a little few updates on my present life. we played mj one day, 7 poks my friend, and if you do the simple calculation, 7 poks will mean 7 X 4 rounds per wind X 4 wind which gives you a total of 112 games of mahjong (excluding draw games and winner-stays). darren, serene, joeyho, darlie and i played from 12am, to the following day, and we all stopped at 345pm. that's almost 16 hours of mahjonging. i don't know how many times we needed to visit the toilet, joeyho obviously being the most frequent visitor because of his weird bladder habits. you know mahjong is addictive when you ask for another round even when you've reached your ends of lethargy and you're losing money. we ate lousy beehoon and overnight potato salad for lunch, a bad attempt by the amanda-maid, but can you imagine she has that 7-inch asus lappy and logs onto my blog to leave me with a 'fuck you cb say my cooking' tag.? that'd be cool. i've always wanted my dad to own a msn passport so that we can speak online when he's at work.

then i go on and talk about my new found thai friend Patrick. oh, he lives in a store off cheong chin nam road, and a very famous one i must say - Al Ameen. his name is actually nasi goreng padrik thai but we all go by the name Patrick for easier and shorter verbal exchanges. i met him for dinner for 6 days consecutively, 7 times, which means there was a day i met him twice for dinner AND supper, and when the people reached my house for mj, my first reaction was, "did you get ma foooood.?" i admit that i did panic for a few seconds until serene presented the red plastic bag in which stored my remedial drug. i tell you, Mr Patrick has became as important as my organs in my body and i fear this is still an understatement. i told joeyho that a record was at stake, if they showed up without my Mr Patrick - 6 days straight. no, make it 7, i had it for dinner just now because my mom's in macau and my dad has to be at his car roadshow for the night. you must try it - nasi goreng padrik thai. probably the best nasi goreng you've tasted in your entire life.

while savouring Mr Patrick in a white styrofoam takeaway, i turned on the tv and caught freedom writers on HBO. yerps, it did make an impact, at least enough to make me sound like a retard when i actually tried asking lhc, sharon and eileen for the diary of anne frank - not like they're avid book readers. at 244am, instead of bugging tanyulin with my usual attempts at being a emo wrist-slitting songwriter, i walked out to kt's place (which is a condo just beside mine) and got hold of the book. yerps, diary of anne frank is an interesting read, unless it goes downhill and gets dull after page 37.

i think the F1 craze kickstarts later tonight. i hope lewis hamilton and all the rest of the drivers will drive safely. i hope they will have maximum control of their cars that moves at the speed of F16s (like wtf). because should they decide to lose control and find their cars, faces and helmets making a rude date with the facades of suntec city mall, or more specifically epicentre, my sulin will be out of job.
i am only doing this because i chanced upon this picture she sent me quite some ages ago while organising my files into my new 1TB external harddisk. sometimes she is good, sometimes she is bad. i dno. i stick with my mama.

it is 0537am and i am suddenly missing my mama. i hope while she is in macau, she'll think of me too, like how i'm thinking of her. i hope the street beggars don't bug her too much, and i hope she comes back in one piece with stuffs that'd prove that she's a hip mama. i hope that when she gambles, the ACES and the JACKQUEENKINGS will find their way into her hand so that she will smile and she will not find the need to scream, "AH PEI.!" like she always does.

i want to sign out and go to sleep now. it is the 26th of september, and it is serene's birthday. happy gooood birthday serene. i will see everybody tomorrow at a condo along dover road. goodbye.