Knitting is very addictive. We had laughed our heads off when Calvin told us about a girl in one of his classes who knits during lectures. "She can ask the professor relevant questions too!" he defended at the look of our incredulous faces.

The dynamics at the knitting shop I go to is very interesting. There's usually a group of ladies knitting there when I arrive. Our ages are very varied, from teens to grandmothers, all drawn together because of our love of making something beautiful with our own hands. Today we laughed that we are also very covetous because we are always drooling at each other's pieces and wanting to do them too. There is an occasional male who comes I am told but I have yet to meet them. The ladies seem to have a lot to talk about, from children to bosses from hell but a lot of the talk is about Chinese serials which they are really into and they seem to know the characters so well it is as though they are talking about real people whose lives they are very informed about and involved in. I told Aun that it is almost like mahjong only that it is knitting instead because going from what I remember about my parents' mahjong sessions, a lot of banter goes on at the table too and that perhaps is the major attraction of the game. I hope to make more firm friends there so that I can invite them to my cell events in future but it is quite difficult to get out of my goal oriented ways and learning to talk more. At least today, I managed to laugh along with them even though I was mentally pushing myself, faster, faster, in my head.