Egg yolk

It's saturday and I am alone. No evon for the weekends and it feels strangely incomplete. It's like eating a mooncake without the egg yolk.

Tonight is supposedly the night with the brightest moon for the whole year, yet I dare say that the bloody sumatra haze has completely ruined the romantic mood for many couples who decided to spend the night gazing at the big round object in the sky and whisper sweet nothings to each other like nobody's business.

"Darling don't you think the night is smashingly brilliant tonight? Look at the moon it's so big and round."

"Honey, the only thing that's big and round here is your balding head and.... cough.... cough.....cough.... your bloody stupidness for bringing me out ..... cough cough...... into this thick haze. I can't see no moon shit tonight!"

"Baby, this haze is specially prepared to add a surreal feel to this special night where we can mucha mucha all night long. Doesn't it feel extra romantic with this veil of smoke all over us?"

"More like smog. Help.... cough cough.... think i'm having an asthma attack.... cough cough..."

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Right.