people(or more specifically, roston lim's friends) who still play mahjong on a weekday night (after 10pm) when they are fully aware that the doors and walls of a flat are not even 40% soundproof should eat their own faeces. '
or rather, eat mine.
or better still, eat dog poo that is more than a day old.
or best, drink one litre of cat poo mashed with cat urine.

honestly, i don't understand how mahjong can be that fun.
it's so fun that they play it every bloody day.

and the worst thing is that i don't have the balls to tell them to fk out of the house.