Whoa, just saw the Commonwealth Games opening ceremony and it is rather impressive. Fireworks from everywhere, dancing, fishes, fireworks and... STUFF. So much stuff and it is very grand. Brought forth various feelings of patriotism when the Sg team came up, maybe I'll watch something with them or something. Maybe, I';m notoriously lazy. On another news, my credit card is on its way. Do you know what that means? Can u smell opportunity? I can, and it smells like ACIDMAN and HOLSTEIN. Yepp, music is at my fingertips... so soon.....

funny though, we're condoning a sports event that celebrates British Colonial rule.... interesting.

Helo my duckies! Tis your good friend, the magnificently endowed PEP, the Eeps of Neverland, the Highness of high - me. Of course, that's merely the tip of the iceberg that is... ME.

In case u are wondering, Poker night was good. Rather fantastically successful I might say. Rayne's place was just barely suitable, but we all managed to find a place to sit down. The mahjong set was used. I would have killed pple if they didn't use it. The bloody thing was a tad heavy, the bag's strap biting into my shoulder, my back screaming profanities at me in the back of my sick sick pit of a mind. Damn it was heavy.
So it was used, on a round table layered with tracing paper. The mahjong pple got to gambling, and I tried to get the rest into this little game we like to call... Texas Hold-em. The cards were laid up, the teacher (me) patiently explaining to the noobs the interesting aspects n definite rules about this time-tested game. Then we set the cards down, divided the chips, played the game.

And I lost many rounds.

That aside, it was cool hanging out with the peeps, talking the various nonsense, drinking the untouchable beers, losing those damn chips to those damn women. Temptresses all. Will play real money next time.... next time.

I will eat souls.