It's 1:15am as I write this in bed, freshly showered and in a pleasant mood.
Little sis taught me and big sissie a card game and we got really hooked on it which resulted in us playing it for about two or three hours while we jammed to some music mostly of Avril Lavigne's and Britney Spears'. The funniest part is when the loser gets her face doodled with lipstick by the other two players each time the game is over and it was just absolutely hilarious.
During the first few rounds, I, to my misfortune, was the consecutive loser—and lil sissie, wanting to outdo the drawings older sissie had left on my face, made the "comedy" of writing Patch's name down through my right cheek, which, to them, was funny; but to me, quite disturbing when I saw my reflection in my phone's front camera. Mainly because it reminded me of how pathetic the guy had been these days so his name felt like a severe disgusting stain on my face. For the past couple of months, see, he'd been dropping off messages in my Facebook inbox again; I could only shake my head. The nerve and the audacity he had.. Thinking about it literally makes me shiver in repulsion. Worry you not, I finally had him blocked when I've had enough. I'll tell you about it later.
So, anyway..
"Why are you still not over Patch?" older sissie rhetorically demanded the younger bitch because the latter, up to this day, still brings him up and teases me about it and every single time she does, I fight the urge to vomit because my gosh, it's been four years. FOUR YEARS.
My siblings know of him because we used to play Freefire together—all four of us, but they never met in person. (That, I made sure of, and am most especially grateful about now.)
"I suddenly miss playing Freefire," younger bitch then stated, which led to older bitch retelling the story of when she and her boyfriend tried out the shooting game for the first time and they unbelievingly won even though all they did was hide.
The next time I lost in the card game, younger sissie wrote another thing on my face and guess what? She put "OPPA" on my chin and you know damn well by now who she's referring to by that.
"Who else again are the men in her life?" she slyly asked older sis mixed with a silly grin on her visage in an attempt to make me feel more uncomfortable.
Yes, they know about Erwin, too. But only a trifle. For that, let's go back to the day when I went out with him for the very first time: on the 6th of February. (Keeping a diary really helps you track down certain dates.)
So right after my date with Erwin at the seaside mall, I texted Bryce when I stood outside to come pick me up. It just so happened that the guy was at a family gathering and said he was going to be held up for a little while so I decided to just go home and wait for him within the safety of familiar walls.
It was already late at night and there was no way in hell the truth would give me access to the freedom of going out again. No way in hell at 11 in the evening shall my sisters allow me to go out with some guy I met online whom I have yet to see in person and who I hardly even know. Even with my rendezvous with Erwin, I covered it up with: "I'm going out with Cara Dean." It's not a big deal. I just don't think it necessary to tell them about my dating life. Besides, it will just lead to questions and I really rather avoid that from my family. Although, I do confide a little more to our youngest when it comes to these things.. Just a tad bit more..
So for my date with Bryce, I created another lie and told them I was going to Venice's later because it was "her husband's birthday party". Fast forward, Bryce picked me up, hung out in his flat, got home at around 1am, realized I liked Erwin better, and so when my sisters asked me how the "party" was, I told them: "I met an oppa. He's so tall and cute!" *blush, blush* "And he held my hand..." *giggle, giggle*
"What's an oppa doing at Venice's?"
"They worked at the same company where he just resigned from."
I told them this without really knowing that I'd see Erwin ever again because he literally was just a trial-and-error to my social anxiety. You remember how it was.
On my second meeting with "oppa", which took place around midnight, I finally let my little sister in on it. When it comes to things like this, see, she's my partner-in-crime because back when she and her boyfriend still had their relationship hidden, I was the only one in the family she entrusted this secret to; and, being the cool and good sister that I am, I kept my mouth shut. I even allowed the guy to come over whenever the older sister wasn't around in exchange for food. Ah, I miss those days.. When I'd get excited whenever the little witch would open the door to my room and sheepishly whisper: "He's coming over…" Because that would mean restaurant food and drinks.
Now, the guy lives with us and my blackmailing days are done for.
Anyway, ever since then, we started having each other's backs whenever we sneak off somewhere we don't want the rest of the family to know.
Back to the card game.
When it was finally little sissie's turn to lose, big sissie drew a penis on her forehead which beat everything we'd ever drawn. It was a lousy drawing of the male genitalia but nonetheless the funniest one yet. Whereas I smeared a lot of lipstick around her mouth so it appeared she had abnormal thick lips. For a time, the loser kept switching between me and little sis that we became determined to bring down big sissie real sooner and when that moment finally came, I spent the pleasure of drawing a massive penis on one of her cheeks whose head was pointed right to her mouth. My penis was a lot better than the one she made on younger bitch's forehead, that's for sure. Then I encircled each of her eyes (including the eyebrows) and spreaded the lipstick all over within, which made her look like she just came right out of "The Incredibles" movie. Then she stretched the corners of the younger bitch's mouth like the one of the "Joker's" and added stitches on them. Then she drew yet another lousy drawing—this time of the female genitalia—on my forehead. Then she added two more penises on the younger bitch's forehead, it looked like the original penis grew some children. Since she seemed to be so fond of penises, I wrote the word "PENIS" on her chin and then told younger sissie when it was her turn—to add a little heart next to it. Sincere excuses for the amount of penises mentioned in this entry. Its popularity, it seemed, elicited the most guffaws from the participants. I also assure you I know more words for it but penis just sounds funnier to my ears and I am in a rather humorous temperament right now. Dick sounds like an asshole, that's why. Schlong, on the other hand, is only funny when you understand it. Phallus seems too Greek and anything Greek is divine. Cock sounds too porn. Manhood rings like a fairytale character. Eggplant is just plain cringe.. Ah, what am I doing.. This isn't the kind of connaissance I should flex.
Anyway, continuing.. Lil sissie wrote the name of big sissie's boyfriend on her forehead when the latter lost again to our delight. As you can see, the younger bitch had her own style.
That was when older sis suggested an idea that made the game even more interesting.
"Let's order some drinks and the two with the most losses have to receive them WITHOUT a mask on."
Lil sissie's eyes immediately sparkled in accordance with this grand humiliation as if it was some kind of reward. "Game! Game!" she chanted in excitement.
And with that, my fate was sealed. Because right from the very beginning, I clearly had the MOST losses! I protested for a bit but I got overruled.
Before we proceeded to the last game, we settled our refreshments.
Older Witch — some fruit tea
Younger Witch — some milk tea with that cheesecake stuff
Gorgeous Witch (me) — matcha smoothie
And so the last game began. The older witch, who was in-charge of shuffling the cards this round, confidently announced I was to lose this one again. BUT GUESS WHAT?
Yeah, she was right..
Not that it would make any difference had it not happened, anyway. They conspired to cover ¾ of my face with the red lipstick, leaving off Patch's name and the word "OPPA". When I looked at myself in the mirror, it looked like I got the highest degree of sunburn.
Once the order finally arrived, little sissie and I were snickering and pushing each other on the way to the gate, arguing who should face the delivery guy.
"You go first!"
"No, you go first!"
"You have the most losses!"
Whilst the two of us were bickering like two annoying children, the older witch was cracking up conveniently hidden from outside the front door, observing how the whole transaction would go.
When we opened the gate, I legit walked towards the delivery guy backwards, thoroughly embarrassed to turn around to show him a face which resembled that of a demon. Little sister followed this move and so we approached our orders that way. I tried to hold out my hands behind me to receive the drinks but I reckoned that would just be terribly insane so I stopped midway and just turned around with my hand covering my mouth to take the drinks the normal manner, despite the rest of us appearing like... well, a freak show. Little sister eventually spun around, too, and the gentleman, who was cutely beaming in amusement and curiosity with the circus that surrounded him, got a full view of her face and all the penises on her forehead.
"What happened to your faces?" he amiably inquired.
"We were playing a card game.." came my reply of humiliation, at the same time, trying to hold out the laughter of embarrassment from the mouth behind my hand with not much success.
When we got back to the house, the older witch was guffawing like a dying hyena. Despite the total embarrassment we ventured to pass, that certainly was a fun game, those cards..
When all the jocularities had slowly subsided, we took a few pictures of the masterpieces that were our faces before washing them off.
All in all, it was an epic Sunday night! Certainly had a blast. Haha. I'll go back to my coffin now. Peace out ✌️