Im drained.
Other than watching Harry Potter 6 on its premiere day, i came back at 12 something (one day almost 1am) consecutively for 3 days straight. Im surprised my parents didnt wail. It's like since my brother is out doing God knows what, they gave me leverage to stay out extra late.
Fantastic.
But anyway, yesterday was pretty funny. You see i arrived home about 12.15am and my parents took both the house keys when they went out for the manchester match so i thought they would make some nagging about staying up just to open the door and all.
My mom just asked where i went and said ok, good night. My brother who went out as well was nowhere to be seen.
The next day (today morning), i had a hard time waking up for this family lunch. Got there, sat down, and my brother told me he arrived home at 6AM in the MORNING but told my mum he got back at 3 just so she wont freak out. Apparently he and his friends were talking so much till they got hungry so they went to a 24 hour McD branch, realized the whole menu already served breakfast sets before finally looking at their watches.
Smart.
In the end my brother had to jump the fence and only managed to get in cause the maid was already awake doing chores.
Funny. I want to try that someday. 6am is a good time to come back home hahaha
But i dont think i'd get away with it that easily.
Damn... he's going back on tuesday. It's so sad. I have no one to disturb and talk to in the house anymore. :( No guitar hero buddy, no mamak stories, no more morning curfews.
Aih. Counting to September when he graduates.
S.
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