MJ

Aiya, not Michael Jackson of course.

MJ = Mahjong

Simply can't comprehend why people (esp. the smelly MEN!) are addicted to MJ. Hubby Goh has already assembled at Wellington Park early in the afternoon to play with his kakis who had either tuang work or took half day leave to play MJ. Haiz, so typical of these men. Every mention of it makes their eyes twinkle with joy and they chance at every occasion to play the stupid tile game everytime we meet at gatherings. Stupid people. I hate it especially when they got so engrossed with the game that they totally forgot that their partners are rotting in front of the TV waiting for their game to end. That's why whenever the Hubby Goh wants to play, I will not join him at the gathering. I rather put my time to good use.

Anyway, tonight's the reunion dinner at the Teo residence. The men are supposed to prepare the stuff but apparently they ended up at the MJ table. So the kind hearted Esther has volunteered to convert to part-time maid and do the necessary preps instead. So pissed that Hubby Goh wanted me to make my own way to SEMBAWANG after work cos' their game hasn't ended. And I think Hubby Goh was guilt-strickened, so he decided to fetch me instead. It's pouring loads outside ok? If he really not picking me up to the dinner, he is banned from MJ forever I tell you....hmpf!

I hate MJ. The person who invented it got to be shot!

On another irrelevant note, I is so addicted to Prison Break now! Managed to get hold of 12 episodes of season 2 from one kind soul, already finished 6 and have to take it slow cos' kind soul said US is showing 1 episode per week so he is unable to provide me with the antidote on time judging the rate I chased the show. Keke....no choice...the show is really exciting mah...and Wentworth Miller is soooooo soooooo suave! Go go Miller!