7 January 2007 Sunday | 6:38 | Mahjong, Play
I was one of the first to be informed of her return on Boxing Day. She said she was thrilled to hear my voice on the radio on her way back home from the airport.
Michelle is back from London for a month and she has plenty of catching up sessions to do. My slot was 3.30pm, Saturday.
I woke up at 3.20pm. Well done me.
Over many many plates of sushi and plenty of green tea refills, we talked about the weather in the British capital, and oh, her adventures in the red light district. Wheet!
As she continued her catching up marathon, Jack and I were left roaming around Raffles City while waiting for Jan to join us.
Roaming around with Jack was a bad idea. Especially when I had a credit card in my pocket.
EDIT: Oh yah.. Should be 7.1.2007 
After failed attempts to get movie tickets, we decided we should do what we do best.
Mahjong.
Three letters to describe the session.
O.M.G.
O.M.G. because I’ve never been luckier.
O.M.G. because they saw me 自摸-ing again and again and again and again.
The 十三幺 warranted a lowercase o.m.g. because it was the Nth time anyway.
Still, the session was truly O.M.G, as I raked in the highest winnings ever. Seriously it wasn’t about the money. It was the exhilaration to get the exact tiles you wanted! And I needed to make sure my Zap Sa Yeo King status was secure after Jack threatened to dethrone me two weeks ago.
Dear Don, Jan and Jack, thanks for sponsoring a large portion of my iPod. 
