Non-working weekend
A total of eight outdoor shows on all four weekends in June… It’s no wonder I was over the moon when I saw that I have no engagements this weekend.
钱是赚不完的。。。That’s how optimistic / nua I am… =D
My joy was doubled when I managed to set up the Tunebase FM for my iPod in a mere four minutes. I would have completed the task faster if I hadn’t clumsily dropped everything under the car seats when I opened the box.
Met Milk, C and F for dinner at the SAF Yacht Club in Changi last evening.
Although I did drop by occasionally at the Superband recordings, the last meal I had with him was before the show actually started. I thought I should call for a dinner before the series ends.
I still need some getting used to, really. Having dinner with people in the entertainment industry makes me feel like a pig.
Usually with my friends, I am the one who proclaims that I can only eat till 77.77% full and I almost always put down my cutlery first. With Milk, I feel like a bear freshly out of hibernation. Not that the dinner was really good. It was my first meal of the day, you see.
Having a BMW driver as my front seat passenger gave me the urge to speed up. A little. Hahaha. I mean, you can’t expect a BMW driver to be satisfied with me cruising along PIE at 70, 80km/h right?
“哇。你驾车很猛哦？”
“哪有。。。”
“听你踩油门的声音就知道了啊。”
After dinner, Milk headed off for a meeting, while I took my regular seat at the square table.
Woo… I stay off mahjong for an extended period of time. Then I return to play like no tomorrow.
From 10pm to 8am, I was busy multitasking.
1．I was muttering 碰、扛、包大牌、包索子、包万子、包筒子、自摸 ；
2. I was keeping an eye on England, Portugal, Brazil and France, and swearing like a hooligan when some idiots fumbled on the field.
J (whose back was facing the television) :
“Oh no! Rooney is out! Have to depend on Beckham now.”Me:
Beckham is shaking his leg out there liao lah.J (who betted on England):
What?!!D (who somehow shaded the wrong columns and thus had bets on both England and Portugal to win):
Ya. Now Rooney can join him to talk cock on the bench.Me (who betted on Portugal) to D:
Ok, you can join me in shouting for Portugal. You won’t want a draw right?
When the whistle was blown at the 90th minute (that was a draw, by the way), D and I hollered all the swear words we knew. *unfit for print, sorry*
3. I realised my absence had made my mahjong kakis slacken by several major notches. I was flabbergasted when they requested to pause the game to eat the fattening food Ronald’s men had sent.
Me:
“Why? Why must stop? Why cannot eat with one hand and play with the other? Why? ”
Because I didn’t want to be labelled a tyrant, I (unwillingly) brushed all the tiles aside and laid out the food. Hee.
You exercise your brain, you exercise your arms, you practice your vulgarities, you listen to someone’s sob story, you laugh at someone’s foolishness and you get fat together.
Who says overnight mahjong is boring?
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