*yawn*

stayed up playing mahjong until almost 2 in the morning (with a mahjong glossary kindly provided by lionel! i have now expanded my chinese character reading ability)... decadent decadent life... i'm doing every single thing i used to disapprove of! realise that mahjong has a direct effect on your chinese-ness (which i clearly lack without you having to tell me). you find yourself conversing in broken fragments of dusty, rusty mandarin. you actually recognise some hokkien phrases that your aunties used to yell out during weekly mahjong sessions. you reminisce about chinese traditions and past new years. and i have to giggle as the ang mohs look on with uncomprehension written on their faces... they're probably thinking of "Joy Luck Club" when they say "I know this game! I've got to learn it" but they never can learn it... there's too much essence of chinois in it.

new photos have been uploaded. time to drag this carcass to the shower. meeting ruby's mum for lunch. dim sum is never better when someone else is treating you to it. especially in this land where you are deprived of good, wholesome, (expensive), chinese food.