Isn’t it strange how mahjong can bring people together?

I have played mahjong with my primary school friend, secondary school mates, guys I used to date, insurance agent, buddies, strangers, ex-friends…. sometimes it is amazing what other friends I would call in times of desperation nostalgia, just to get my usual Friday fix of mahjong with my MJ Wifey.

We even tried to convince L, who was my secondary school classmate to bring his luggage to my place so he could leave for the airport at 5am for his flight to US.

He didn’t relent, so I thought of an old friend whom I haven’t met for 10 years.

He agreed!

And this old friend was someone who was the first ever guy who bought me flowers.

Lilies. No less.

Which was sprayed with so much Polo Sport cologne that.. I never forgot how they smelt.

Or how he smelt back then. Heh.

And then, we only met once in the past 11 years.

It was to pay respect to an old friend, and to visit his parents.

Gee, I am beginning to feel old.

And he and WT started to talk like old pals cos they were in same secondary school. Singapore is just too small for my comfort.

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I think mahjong is all about a good fit.

And it is no longer about the game anymore.

But more about, the company.

Nonetheless, seeing YY again after so many years, have made the evening a more enjoyable one.

Well, the nasi lemak was good too.