I CAN PLAY MAHJONG NOW!!!HAHAHAHA!!!

HAHAHA. It took me a lot to learn the mahjong and that includes walking and travelling a lot just to find a mahjong table. Cheebye. We combed the entire of west jurong and even IMM only to find a reasonably good mahjong table at 38 bucks at old boon lay market. The exact same thing is selling at 55 bucks at gek poh! Now you know where to NOT go to buy mahjong table!

After the table saga (was supposed to go to hub21 to shop for my sofa. Yea. I want to put a sofa in my practice room so that i can sit comfortably while teaching. Then it turned out to be mahjong table hunting outing), we decided that our house mahjong set is too small (slightly smaller than the usual one) we went to buy a new set.

Boon Lay market sells it at 45 bucks for one set. Giant sells it at 20 bucks for one set. Now you know where to get cheap mahjong. MY GOD! I'm turning so auntie these days! (Quote carol "you have always been auntie..." _|_ )


Quit judging me. Everyone looks un-glam at home!



Blue coloured tiles are the smaller ones, that got thrown back to the storeroom. HAHAHA. Green ones are the new one from Giant. It took me minutes to master it. (i think i have very smart brain. HAHAHA) After the second round of trying out, i bluntly commente that we ought to start betting with money. So that's how gambling with money kicks in.

I... didn't win any money in the end. HAHAHAHA. Had some beginner's luck at first, won a bit, then started to lose straight down. At least i got a free treat of Macdonads meal! :D

Ah. Yes. Rashes. I went to Malaysia (read: ma-la-sia~ in a very cheena way) that day after being fuckingly kicked out of the examination hall by a chao ang moh and went into crazy shopping mode. Spent like 150 sing dollar on clothes and food. But i developed this stupid rash that itch me to death, i guess, from trying out of their clothes. So i was stuck at home the few days before, applying cream every now and then. The doctor even suggested injection! Gracious. Over my dead body.

p/s - i'm afriad of needles. Not blood, not insect, not snake, not your mother, but needles. There's once qi played this video of abortion in school and my fingers went totally jelly i couldn't play the cello. It's that bad.

Disgress!

You know how annoying it is when people keep coming up to your and ask if your cello is a guitar. Like what the fucking cheebye. So, i was in this sticker shop in bugis that day and the conversation went like this:

Me: *holding a sticker and pointing to my cello case* "eh. can this sticker stick on my case's surface?"
Shop owner: "yea. Can. No problem one. A lot people buy for their guitar case also"
Me: "eeeerh.. This is a cello"
S.O: "chair?... eh... okay.."
Me: "..."
S.O: "Anyway, if you are not satisfied with the designs, you can custom-make your own designs one!"
Me: "oh"

So....



....I custom make this sticker. And he gave this weird expression i couldn't comprehend. HAHAHAHAHA.

HAHAHAHAHA. Totally loving it okay. The next one i'm going to do custom make is.. "This is not a suspicious item" HAHAHA. Fucking pissed with those MRT officers who think that i'm carrying a bomb into the station. -.-

HAHAHAHAHA.

Once again...
NOT GUITAR!!!

Bye!

I-need-lots-of-money-for-the-german-trip-and-bangkok-trip-after-that-so-sugardaddy-please-apply!-ly yours
Hughes.