THE MAHJONG BLOG

Joy from a bag!

noreply@blogger.com (lh) — Thu, 06 Dec 2007 10:15:00 +0000

Oh my god!

My mummy bought me my miu miu bag and it's sitting in the living room, oblivious to the joy it brings me. Man, I havent been this kind of happy for a long time. This kind of happy being that kind of happy you get when say u have been longing for a Baby G for a year and finally getting it when u do well in your PSLE or the kind of happy when u receive your favourite barbie doll on Christmas day. I really haven't felt like that in a long time. It's like someone (usually my parents) granted me my wish, not with a wand but with their credit cards. ahahahah.... It's ridiculous how happy a bag can make me and I never thought of myself as a bag person.

I love the whole process of buying the bag. I love it the most when I see it get wrapped up nicely with the ribbons and the nice nice box. It's in a pale pink box with the miu miu words in brown and god, i hugged it and gushed over it to no one in particular. Man.. I am ashamed of how i am acting and feeling over a bag.

I haven't opened it yet to look at the bag in detail, I wanna save it and open it on my birthday. I like savouring the joy of seeing the box just sitting there waiting for me. I feel like a kid again and it feels great cause I am turning 23 and I am going to start work. The road is long and it's gonna be tough but moments like this remind me of the kid I can be, particularly around my birthday when i am just going to grow older and hopefully wiser.

Here's counting down to my birthday. I shall not mind that I start work on my birthday. It's only a day after all. But I am happy and thankful for all I have.

And p/s before anyone reading this judges me for being a super high maintenance girl, this really is a rare rare gift and I appreciate every single bit of it.

My first official bag: a miu miu bag! oh joy! oh happiness! oh wheee.

七搶花

noreply@blogger.com (lh) — Mon, 01 Oct 2007 17:47:00 +0000

I learnt a new mahjong rule quite some time ago. I was honestly very appalled that there is such a rule cause it is god damn dumb.

The rule is: Anybody who gets 7 flowers will win wu tai automatically if anyone else gets the 8th flower. That is called snatching the 8th flower and somehow, that outrageous act earns u wu tai. If you were to draw the 8th flower urself, it's akin to getting a wu tai zi mo. If someone else gets the 8th flower, it's like that person who drew the 8th flower threw a wu tai for you to game.

And it doesn't matter if yours cards inside are shit. As long as that 8th flower comes out when u have got the 7 other flowers, u win!

Doesn't that strike you as being super ridiculous? It did to me! Cause my friend got it and I drew the 8th flower for her to game wu tai. I was flabbergasted! I was shocked! I was outraged ! How can there be such a stupid rule??? There is no skill involved. You just draw flowers non stop and pretend to be a florist.

Bah! You can imagine how much I complained about it when my friend won on that stupid rule and I did not even know such a rule existed before she won. Growl. Makes me very angry. Why like that? You cannot even defend. You cannot draw a flower and pretend that you did not get one cause everyone has to open their cards at the end to prove that the 8th flower did not come out.

I was so disgruntled and I condemned the rule.

That is of course, until I played mj another day. Lo and behold! I drew 7 flowers myself and won when my friend drew the 8th flower for me to game wu tai. Hee! :D It is not a stupid rule anymore. I love that rule! It's amazing! It delivers money to ur hands for having flowery hands. Love love love it.

Long live the 七搶花 rule! I shall extol its greatness until someone else games on that rule and wins my money. Ho ho ho....

flowers flowers flowers!

noreply@blogger.com (lh) — Wed, 27 Jun 2007 05:52:00 +0000

girls wun have to nag if boys paid more attention

Mahjong Accessories

noreply@blogger.com (lh) — Tue, 24 Apr 2007 14:55:00 +0000

A friend of mine gave this to me. I opened it and laughed at myself for ages. I laughed whilst I was driving, I laughed when I got home and I giggled for a few days after that. It's a hilarious gift. I don't know whether to be happy or insulted. But that said, I was thoroughly amused to get it.

Strangely, I broke my losing streak after I received it. So it's a lucky bracelet and earrings. I wonder if I will ever dare to wear it and play mj? What will pple say? Will they say that I have terrible dress sense and I am obiang? Will they say that I am pandang? Will they laugh at me and say I am desperate to win? Will they ask me where to buy it???

When I gather the guts to try it one day, I will let you know but meanwhile, you tell me. If I wear this and play mj with you, what would you do? The whole set includes hong zhong earrings, a da si xi bracelet and there is a hong zhong handphone dangly thingy that is not featured in this photo.

hmmm. i wonder

this is sad

noreply@blogger.com (lh) — Sun, 22 Apr 2007 18:55:00 +0000

I don't know why but this song came on just as I gave up on ICF. It's "If we hold on together"

Oh my god. it's freaking depressing. I am transported back to primary sch and worse, it makes me feel like the end is really here. Ask me to seek out a star and hold on to the end. valley mountain there is a fountain that washes our tears away... My whole lawyer life is going to be like that lor. I want to know where is that fountain.... In the middle of raffles place ah? or some hidden toilet in the law firms. freaking hell....

when we are out there in the dark, we dream abt the sun. In the dark we feel the light, warm out hearts everyone... wah liao. in this bleak period of exams, i feel no warmth man. sure as hell a lot of kangkorness.

I know this song is meant to be inspirational but i tell u, it's like rubbing salt onto your wound as you study.

GPAs and MJ

noreply@blogger.com (lh) — Sun, 22 Apr 2007 08:55:00 +0000

My mj crazed fren and his theory on how much luck we need for exams:

so u get GPA4
4 tai zi mo
no la..
actually
if u get A-
its 4.5
so 4.5 is 5 tai
but not zi mo

Fate

noreply@blogger.com (lh) — Sun, 22 Apr 2007 08:37:00 +0000

was watching some silly programme. the female and male leads were at the same place but they missed seeing each other because one came a few minutes too early and the other a few minutes too late. Or wat abt those classic scenes where the guy walks into one elevator and at the exact same moment, the girl walks out of the other elevator.

That got me thinking. Although you guys are so close to bumping into each other, you two still don't because of those few minutes. Does that mean you don't have fate at all? or does it mean that you don't have enough fate? Or is it fate's way of laughing at you?

Even if you bump into the other person, thats just one person out of the dozens of people you bump into. Is that considered enough fate??? Enough fate in the sense that you guys are meant to be with each other. No wat. Cause you are going to have see each other more than once in order to create a future.

So, in the end, does fate even play a part? Can we create fate? or are we supposed to seize the opportunity to continue the fate when it presents itself.

In true form, I relate his back to mj. You can get one fa cai, den u throw it away thinking that you are unlikely to get another fa cai. But fate makes fun of you and u draw another fa cai. Do you still keep it in hope that u can get 2 more fa cais?

So so many decisions are made on incomplete information. So we blindly make decisions and take the leap of faith. And when we leap, we hope that fate is not out to make a fool out of us.

dumb post. i should be thinking of ICF

Random thought

noreply@blogger.com (lh) — Thu, 19 Apr 2007 21:38:00 +0000

photographers must be able to see the beauty in everything in order to capture them on film. Otherwise, how can something that is normally simple and overlooked in real life be captured so beautifully in pictures? Very few people see beauty everywhere. Does it take real talent or just a really happy heart?

lack of photos

noreply@blogger.com (lh) — Thu, 19 Apr 2007 17:37:00 +0000

I have a serious lack of photos... photos that can remind me of my 4 years in law sch... i feel like i need to go to sch and take a whole bunch of photos wif pple before i leave the sch... so let's all schedule photo opps in sch! pls make urself pretty/handsome when u go to sch and i might be ard to take random pictures of u guys. sigh the desperation

My heart has flown away

noreply@blogger.com (lh) — Thu, 19 Apr 2007 12:53:00 +0000

Bah... I have last minute decided to pop by Berlin for a few days during my grad trip cause got free accomodation!!!! At that, I got too excited to study anymore. I keep on thinking abt how exciting it would be to get onto that plane and fly away. gosh. Ok. I need to motivate myself to study... bah. but my heart has flown away

In other news, I lurvee my mommy... She bought me nice chocolates from Sins cause I had a craving for good chocolate. Yeah yeah i know i am spoilt but those merci chocolates just dun make the cut when there is godiva and sins and royce. The aroma of those chocolates are enough to make you happy. I always take a good few minutes to full take in the enchanting alluring scent of chocolates before I pop one into my mouth and enjoy it swirling around in my mouth. Fantastic stuff... Each bite must be savoured... Sigh but i finished my stash so for now, it's either merci or no chocs for poor me.

But daddy came to the rescue. heh he got moist lovely honey cake from Japan. Those are great. Never too coying, soft like eating clouds and the smell too! heavenly. So, I am still a happy girl. Ok. Maybe a fat happy girl.

Damn. I forgot abt ICF. bleah.

I hate long judgments

noreply@blogger.com (lh) — Wed, 18 Apr 2007 21:53:00 +0000

After almost 4 years of law school, I still balk at the long judgments. I hate them with a passion. Why must they write so much? And why must they use such long sentences? And why must they torture me like that? It's not it is reading a story book.

It is dry....

ugh. kill me. I am damn scared of ICF

The Mouse

noreply@blogger.com (lh) — Mon, 16 Apr 2007 18:46:00 +0000

My mum always said tt I am a sneaky kid. When I was like 7 or 8, I stole a whole can of Almond Roca (the bestest chocolate ever) and hid in her toilet to eat it. I know, I am weird. I hid in the toilet to eat chocolates but there is a perfectly good reason for it. If I were to hide in my room and lock my door for a long time to eat those delicious chocolates, my mum would suspect something. My whole family is not very into the locking door scene. It's like if we locked our doors, we would always be asked: why u lock the door? wat were u doing inside?

So I thought I was being brilliant by hiding in the toilet because I have a reason to lock the door! I am doing big business. That's why I am inside for so long.

Who knew tt when I was savouring like my 10th odd piece of chocolate, my mum knocks on the door and she says: 'wat are u doing inside? how come so long?' I panicked and told her I was coming out soon. So i hastily stuffed the can somewhere and emerged from the bathroom looking relieved.

Little did I know, I walked out with my chocolate on the edges of my mouth. Big smears of chocolate. Gosh! How stupid can u get rite? I planned so much so I can eat chocolates and I forgot to clean my mouth. Could kick myself for that. All that planning went down the drain...

The reason why I remembered this story is cause I frequently run to the kitchen downstairs for food when I am studying at night. Like clockwork, every 2-3 hours. I make a lot of noise in the kitchen. I open and close cabinets, search the fridge, just to find some food to eat. At this moment, my mum will always say: There goes the rat...

*diao* I was born in the year of the rat anyway. But because a rat is bigger and uglier. I always correct her and say: "mouse. ok mouse. I am dainty."

My new Favourite song

noreply@blogger.com (lh) — Sun, 15 Apr 2007 08:23:00 +0000

爱情转移

歌手：陈奕迅

曲:christopher chak 词:林夕
徘徊过多少橱窗住过多少旅馆
才会觉得分离也并不冤枉
感情是用来浏览还是用来珍藏
好让日子天天都过得难忘
熬过了多久患难湿了多长眼眶
才能知道伤感是爱的遗产
流浪几张双人床换过几次信仰
才让戒指义无返顾的交换
把一个人的温暖转移到另一个的胸膛
让上次犯的错反省出梦想
每个人都是这样享受过提心吊胆
才拒绝做爱情待罪的羔羊
会议是捉不到的月光握紧就变黑暗
等虚假的背影消失于晴朗
阳光在身上流转等所有业障被原谅
爱情不停站想开往地老天荒
需要多勇敢
烛光照亮了晚餐照不出个答案
恋爱不是温馨的请客吃饭
床单上铺满花瓣拥抱让它成长
太拥挤就开到了别的土壤
感情需要人接班接近换来期望
期望带来失望的恶性循环
短暂的总是浪漫漫长总会不满
烧完美好青春换一个老伴
你不要失望荡气回肠是为了
最美的平凡

Is that actually me?

noreply@blogger.com (lh) — Wed, 11 Apr 2007 14:49:00 +0000

My fren says this is me.... I don't like the raisin t-shirt but on account tt she gave me a halo and a nice big fat smile. I will let it go. I do have a round round face. bleah. that's me... can u believe it? I can't

The last class of law school

noreply@blogger.com (lh) — Tue, 10 Apr 2007 13:15:00 +0000

I just had the last class of my law school life and I didn't realise it. It only hit me just. It's damn sad because the last class ended with a whimper and plenty of really hard to understand accents. 4 freaking years and those people who meant something to me weren't around. I guess the next time I would see them would be at the exams and I don't think we will be in a particularly good mood. We'd probably be hiding behind our stacks of mugger notes, concentrating very hard on not failing our exams. This stinks! It really does cause at least when we finished our O and A levels, we had those group outings and there were whoops of joy or among the more dramatic people, tears.

We won't have that this time round. We all end on different days and we apparently have grown older, wiser, more dignified with lots more poise. No more public expression of emotions. We are officially entering the working world. Sure sure we have PLC, where I hope we can slack a bit but I feel as if that final feeling of havng graduated is slowly being robbed from us. There probably won't be a common defining moment for all of us where we say: yay we got over law school. We can look forward to when we are called to the bar, but I gather we will spend the time after that celebrating with our families who have put up with our legal arguments and supported us through the long long 23, 25 years of our lives.

There will be no opportunity to say goodbye. There will only be a slow process where we gradually stop seeing each other. Bah.... I'm thinking so much.

So, to all of you who meant something to me, really thank you for the laughter, even if it was over really corny jokes. Just a little heartfelt something from me to all of you. Enjoy the remaining mugging periods, enjoy grad trip and enjoy life. Oh one more! how could i forget?! Enjoy mahjong.

Hugs.

dumb and dumber

noreply@blogger.com (lh) — Sat, 07 Apr 2007 14:30:00 +0000

If it's possible, I feel dumb and dumber each day. How is it that my brain starts to decline at the very very very very (and i cannot stress this enough) tender age of 22....

Mr. World

noreply@blogger.com (lh) — Sat, 07 Apr 2007 13:27:00 +0000

I was taking a break from writing and I was channel surfing. Big mistake! I came across Mr. World and I was promptly reduced to girly giggles, complete with me smacking the sofa as I screeched: "so cute!" to no one at all.

I am ashamed. Bah. and now I resent Mr. Tan even more cause I had to give up gawking at cute guys for Aviation law.

My life sucks

noreply@blogger.com (lh) — Thu, 05 Apr 2007 06:42:00 +0000

Aviation is killing me. I wonder how I am going to churn out 8500 words. They're not just words. They are words that have to live up to Alan Tan's standard. Just kill me now

Mahjong Anonymous

noreply@blogger.com (lh) — Sat, 31 Mar 2007 08:54:00 +0000

In view of the stupid 8500 word research paper I have to write for Aviation law, my msn nick is: I tie myself to the table.

This is how addicted people think I am. My fren msned me and asked: To the desk or the mahjong table?

I have to blame myself for not making myself clear. Contra proferandum and I am guilty as charged.

Otherwise, I was randomly thinking of people who are seriously addicted to mahjong. If there is the AA for alcoholics and the SA for sexaholics (is that what you call them?), should there be a MA for mahjong addicts? In that case, won't it be terrible because I would think that the best way to stop a person from playing mahjong is to make it very difficult for him or her to find mahjong kakis. But, if you have a MA, then that problem is solved!

Terrible Horrible! You get a whole bunch of people who are gian to play mahjong together, it is so easy for them to form a table. You can play 3 pple mahjong or if you have too many people, just take turns lor...

The future is bleak! How are mj addicts supposed to quit then??? I wonder.....

I got a shi san ya. nayneenayneebooboo

noreply@blogger.com (lh) — Fri, 09 Mar 2007 01:15:00 +0000

Hello people!

I made my shi san yao again. Yes, this is the second time. lalalalala. I don't care wat pple say abt it being suay cause I got money in my pocket and nothing is more liquid and secure den cold hard cash. Take that people! bwahhahaha.. shi san yao! shi san yao!

Worship me, the shi san yao queen!

The previous post sucked

noreply@blogger.com (lh) — Sat, 03 Mar 2007 13:28:00 +0000

Bah, I think i was really not clear so congrats to those people who understood it and apologies if I made your head hurt from trying to understand what the crap was it I wrote.

Little tidbit. Went out for dinner with the girls yesterday. We were belatedly celebrating Bik's and Jia's birthday. Menotti u know? At Raffles City, hidden in the esprit store. We chatted for ages. I forgot how long it has been since we went out and sat down to talk rubbish. It was nice.

Then today I went out with the older sister and bought shoes. boy love shoes. being inspired from all the sex and the city episodes I have been watching. I know the fashion is out dated but it's fun to watch how pple mix and match. If only my account had no limit and my dad had oodles of money for me to spend. for now, i have to settle for rummaging through sales whilst trying to find a good buy. It's hard to buy shoes for clown feet like mine. Big feet mean I am more stable so it's harder to push me down. But big feet also means I am no Cinderella which then means that I will not be finding a prince anytime soon. Oh my, maybe I am one of those evil step sisters who needs to cut off a toe in order to fit into a shoe and find a husband. hahahaha god i would never be that desperate.

I am ranting random stuff. I need to organise my thoughts and be clearer in my writing. Someone told me that recently and I was slightly surprised cause yeah I was surprised. Doesn't matter.

boing boing boing.... bouncing off till i find something else more boliao to talk abt.

The Qiang Kang Rule

noreply@blogger.com (lh) — Sat, 03 Mar 2007 13:16:00 +0000

Just a new rule that I learnt the other day. I thought I should educate all of you.

Example: Lulu, Mimi, Apple and Prada are playing mahjong after a particular hard night at work. Lulu discards 6 bamboos and Mimi pengs it. Thus, we have 3 "6 bamboos" being displayed. Later on in the game, Mimi draws a card and it turns out to be "6 bamboos" too. So Mimi takes out the card, shows it to lulu, apple and prada in order to kang and get money. At this point of time, Prada is also waiting for a "6 bamboos" in order to game. In the tussle for possession of the card, Prada wins! Notwithstanding Mimi was the one who drew the "6 bamboos".

To top off the sundae with a big huge cherry, Prada gets to add yi tai because she qiang kang! tadah! so fun rite? You get an extra tai for nothing. And I would think that snatching the card from someone would be very satisfying. I know that it's not nice to build your happiness on someone else's loss but boy oh boy that should be pretty darn fun.

Clarifications:
Firstly, it is NOT qiang kang if Mimi had 3 "6 bamboos" and Apple threw a "6 bamboos" which Mimi wanted to kang. In this case, if Prada were waiting for a "6 bamboo" to game as well, she gets priority but there is no qiang kang and no adding of yi tai.

It's pretty confusing. But I learnt something new and I wanted to share the knowledge.

My house is a mahjong den

noreply@blogger.com (lh) — Mon, 26 Feb 2007 13:13:00 +0000

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.

The birth of the mj blog

noreply@blogger.com (lh) — Mon, 26 Feb 2007 02:35:00 +0000

Oh my god, I cannot believe I am doing this in insolv class but courtesy of a particular erm year 3, I am bored to death. It's like growing old fast and slow at the same time. But I digress. So this blog was inspired by this person I was playing mj with. We were all complaining about having the chance to win big big but we always fail because some bugger would game with yi tai. Those yi tais are evil! They dash my wu tai zi mo dreams.

Inspired by that particular mj session where urs truly won $18 (yay yay, shake bon bon), I decided to set up a blog to show my devotion to mj. It shall contain stories of my victorious wu tais and the sad sad low periods of my relationship where my wu tai efforts are blocked by pathetic yi tais. I shall chronicle my battles, complete with stories of dragons and evil armies impeding my way to save the beautiful princiess known as wu tai zi mo.

Mj is my bf. Till the next time I blog, go play mj pple. We should all try to rescue that princess.