The last time I played mahjong was quite awhile ago;
tonight, I lost $20plus.
This is just the beginning...
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Then the mahjong game ended and I fetched the West side people back home. While exiting AYE into CTE I saw this familiar car so I chased him and realize he's Dave. Tailgated him all the way to Serangoon Garden and back to his cafe until he finally realize it's me that's following him. Saved Kaile some trouble by helping Dave with unloading the goods and then off I go to refill the petrol that I used up.
No attendant so I self-serviced. Went to the counter only to realize my insurance premium has deducted the last bit of my DBS account balance and I didn't have other cards nor cash (lost in the game) with me, so I called my lifeline and got Dave to grant me some saving grace (THANKS SO MUCH!) After escorting him back (because he was driving without his contacts by then) I went back home.
At the junction from YCK Rd turning into St 91, the Getz skidded. I was that close to the traffic light when (FKING LUCKILY) the car gained back its control and I leave the screech and skid mark behind me as though nothing happened. The lorry uncle that I almost hit being cute enough chased me not to show me fingers but checked if I was okay. Faith in humanity restored...
Went into the carpark and couldn't find a lot in the lower decks (which normally shouldn't have been a problem when I return at this kind of timing) so I went on to park at Deck J (not forgetting that I mounted the side curb twice on the way).
Got back home and found mum still awake. Tried to find my stack of rough paper to write the deck level for my brother but failed, only to come to know that my mum took it and tore a few pieces out and cut them (for whatever reason). Those few pieces happened to be the ones of my notes, schedules and important documents. A normal me would have blown my top but the night has proven too much for me to be left with any energy to even raise my voice.
That's about how much drama you can wish for in a normal weekday night. It's 4 in the morning and I have to wake at 8 later on. Nicely done... Oh, and Jack sprained his leg during a run last night, I really don't know how is he gonna climb that few levels up to get the car that I conveniently parked so high.
