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.

For that was it for me to brew contempt.

And then, I realised, and I believe, I will never look back.

It was finally Friday, and though we started off the morning a little sickie, Wifey and I agreed by noon that the arranged mahjong session was going ahead.

Then, I went for a nice little lunch at Keppel Bay(where I bumped into Bernard and Zhihao), headed to town for a meeting which I almost forgot(thus, the tardiness of bad hair, glasses, and a totally stoned-out face), checked out some Ettusais and Shiseido counters, before i wrapped up the day and headed home.

I bumped into Sonia, and in my excitement to say hi, the next thought that hit me was I was looking darn auntie that very day.

Of course, I wasn’t recognised, which I have no one to blame but myself, and May and Audrey had a field day laughing at me. Boo.

And I was told I was recognised, by my voice. Wahahaha.

Anyway, when I was having my meeting, Effy messaged me to tell me that she was severely pissed with a Piscean man who decided to pull out last minute(ahem).

And so, our contingency plan was to recruit this particular Scorpio man who once wrote in after the email recruitment drive we put on our blogs.

He said he would reach at 8pm, so we played 3 kakis first.

You know what time he called me back???

Fucking 1.23 am!!!

Okay, fine, before that he called me at 9 to say he was heading to Funan. AFTER he agreed to come over at 8pm.

I mean, IF all my friends were already there waiting for this said person, and they don’t happen to be 3-leg mahjong players, then we all would have been waiting like idiots! I will be so pai seh can?

Of course, Effy, the Scorpio, was ashamed of her fellow Scorpio, and was equally pissed with the inconsiderate-ness of the said male who incurred our wrath, and we decided some men, we can do without.

We played 3 legs lor. What to do. But it was cozy to be talking in the quite, open sense, with no need of censorship, which sometimes happen when we play with people we don’t know well. Fast paced also.

So he said he would drop by after Funan, give him half an hour.

And then ah, at 12 midnight, still no sound no picture!

And only called back at 1.23am, when there was no better need for him anymore.

At the end of the day, the Scorpio female was pissed by a Piscean, and the Scorpio male pissed me back.

ROAARRR!!!

I tell you ah, men ah…. don’t get me started -Ting does diva wave dismissively-.

So, there are times, we really realise we need no men.

Of course, Shaun, not talking about you, for without you, we couldn’t have played 3 legs last night.

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I dozed off almost immediately after jumping into my bed last night. I wonder why the fatigue these days.

And it looks like it is gonna be another dreadful weekend.

And yes, I need to get some stuff sorted out by Monday.

Keeping fingers crossed.

Woohoo, it’s one of the first times I have blogged on a weekend in a long, long while.

Wah my blog becoming darn random.

Oh. I hurt my finger. The little one pulled my hand in her little tantrum, and she dragged it across a metal strip, before she did a little pull.

So, I have an L-shaped cut to my middle finger.

It was bleeding a little, and I could see the depth of it. If she had given another little pull, I would have lost a tiny piece of flesh.

The little one was also injury-prone yesterday. She fell on her right side and her right ear was bruised and raw. I saw a little blood clots, and thankfully it was nothing serious, though I swear it was painful to see that on her.

This email was sent out yesterday through email, and though Effy had already holler out to you mahjong addicts out there, I thought I would just publish it here, cos though we have an influx of emails and applications coming in(cough cough), we are still looking for THE ONE.

Hi all,

Of course, if you want to find out the stories of cocaine and heroin, joining us will be the perfect opportunity for you to do so.

Don’t play play, I got replies okay! Do send your applications to joewei dot ting at gmail dot com, and be patient as we process your application.

Special promotion! We will throw in Euro matches and sometimes you might even have the luck of us cooking sumptuous dinner for you!

Where to find? Where to find?!

Though I think we forgot to add that our stakes are 50 cents 1 dollar, and who throws who pays. I mean, it’s only fair that others don’t pay for your mistakes right?

So the maths work out to be if you throw:

1 tai = $4
2 tai = $8
3 tai = $16
4 tai = $32
5 tai = $64

Base is $300.

Of course when we are feeling the itch.. we can always negotiate on the rates. *doe-eyed look*

At work today, my common law mahjong hubby, sent me an excel spread sheet.

I promptly ran through the list with unadulterated concentration, and worked on it with undivided focus.

I fulfilled my wifey duties by completing the list.

I especially liked the Emergency kakis list.

I had a good laugh in the office, knowing there is an insane engineer out there, whose absence makes me have runny stools and presence gives me chills.

Maybe, it is time for me to draw up a potential FB list. I look forward to the comment section, definitely.

With my mahjong-wife not around(yah, she is almost like a wife to me when it comes to the sacred game), the urge was almost insatiable.

And then, I faltered, and strayed.

It was the hardest to look for new mahjong kakis.

But it must be a cry of utter desperation when you ended up playing 3-kaki mahjong, after rushing from an hour of fabulous massage, turned a blind eye to the exclusive spa club and its inviting jacuzzi pool… with new people.

Especially when the “new people” are your colleague, and most importantly, you big boss.

And it must be a really interesting session if one round of 3-kaki mahjong lasted 2 hours(from 10pm - 12 midnight cos Timothy couldn’t take it anymore! I would have went on and on and on and on and on…).

And it must be reaaaaaaally interesting back at work when you had (somewhat) slaughtered your boss and colleague by diao-zhnging for the longest time once the game started, and then walked away winning money from both of them.

Like, seriously, you mean I still get to keep my job?

Maybe it is the cough syrup that’s making me too high for my own good. Or maybe it is too ‘fated’ for my own good.

I decided to go into those rooms where you need at least 3 doubles to win. My tiles were so bad that there was only one option.

And then I think the people inside there don’t like me too much either.

I have absolute no life. So what I do all day is to game chap sar yio. Until I am so bored of it that I won’t blog about it anymore.

I am still not feeling any better.

I am dreading to think what awaits me in the office tomorrow.

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My eye looks worse than yesterday but yet it feels less painful. I really look like some kind of freak you know?

I tried to upload pictures from my birthday but it refuses to load. It only loads my chap sar yio pictures.

So not fated.

I am hungry. I feel weak. Groggy. Pukish.

But it is such a nice rainy day to be home.

Effy and I were trying to convince ourselves we are not addicted to mahjong. Yet we are already making plans for Friday night. Nowadays we need friends with stamina. Especially now we realise we get discarded over the mahjong table when people love us no more(muahahaha). Which means, we are really short of mahjong kakis.

Hopefully I can load the pictures later so I can blog properly. Or else I don’t know how many chap sar yios I have to do to sustain this blog.

I could barely open my left eye this morning, and the moment I stood up, I feel as if I have a massive hangover.

Very unfortunately, I have to call in sick when I am barely a month into my new job.

I am thinking of popping by the doctor’s again cos my eye really does look like I was punched. The eyebag area is now swollen as well.

I am now trying to think of a way not to scare anybody at work with no make up, with glasses, a swollen and hideous eye, talks like a tranny, and to top it off, a very contagious bug.

I think my body is conditioned to the working hours, and I find it hard to go back to sleep despite being high on cough syrup.

I am so floaty now.

But that’s not why I am blogging.

I was on Viwawa just now.

So I shall just let the picture do the talking.

*GASP!*

WHAT ARE THE CHANCES?!?!?!?!?! YOU TELL ME!!!

In less than 12 hours, I got my 2nd Chap Sar Yio on Viwawa. Either it loves me a lot or hates me a lot to deal me with such bad tiles.

As of like last time, everyone leaves the table when I gamed. I think they don’t like me very much. I was waiting for the last yi wan on the table, and it was so late into the game that I scared someone will win before me.

Must be the cupcakes.

Okay, it may be fated after all.

I am not sure what is it, but am shuddering from the effects of the medications.

So I am just gonna lie down.

OMG. I just can’t believe I got 2 chap sar yios!

Now, when will my real life one come?

Remember what I was saying, about how a lot of things are not fated?

The strangest thing happened when I was playing mahjong at Viwawa.

The person sat next to me is nicknamed ‘Letfatebe’.

Tsk tsk. And I was going to blog about how my birthday “chap sar yio” and I are really not fated. But that’s another story for another day.

Anyway.. OH OH OH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

My first chap sar yio! Sadly, not in real life lah. Don’t ask me why it is 15 not 16 doubles.

Thrown by ‘letfatebe’.

Must be a sign, I tell you.

I was waiting for bai ban when it all happened. I was so excited when I was waiting for my winning tile that I told FF that I was short of 2(9 wan and bai ban), and then 1. And finally ‘letfatebe’ threw the bai ban.

2 of the players promptly left the table without saying anything.

My voice was too hoarse for me to yell in absolute glee, woooohoooo!

My hands were so wet and sweaty that I scared I couldn’t click to win.

Yay!

Gee. If only they could be eaten.

At least the weekend ain’t too bad now.

I categorised this under Mahjong Inspirational for a very good reason.

I hit out my 3rd Chap Sar Yio(wah piang, darn shooter man) to JD last night, and lost badly(I conveniently forgot my theory of whoever buys dinner will end up losing badly).

I hit out many other 5 tais and 4 tais, and I am very surprised that the damage was only 60 bucks - one chap sar yio’s cost.

I had too much on my mind to sleep. Stress. Which made me wake up with another slight fever and a sorer throat. And to top it off, a persistent cough. Bleah. I was staring at the screen and was seeing double vision that I could hardly concentrate.

And I finished my antibiotics last night so it seemed like I had to make another trip to the doc’s.

Not cheap. And not nice. Mum bans me from getting close to Minibean(yes, sigh, she is still very much around).

Tell me it is not a coincidence that today was the 2nd time she cooked for me, and on both occasions I had the runs. Kidding.

Anyway.

Woke up at 9 yesterday and headed out for the entire day in the blazing sun.

Was in town, at a casting, at a meeting, and in cloud 9 as I squealed in the middle of Orchard Road.

Lunch time. Tea time. Dinner time. I am a very fair person. Minibean joined us for mahjong therapy.

I am pretty delirious with happiness.

Reason being so is…..

I met some very nice people. What can I say? I am blardy thankful to them. As in really blardy so.

And a boo boo made by me yesterday means that I had a pleasant surprise today.

And a boo boo made by me some time ago means that I had a pleasant surprise yesterday.

The boo boo about naming mahjong as my favourite hobby?

Mahjong does bring me luck :)  (Okay, Poker shares the credits too)