*resurrecting blog*
Larry called. he's got fever. I've got flu. so no tuition. seem like some kinda bug is passing around. be careful people. today is the 3rd day of personal quarantine. felt like going out. so met LJ and BL for supper.
Tuesday, June 08, 2004
Monday, June 07, 2004
*words of wisdom*
that untimely blow yesterday. suffering today. woke up with a bad throat. sore and painful. the mirror didn't reflect anything on the outside. internal injury. that must be. couldn't talk the whole day.
couldn't even say "hu" when playing MJ. when the 3 MJ kings came. i lost money in pain. (they coincidentally rhyme). my throat and heart both pained. my money is hard earned. the amount lost might seem little to others - but it's too huge a loss to me. 4 days of lunch and dinner. that's how much i simply lost. the saying: "no loss, no gain" might be true. but it surely doesn't apply on gambling when another saying goes: "ten bets, nine losses". how naive am i. always hope i don't win or lose money. 'cause i merely wanted to provide some entertainment for friends at no cost. but they wanted to gamble money and dragged me into it. i succumbed to peer pressure.
the excuses they churned for me were all sorts. - you ORD already, got so much time, where got no time to play mahjong? - don't complain, i lost even more money to others before, compared to you now. - once a while play no harm right, anyway the stakes are so small how much can you lose? - if you lose, it's equivalent to spending on two movies, just treat it as entertainment fee for your friends. i was tempted several times. each time i delayed my decision.
didn't exactly buy their reasons. knew they were wrong. but i didn't have the heart to turn down entertaining my friends. i gave in. they could afford to lose small. they had lost bigger before. i had everything to lose. 'cause i couldn't afford to lose. i am poor. MJ is a rich man's game. but it can also make a rich man poor overnight. till now did i realise i had sunk a little too deep into sh*t. i finally lost. but "no pain, no gain". i recovered my conscience. rediscovered the truth. at a small expense. i shall never gamble again.
that untimely blow yesterday. suffering today. woke up with a bad throat. sore and painful. the mirror didn't reflect anything on the outside. internal injury. that must be. couldn't talk the whole day.
couldn't even say "hu" when playing MJ. when the 3 MJ kings came. i lost money in pain. (they coincidentally rhyme). my throat and heart both pained. my money is hard earned. the amount lost might seem little to others - but it's too huge a loss to me. 4 days of lunch and dinner. that's how much i simply lost. the saying: "no loss, no gain" might be true. but it surely doesn't apply on gambling when another saying goes: "ten bets, nine losses". how naive am i. always hope i don't win or lose money. 'cause i merely wanted to provide some entertainment for friends at no cost. but they wanted to gamble money and dragged me into it. i succumbed to peer pressure.
the excuses they churned for me were all sorts. - you ORD already, got so much time, where got no time to play mahjong? - don't complain, i lost even more money to others before, compared to you now. - once a while play no harm right, anyway the stakes are so small how much can you lose? - if you lose, it's equivalent to spending on two movies, just treat it as entertainment fee for your friends. i was tempted several times. each time i delayed my decision.
didn't exactly buy their reasons. knew they were wrong. but i didn't have the heart to turn down entertaining my friends. i gave in. they could afford to lose small. they had lost bigger before. i had everything to lose. 'cause i couldn't afford to lose. i am poor. MJ is a rich man's game. but it can also make a rich man poor overnight. till now did i realise i had sunk a little too deep into sh*t. i finally lost. but "no pain, no gain". i recovered my conscience. rediscovered the truth. at a small expense. i shall never gamble again.
Sunday, June 06, 2004
*mind blowing*
gave Patrick tuition. coached Lynda squash. met LJ for basketball.
basketball. one of the worst sessions. the ball slammed straight into my face. 3 times. my specs flew out. 3 times. the 1st time my most presentable pair of metallic specs got so twisted. the twist - it's deemed irreversible. after that fatal 1st hit i had no choice but to substitute my metallic specs with my ACG - plastic specs. the plastic one suffered 2 severe blows but it never got outta shape.
highlight of the day. one shorty (shorter than me by nearly a head) tried to dribble past me. clumsily jumped and elbowed my throat while attempting the basket. this time LJ had to substitute me. yes. ME. nearly hammered my apple. will never play basketball with those ruffians again. my life is precious.
had dinner with LJ. supposed to drag Eddie for steamboat buffet at Turf City. but he adamantly refused to tag along. ended up eating Penang Kway Tiao and Prawn Mee at Killiney Kopitiam. lime juice was refreshing. his darling BL knocked off and met us for dessert (though we already finished it before she arrived).
reached home around 11.30pm. it was still my brother's birthday. not past midnight yet. had the last slice of chocolate cake. *yum* happy birthday.
gave Patrick tuition. coached Lynda squash. met LJ for basketball.
basketball. one of the worst sessions. the ball slammed straight into my face. 3 times. my specs flew out. 3 times. the 1st time my most presentable pair of metallic specs got so twisted. the twist - it's deemed irreversible. after that fatal 1st hit i had no choice but to substitute my metallic specs with my ACG - plastic specs. the plastic one suffered 2 severe blows but it never got outta shape.
highlight of the day. one shorty (shorter than me by nearly a head) tried to dribble past me. clumsily jumped and elbowed my throat while attempting the basket. this time LJ had to substitute me. yes. ME. nearly hammered my apple. will never play basketball with those ruffians again. my life is precious.
had dinner with LJ. supposed to drag Eddie for steamboat buffet at Turf City. but he adamantly refused to tag along. ended up eating Penang Kway Tiao and Prawn Mee at Killiney Kopitiam. lime juice was refreshing. his darling BL knocked off and met us for dessert (though we already finished it before she arrived).
reached home around 11.30pm. it was still my brother's birthday. not past midnight yet. had the last slice of chocolate cake. *yum* happy birthday.