Saturday, July 09, 2005

Allow me to rant a little.

I have just made a new enemy. She's got a square jaw, clean and smooth white skin the colour of ivory alabaster. She loves to frolic on green pastures, lounging in hours of disdainful pleasure, scheming up new ways to pilfer financial gain off those weak-minded enough to fall into the clasp of her vile cause.

Her name, is Mahjong.

There are people in my condo who play mahjong very regularly. Sometimes when I come home after Mambo or a late night out, the tapping and clacking of those hideous tiles still rings out loud and clear. Addicts playing til that hour! Coupled with loud snorts, laughter, and shouts of unidentifiable chinese exclamations. I have come to equate the clicking of mahjong tiles right up the ranks of annoying noises, together with loud wailing of late-night karaoke tributes to big-haired chinese songstresses.

And with the idea of losing money, to your friends(!!!), of all things and ways to throw the dollars away. My my, surely money could be better put somewhere else. At least if you blew your moolah on a no-holds-barred trip to the private Club21 sale, a summer holiday, or on a new pair of Predator boots, you'd have something to show for it. I was particularly unkind today when I remarked to the boyfriend, "I hope you'll lose a lot of money on mahjong one day soon. Like if you lose more money than you have with you at the table, or like half your entire bank account goes to your friend after a game. You'd know then not to obsess over mahjong anymore."

Oh you can throw all your money and time away, and you won't even buy a cookie for your girlfriend. Lordy, see why someone's on a roll.

And the excuse "My friends forced me to play another game, that's why I didn't talk to you the entire night" is sorry to say, passe and unacceptable. Does "Sorry guys I need to sleep earlier, have a long day tomorrow" sound mildly unconvincing? Oh, and add the point that they're always playing mahjong over at YOUR house. Correct me if I'm wrong, but I always thought the host was the one deciding the time to yell Finito. Party's over?

Just cos your surname is HU in Mandarin, it doesn't mean you have to shout it out all the time, four to a table, alright?


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