With my mahjong-wife not around(yah, she is almost like a wife to me when it comes to the sacred game), the urge was almost insatiable.

And then, I faltered, and strayed.

It was the hardest to look for new mahjong kakis.

But it must be a cry of utter desperation when you ended up playing 3-kaki mahjong, after rushing from an hour of fabulous massage, turned a blind eye to the exclusive spa club and its inviting jacuzzi pool… with new people.

Especially when the “new people” are your colleague, and most importantly, you big boss.

And it must be a really interesting session if one round of 3-kaki mahjong lasted 2 hours(from 10pm - 12 midnight cos Timothy couldn’t take it anymore! I would have went on and on and on and on and on…).

And it must be reaaaaaaally interesting back at work when you had (somewhat) slaughtered your boss and colleague by diao-zhnging for the longest time once the game started, and then walked away winning money from both of them.

Like, seriously, you mean I still get to keep my job?