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Wednesday, February 21, 2007 || 1:36 PM
Alright, I shifted to the new Blogger at last. Though I don't see a reason to.
Got an invitation by Priscilla to move to her new home for some get-together party. Sounded fun, so I went. Moved in through the main gate of private apartment and took 2 wrong turnings and a wrong building entrance. Managed to find her unit in the end.
So the peeps were there. I wasn't surprised to see people like Rhoda and Jillian and Thomas and Kenny there. Of course, they were the best of friends with a person such as Priscilla. Moved off to play a couple of rounds of cards before more people started to pile up in her new apartment. So we moved off to Priscilla's room to start on mahjong. Every now and then, a different person would pop up and take a peek in the room, perhaps to check on how we are doing. People such as Priscilla's parents, relatives and schoolmates such as Kevin and Jourdan.
Then Priscilla's mum moved in and gave all of us a red packet each. I was stunned. A parent of my good friend, giving me a red packet? She then elaborated that the money inside should be used as capital for gambling such as Blackjack and stuff like that. I was stunned even further.
I am sorry, but I would never use money from a good friend of mine to gamble. So I returned what I took to the red packet pile near the dining table. It just doesn't feel right. I would only end up feeling even worse about myself if I were to carry on with what I should do with those money.
My apologies to Priscilla and her mum if I showed any signs of disrespect by refusing to play along with the others. It's just.......not right. I am sorry.
Labels: apology, celebration, friends
