I know how to play mahjong!!!

Whee!

Thanks to Angie and her Mum, Wei Yen, Janice, Yoggi and I are relatively well-equipped with basic skills to play a simple game of mahjong. I used to think that mahjong was a game played by bored old people, thanks to Hong Kong drama serials. Now.......actually, I still think so. I feel old, but entertained.

I wish I had magic powers. Then, I would make my room clean itself. I would conjure up my own Chicken Little and a baby elephant. And that big-eyed thing from Madagascar.

I was just talking to Wei yesternight, about what sheltered people we are. I guess I was feeling slightly thoughtful after reading a couple of blogs belonging to people I once knew in primary school. Boozing, clubbing, smoking, even cutting themselves... I'm not freaked out or anything, just shocked at how messed up some of the happy kids I knew have turned out. Okay, maybe 'messed up' is the wrong phrase. They're just so...bitter. Cynical. Angry with the world. Contrast this with the typical Dunman High nerd (i.e. Me.), who counts 'jaywalking' as her worst criminal offence, who freaks out (until this year) when she's 5 minutes late for lessons after recess. Whose Mummy drove her almost everywhere (until this year), who didn't get out much. Sheltered little bitch.

Wei is not grounded anymore!! Heehee! Goodiegoodie. Tomorrow, we're going to celebrate Rachie's birthday! Tralala....and Tuesday. Oooo.

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