate mail.

The biggest plot twist? It was my friend XT who suggested karaoke in the first place—gasp—and she even dragged along her twin sisters, XN and XE. But wait, there’s more! Her mum, who’s around 60, also decided to join us because, in her words, “I want to be free for the night!” Like a true rockstar. So we left her husband at home to guard the fort, probably with a cup of tea and a confused expression.

It's been ages since I last did karaoke, let alone sang non-stop for a solid 3 hours. When we got back, I took a shower, collapsed into bed, and entered dreamland like I was auditioning for a sleep commercial.

I was knackered. At around 2AM, I could literally feel my elderly inner spirit whispering, “Child, go to sleep before your body files a complaint.”

Now, I need to spend some time gently persuading my biological clock to return to the land of the living.

Anyway, only four days left until my last day (cue emotional violin music). So for now, my heart is calm, my mind is chill, and I’m hoping that work tomorrow doesn’t throw any last-minute chaos at me. But then again, not really my problem anymore. So yeah.