Bulk of the day was him fidgeting with the sjcam's accessories and watching my baby brother own ass at gunz while I laid in bed pouty and whiny for his attention. Poor him dealing with me 24/7.
My mum is truly ageless - look at her face!
I think I have superior physical genes. Every single person I know/ met tells me I have the prettiest eyes, longest eyelashes, highest cheekbones, reddest lips, thickest eyebrows, straightest teeth and curliest hair. Nobody talks about my nose. Neither do I.
But my point is everything on my face is a reflection of my parents. My dad has the longest lashes/ curliest hair and my mum has the gentlest eyes. My grandma has the tallest cheekbones/ nicest teeth (dentures but ;et's not be anal) and my granddad has the strongest brows.
But of course I had to make my own life difficult by spending my teenage years rejecting all sorts of food, choosing to read books and write stories over monkeying around tall buildings and lengthening myself and shit.
I THOUGHT WE HAD A DEAL GOD. I WAS SUPPOSED TO BE TALL AND BEAUTIFUL AND I WAS SUPPOSED TO TOWER OVER EVERYONE I SEE AS I STEP OVER THEM.
Now all I can do is crossly terrorize people with my english, and even then it's not a full impact because it's like hearing an ant scream. My god I'm living the angry life on difficult mode.
I am not sure if he was checking out my ass or my hair when he thought it'd make a fantastic photo. But anyway he was in an incredible mood because he is rolling in $$$.
I like watching him when he plays. Most of the other players are shitty losers, always making ugly grunts/ putting on the world's sourest face when they lose. Some of them are plain rude, throwing the dealer money to change to chips or throwing back the cards they opened.
But not my baby no. He politely sets his money down to be changed, he returns the opened cards properly, he wins with a laugh, he loses with dignity and he leaves the table thanking the dealer.
And I think the gods admire him for that, and they favor him in all his bets.
As you can tell he stopped checking out my hair nor ass and instead focused on taking the the most un-glamorous photo of me he could. Also I may have an addiction to north indian food.
Went home early and l4d2'ed to death with my baby brother who had to save my ass at every turn and at one point went, "Da Jie how come you never improve after so long?" oh my god this is not happening I AM NOT DOING MY GAMING ARM INK JUSTICE.
Woe to me indeed :(
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