It seems to be an ordinary celebration with at home.
Ok... his friends came along, and I thought it was an all guys thing, but...
HOLY SHIT two girls came along later.
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Just booked out, and reached home. My younger brother was getting some friends over to my house for a steamboat/hotplate buffet. I realised this, when I found some outsiders' shoes at my doorstep. Thinking it was my youngest bro coming from my aunt's, I kept shouting out loud, "whose shoes ah, so stylo! come play game izzit??"
And here comes the shocker, when I saw his friends, playing my PC and PS2. There goes playtime... and with that, comes some real inconveniences:
1) can't really wash my clothes immediately
2) can't move around freely
3) have to shower away from the public eye
Thought it was all going good, since I could mingle quite a bit, like telling them not to hold back later at night (jokingly, birthday bashes), and sharing some tips at poly.
Until his friends, two girls, came along. Now I can't look like I'm the king of the hill, have to act considerate, because my behaviour at home is really atrocious...
And all the way into the night, I can't help but look like a stupid dork. The ladies were sitting opposite me, they look so freakingly modest when it comes to eating...
modest eaters and the glutton
And not to mention how bad I look at not drinking alcohol. His friends are going crazy on the booze, red wine, rice wine, and martells....
too much wino....
/me looks ashamed looking at my plate..
And all they talk... is Maplestory.. yes that MMORPG that looks like a real timewaster...
Conclusion: I suck when I interact with ladies...
And the killer blow of the day: My brother actually tried to help me talk around with them. And I just wasted it.
My bro: "Aye, my bro is really good at programming, and he helps me quite a lot!"
Others: "Izzit?? wow must recommend leh! my C language lousy man!"
Me: "No Lah, my brother talking cock one, my programming actually cannot make it one."
Everyone: "................." -_-;
Monday, August 08, 2005
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