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Re: My attempt at sharing my experiences...
So what's your decision?
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Do continue updating.. On a side note, because of the previous post, I went to try Zinger Double Down today. KFC should give you some money for helping them advertise on sbf. Haha.
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Yo Bro, if certain things were mean to be, it will be one day. Only time will tell. Said enough, take care!
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That's actually quite funny. I didn't enjoy it though. Too oily. And I have yet to watch the avengers... Will update soon...
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#695
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It's worth the price of the ticket.
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I headed back to Shirley's place after a considerable time stoning. The KFC should have already arrived, given Diane's great driving skills.
As I entered the door, they were already eating. S: Kor, your double down's still warm. Do you want to heat it up? Me: No need. I took a seat at the single seater. They were watching tv. Me: Hey. When did you get MioTV? S: Recently. Figured I'll need something to do... Me: Got MioStadium? S: The football channel? No. Me: Damn. S: I can subscribe if you want. Me: It's ok. Last game is next weekend anyway. S: Next season? Me: See how la. S: If I get it will you stay here? Me: Huh? Er. No. S: Why not? Me: I've already decided to stay. Don't need extra motivation. Especially what happened this afternoon. S: Oh about that... Me: Let's not discuss it ok? Eat. I unwrapped the oil-stained paper of the double-down and almost instantly regretted by choice. Me: Oh my god. D: Looks bad right? Good luck eating it. Me: I think the amount of oil in those chickens is equivalent. Shirley rubbed her tummy. S: But baby likes it... Me: Er. I did not know if I should cringe, but I kept a straight face and decided not to say anything stupid. Me: It's not very healthy. D: Once in a while. And are you gonna deny a pregnant lady her cravings? Me: I guess not. I took a huge bite into the sinful burger and felt the oil ooze out, slowly coating my throat with each chew. Sinful as it was, it actually tasted good. But extremely oily. Way too oily for my liking. S: So how's the burger? Me: I don't know I can even call it a burger. I looked at the two patties of breaded spicy thigh meat and wondered which imbecile actually came up with a monstrosity like this. As if reading my thoughts, Diane answered. D: This has actually been in the US for quite awhile. Apparently it's one of the top 5 unhealthiest fast food items around? Me: Thanks for the info. I wondered how many 2.4km runs I would have to clock, or how many hours in the gym this one burger would equate to. S: You don't like it? Me: I guess it's good for the first few bites... D: Then don't eat it. There's lots of chicken. True enough. There appeared to be 2 buckets of chicken. Me: Two family feasts? D: Yeah. One crispy one original. Me: That's like 20 pieces? D: 16 pieces only. Me: For three persons? D: Around 5 per person. Not alot. Me: Plus the whipped potato, coleslaw, popcorn chicken... D: Are you a man or not? I'm sure you can eat more than this. Besides me and Shirley already ate around 10 pieces... Me: Gluttons. S: I'm eating for two... Me: Ok. Fine. I'll eat my share. Just need to run later or something... D: Ok! I'll go with you. Me: Erm. I glanced over at Shirley. She appeared to be a little jealous. I remembered how Diane almost gave other jitters nose bleeds and heart attacks the last time she ran. Me: I don't think it will be tonight though. Will be too full. D: Ok. Let me know when then. I tried to change to topic. Me: So I'll take the study room? S: Sure. Jenny coming over? D: Who's Jenny? A part of me almost died. S: His ex fuck buddy. D: What's she coming over for? S: To stay as well? She's having some family problems. Diane looked at me as though I was some huge bastard. She turned to Shirley. D: Are you nuts? She's the cause of all this. And you'll allow her to stay here? Me: Hey. Mind your words. D: You're worse than I thought. S: I'm ok with it. I'm sure she's changed. Me: It wasn't even her fault to begin with. It was mine ok? D: Once a slut always a slut. Me: Hey. Shut the fuck up. D: You're gonna make me? S: Kor, D, stop arguing. I already said I'm ok with it. D: How can you even consider it? Me: Shut up la. S: It might be good for me. Making more friends, getting to know what's going on in his head. D: His head is full of shit. And sex. And whatever. Me: Oh speak for yourself. S: Enough! We both shut up instantly. S: My decision is final. If I say ok means ok. Understand? D: Yeah. S: So is she? Me: No. She's uncomfortable about the whole situation. D: Must be guilty. Me: You bitch. D: Bastard. S: Before I throw this chicken at both of you, please stop it. It's my house. And baby doesn't like all this noise. D: Sorry. S: Kor? Me: I didn't start this. S: You're still staying right? Me: Yeah. S: Good. That's all I needed to hear. I'm going back to my room now. You two can sort out your differences. Quietly. She retreated to her room, leaving me and Diane staring daggers at each other. Somehow the night was not turning out the way I expected. |
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Oh well, the double down is really oily, and not that easy to chew for a burger.
Of course, I do not know Diane personally, but from your write-ups on her previously, it sounds kinda rich coming from her. Haha. |
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It's like the pot calling the kettle black... But yeah, even though I've moved back, Diane seems to be a constant thorn in my side... Really wonder what game she's playing...
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#699
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My thoughts exactly. Maybe she wants to prevent herself from falling for you again, so she's intentionally finding fault with you for the smallest things.
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#700
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Possibly. You should have been around when I was drinking with Jason on Labour Day. Diane joined us and was making fun of me the entire time. I think Jason was regretting his decision to drink with me in Shirley's house. It's in the next few updates. Haven't typed them out yet...
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Diane and I finished up the rest of the chicken without saying anything to each other.
I was really pissed at her. Why did she even have to question Jenny's character? Had we not established that the entire debacle was my fault? After clearing up, Diane went over to the guest room and took her toiletries and towel. It appeared that she was staying over as well. I glared at her as she made her way to the common bathroom. D: What you staring at? You want some of this? Me: Don't be crazy. You don't appeal to me anymore. D: What the fuck? She came over looking pissed. D: Are you saying I'm fat and ugly? Me: No, you just said it. D: Idiot! She grabbed my crotch and squeezed. I pushed her away. Me: Go away you crazy bitch! She pushed me back onto the couch and lifted her t-shirt. She was not wearing a bra. She tried to straddle me. Me: Are you mad? Do you want to wake Shirley? Suddenly she punched me on my chest. D: Bastard. You better don't hurt her. I scrambled off the couch. Me: You're absolutely crazy. D: Yes I am. You denied me once. And I'll never have you. Me: Get over yourself. You made me want to change for the better. Now I'm a better person and you want me to become bad again? I don't control you and you don't control me. Now leave me alone. Otherwise I'll go and not come back and you can explain to Shirley. D: Oh I've already told her I never slept with you. And I wanna try. She said go ahead. She doesn't feel for you that way anymore. Me: Ok. You're both crazy. I grabbed my keys and stuff and headed out. D: Where you going? Me: Out. For a smoke. D: You're coming back right? Me: Not when there's a crazy bitch in the house. D: Don't hurt her or disappoint her. Me: Don't force me to do things I don't want to. D: It's just sex. Something you love doing. Me: I've changed! Let me be a better person please. D: Suit yourself. Free sex and you turn it down again. Me: Goodbye. Go wank in the shower or something. D: Oh I will. I bet your dick's so small it won't satisfy me anyway. Me: Haha. Nice try. You know the size anyway. I quickly left and shut the door before she could continue taunting me. I headed to the staircase and dialed Jason. Me: Bro, where you? J: Gf's place. What's up? Me: Jenny rejected the idea. J: Oh? Too bad then. Hope she can survive my parents then. If I didn't move out I might have gone crazy. Me: I'm going crazy moving back here la. J: Why? Me: Remember the bridesmaid? J: The big boobed one? Me: Yeah. J: Why? Me: I feel like she's making my life difficult. J: How so? Me: She keeps making fun of me and putting me down. And I don't know if I'm being over-sensitive but I think she wants to sleep with me. J: Huh. Didn't know you were so in demand. Me: We were together for awhile la. But nothing happened. J: Don't think so highly of yourself. She could be testing you. Me: Yeah I know. J: Come over and chill la. Me: Now? J: Why not? My gf's about to go to bed. It's a public holiday tomorrow. Me: I don't wanna go too far. Just in case Shirley needs me. J: Haha. Ok. I must say you've really changed. Somehow. I'll go over? Me: Sure. BCM? J: I feel like stingray. Is it still open? Me: Good question. I don't know. J: Well I guess I'll find out. Wanna booze or not? I brought my collection over. Not much space here. Me: You wanna open your collection? J: Can always collect again when I get my own place. Me: Ok. What do you have? J: JD single cask or Gentleman Jack? Me: Never heard of the latter. J: Never drank it either. Me: No normal stuff? J: Baileys. Absolut. Johnnie Black. Chivas. Martell. Hennessy. Me: Ok. Just clear one that you have spare la. Then at least you will still have a collection. J: Martell it is then. Prepare the ice, coke and green tea. Me: Sure. We'll just have to drink quietly. J: Not a prob. See you at the hawker center in fifteen? Me: Roger. |
#702
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#703
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TS Bro,
I have been a great follower of your thread...and I "think" both girls like you and are just pushing you to the other |
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Jason and I grabbed a quick supper before quietly heading back to Shirley's place. It was past midnight and I did not want to risk waking her up. Diane was probably sleeping already so she should not be a problem.
We settled down at the couch and set up the coffee table for drinking. Out came the mugs from the kitchen. Jason quietly broke the ice we bought from 7-11 into more manageable pieces while I laid out the coke and green tea. He stuck a cigarette into his mouth. Me: Hey! Don't smoke in here. Might affect the baby. J: Oops. Sorry. He stepped outside for a quick puff while I poured the drinks. Suddenly, the door to the guest room open and Diane stepped out, wearing only a oversized t-shirt. I could not tell if she had shorts on. Not that I cared anyway. D: Oi. Why so noisy. I'm trying to sleep. Me: Drinking la. D: With? Me: Jason. He's outside smoking. D: You think this is your house already? Me: Chill la. It's a holiday. And we're trying to be as quiet as possible. D: You call this quiet? You could even wake me up. Me: Were you sleeping? D: Nope. Me: Then? D: Whatever. Get me a mug too. Me: Why? D: To drink la. Then what? To smash over your head? Me: Stop being bitchy. D: Get me my mug. Me: Fine. Diane stepped outside too and I heard her asking Jason for a cigarette. Me: Bitch. But I went to get her a mug anyway. Five minutes later, they both came back in and sat down. Jason wisely took the single seater, leaving me with Diane on the double. We raised our mugs filled with Martell coke. Me: Cheers to slogging our asses off for another year. J: I'm not slogging. Not exactly. Me: Fuck. Your jobs better than mine. D: I earn more than you too. Me: Whatever. D: The army must really suck. I don't recall my dad earning so little. Or my mom, or sister, or brother. Me: They're officers. And your brother has loads of other allowances. J: Wow. Military family. Why aren't you in? D: No interest. J: I see. I was getting a little uncomfortable. It was supposed to be a nice chill out session with Jason but Diane decided to crash the party. I decided to get her drunk as fast as possible so she would not disturb us. We finished our mugs and I poured another round, intentionally making Diane's stronger. She did not notice. This continued for a few more rounds. After awhile, she was starting to get high. D: Eh how come you guys not high yet? Me: We're better drinkers. D: Yeah right. I still remember the last time we drank. You couldn't even have sex. Me: I didn't want to. Not couldn't. D: No balls just admit it. Jason had to rub it in. J: Bro you gave up sex with this hot piece of ass? Me: Shut up bro. D: Yeah man. He must be the stupidest person I ever met. Me: Why don't you go sleep bitch? D: Sleep? I'm barely getting started. Pour me another. This time, I made it a half and half. And she felt it. D: Wow. That's strong. You're doing this on purpose. Me: Says who? D: You want me drunk so you can take advantage of me right? And I won't remember how small your dick is. Me: Don't be absurd. D: Haha. Small dick. Me: You're starting to piss me off. D: What are you going to do? Tickle me with your small dick? Me: That's it. I grabbed my sticks and mug and headed outside. J: Haha. I think you went too far. D: But it's really small! From what I saw anyway... J: Don't look at me. I wouldn't know. I shook my head as I listened to their conversation from outside. And he had to indulge her. It was seriously a wonder that Shirley had not woken up yet. Jason soon joined me outside. I peered in and saw that Diane was staggering back to her room. J: Bro, she's hilarious. How come you two didn't work out? Me: Disagreement over family issues. J: Really? Me: Yeah. J: That's so trivial. Anyway she's like the female version of you. Quite lame. I punched his shoulder. Me: Funny. J: Well it's too bad. You might have enjoyed her. Me: Yes boobs man. I might have. But no I ain't interested. J: Maybe if you're both drunk. Me: Nope still not interested. J: Your loss then. She seems very interested in you. Me: Whatever. J: We gonna continue drinking? There's still about a third of the bottle left. Me: Why not? J: I'll need a place to crash though. Don't think I can drive. Me: Take the study room. I'll sleep on the couch. J: Sure sure. We finished our sticks and headed back inside to resume our drinking session. As luck would have it, Diane was back on the couch, except she was dead to the world. Me: Great. J: Sit on the floor la. Me: I'm not worried about that. I've to drag her to her room later. Didn't I see her go inside just now? J: That's what I thought too. But whatever. Let's drink. I poured another 2 mugs. Me: Cheers. |
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Bro, nice story~~~ camping here and reading your story for the pass 2 days straight. Hope to read the next installment soon. Cheers
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