"look the sun is rising!" his gal fren shouted excitedly, pointing to the horizon to the east of the straits of johor.
sea breeze blowing, the dark sky brightened up somewhat with the pale lighting from the orange obb. the food was good - lemak curry fish-head, kailan fried with scallop, black pepper crab, and meat-stuffed toufu.
"what? how can it be? how can the sun rise in the nite? it's the moon.... "
"oh... but look, it's so big and so bright. ya.... i think you are right. it's the moon...."
'bad moon rising', the backgroud music went.
but the nite was good.
dinner at gallery by the straits in saf yacht club in sembawang had a good start. the conversation topics went from tiger woods and his hole-some transgressions to tiger whips for people to boost their hole-some activities.
marathon man asked, "if you were tiger's wife, would you have gotten a divorce. remember the man is worth over a bil."
"maybe, maybe not, depends."
"on what?"
"on whether there's still love left between us."
"ok.... but even if there's this thing called love, would you not be tempted by that fortune that you could take possession of, if you did the right move?"
"well.... money is good for almost everything. but it can't buy love. in fact, money breaks up love. further more, she loves her kids...."
"oh... i see. difficult decision for his wife, indeed."
"don't worry....we, women will make a decision when we need to make one. we have the intuition to make the right decision."
"you think so? why?"
"because, we are holely!"
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