Fri night
Spent most of Friday at home walloping in self sympathy. *Why did this have to happen to me* And I was a little worried for the group of four as they’re not as familiar with Genting as me… *Why did this have to happen to me (and them)*
My mum, who was the first person I informed, had wanted to bring me to the doctor’s straightaway.
“No no no. I’m not going to let some stranger touch me down there when it’s so freaking painful now.”
“No no no, I don’t believe that it’s painless.”
“No no no, I can’t take one week’s MC right now.”
“No no no, you are not to come to my place or I’ll run somewhere else to hide.”
My mum, who had been calling me every sixty minutes, was shocked to learn that I had ventured out for dinner after a failed attempt to sleep the pain away, “Bleeding cannot go Genting, still can go out ah.”
“Yes. I need food. And in case it continues to bleed, I can come home right away. But no one can help me when the thing strikes in the middle of North South Highway.”
As I was helping myself to my first meal of the day at Holland Village at 9pm, she called again. “Hor Hor! You die. I’m at Holland V. I’m going to catch you right now and bring you to the doctor.”
It took me a minute to realise she was merely joking.
Ah, that’s my mum.
Son in pain, still can be so farnie.
I made a quick exit after dinner and went home cos I felt something coming.
It turned out to be a false alarm lah. Heng ah.
Because the group of four heading for Genting at that very moment included my regular mahjong kakis, I was practically left high and dry with no mahjong, no casino, no company.
I decided to do something more meaningful and constructive.
Headed to Bishan again for the wake. Jack and Arthover were scheduled for the night shift. I thought I might as well be there to keep them company. And in the event something funny happens to my arse, Mt Alvernia’s 24 hr A&E is near near only.
I went with a piece of chocolate cake for the greedy Jack and, erm, Yakult for the health conscious Art. Totally shocked when Art tucked in heartily and, for the rest of the night, continued to hunt for food. What’s wrong with him?!
Turned out that I needn’t have went down cos there were plenty of people there. Their parents were as usual, warm to receive me and invited me to sit down for mahjong.
Nah, can’t concentrate with a pain in the arse.
Instead I got to know the womenfolk in their family a little better. There was this auntie of theirs, who looked more like their cousin! She was of course more than pleased to hear that coming from me.
She came back in five minutes and asked if I was in radio.
“Yes. I’m in radio. And you cannot reveal your age by telling people you listen to 972! You must bluff people you listen to me on 933!” Hahaha.
Since there was nothing much to do, I sat down to fold kim zhua with the cousins.
And when it got a little too boring, I suggested a Kim Zhua Folding Competition.
Of course that didn’t happen lah. Siao ah?!
By 1am, Art was complaining that time passed too slowly.
Ya lah, not much energy to crack lame jokes on my part when there’s a pain in the arse.
That’s when I finally relented and *drum rolls* sat down for mahjong.
Jack’s dad and Art’s mum, who were both still up at 5am were eager to know about my P&L status. I assured them their son/nephew Mr Jackson Kek taught me well… I emerged the big winner, getting just enough to cover the cost of the unused coach ticket to Genting. Gee..
