The ’call-me-names’ brother came back for the weekend. As always, his presence gets on my nerves all the time, ranging from the loud music to the monopolising of MY entire room.
*sigh*
He saw the blue black mark I got from the blood donation and start teasing me. Saying I was too weak and shouldn’t even bother about donating my blood. :@
What the hell? Who is he to judge me? It’s MY blood after all…!
Then the teasing/argument leads to who donated blood the most. Since when donating blood has become some sort of a competition to outwit each other?
‘Wuliao’ of him! I’m not surprised he surpassed me since he so eagerly flashing the blood donation card right in front of my eyes.
Urghh…what’s the big fuss? He only beat me by one time. I mean ONE time…
The glow on his face continued as he went on and on about how he’s younger than me by 2 years but still managed to donate more than me.
Who cares? Obviously NOT me…
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