My house is a mahjong den

I just turned down a mj invitation to play with not one, but two masters: Jonathan Choo and Timothy Goh. Trust me, it saddens me oh so much that I am missing out the opportunity to learn from the best but work calls and I must answer.

So here I am sitting at my desk trying to figure out corporate insolvency and I can only think about mj. About how stupid I was to turn down the offer. So I mused and I mused some more. Then it occurred to me that a lot of people see me as a mj addict and worse, my house is a mahjong den! Out of the many pple who play mj, only a few own both the table and a mj set. I only know van, mh, wek and me as the few who have the luxury of owning both. Hence, the limited supply of mj tables decreases the number of mj games that can happen at any one time. To make matters worse, the mj tables are so god damn hard to transport. They are really immovables, fixtures and can't be lent out.

I am thus happy to announce that I am doing my part to promote mj. By providing a location or as han says, a recreation centre for mj, I am encouraging more people to play. So many mj games have been held at my house that wek says she wants to buy me a sign saying "Ma Jiang Guan" and hang outside my house. It's depressing that my rep has sunk to such low depths. On the side note, it's not like I don't benefit from it. The table and the set act as my invitation to plenty of games and that makes me a happy girl no?

Apologies to people I have had to turn away from my tables but pls understand that as much as I would love to make mj my full time career, I need to keep my life balanced. I don't want to be one of those people who die at the mj table because they dun dare to go the toilet. (Apparently, it's not good to go to the toilet when you are playing mj. It washes away the luck. go figure)

Gosh i am bored again.