Not Fun Anymore

So, my brother is back from Melaka. Now, at least I have someone to talk shit with.

And he said I look much fatter now. Well, old news…*yawn*

One thing about brothers is that, they bloody laugh at every single thing that you do. Like I was practising playing the guitar, and he sniggerred. I showed him the Edward Scissorhands portrait that I drew, he laughed. I grabbed marshmallows and  guess what, he made snide comments. Among other things……he laughed at me for being fatter too. Not that he's a particularly jovial person, he's just a brother. Oh well, at least there's somebody to laugh at me when I kena kau-kau from my mom. How convenient, anytime of the day, any-bloody-damn-place. I'm glad he's back.