Mahjong Mania!
 
Mahjong was next on the itineary after the last day of work.
 
A sex gathering at the mahjong table.
 
Sex god (eric), Sex guru (ivan) and Sex goon (moi).
 
Gathering at Sex guru's friend's (Tab) house, which I have affectionally named her Sex Chi Chi Chi because she "coos" whenever she needs the Chicken animal tile to come to her.
 
By the way, the shrill of her Chi-Chi-Chi-ing away is piercing to the damn ears.
 
Anyway, it was damn great with the 3 musketeers all huddle together.
 
Huddle we did as deep in the owl hours of 3 am, the thuderstorm clouds brewed a mix of torrid wind and rainwater. Although we were playing at the porch, the brew toppled our senses.
 
Especially when the storm starting churning thunderbolts and lightning.
 
It was absolutely shocking.
 
You know how the old saying goes that the time difference between a lightning and a thunder, for every second it lapses, it means the number of miles (1.6km) it is away from you.
 
There was this flash and then an immediate lightning bolt. Right in front of us.
 
We were all scared SHIT.
 
We discovered minutes later that the bolt hit the roof of the terrace house we were playing under as the lightning tripped the main circuit.
 
If I hadn't phrased it as how scared shitless in the situation we all were.
 
IF NOT FOR THE FREAKING PORCH, WE WOULD BE FRIED SENSELESS.
 
I was sitting in the direction of the open porch and I swear I saw the streaks of blue whitish lightning.
 
We braved on with our mahjong frenzy as the night slowly calm down to a stir.
 
But what a night. Human chicken sounds and near death experiences.
 
All for the game of 144 tiles.
 
Mahjong siao,
Benjamin