Back then, i was "free loadering" on Mr Ong's genoresity (seriously there was not even once i had to pay for drinks nor the girls) and he always said this to me back then, " when a man has money, he has clout over many many things) back then he was my idol, he regarded me as his little brother,,(we are ten years apart).......... somehow we lost touch, when he began his other businesses, that was back then.
I stood up, walked over to his table and said," Is that you Mr Ong?" before he answered, he looked up and didn't say anything(may be it made it hard for him to recognise me with my clean shaven head), my instinct spurred me to quickly identify myself. " I am Eugene lah." coldly he acknowledged "Ya Eugene" i asked if i could sit down with him, he nodded.
He looked so frail, his charm was lost, his sportiness was dissapeared and his sense of humor was replaced with forlornness. He felt uneasy sharing the same table with him, quickly he managed a rigid smile and telling me that he had to leave even before i could chat him up further, quickly i asked for his phone number, he said none, instead i gave me my call card.....................i could not believe it that i sat now with him for less than 3 minutes and he said he had to leave.
I am hoping that he would call me, as i really wanted to know what'd happened to my idol "Mr Ong"could he be sick?
P/S : It's funny how people change suddenly so drastically
My current must read before bed time... "The Idiot"