Our Turn

Hey, we are M2’s little brothers. M2 seems to be tie up and cannot write today, so we took it upon ourselves to write four him. Again, we like to mention that M2 is literally tie up and cannot write. O.K. readers, here we go.
We know that M2 has been writing about activates that involve us. The information he wrote was true, but here what was truly going on from our views.
His first every blog post, he wrote about the wrestling matches we had with him. Yes, he did win the two matches and lost one match, but in the post he did not give all the details of the matches. He said that we were hitting him with cheap shots and low blow, but that is wrong. He was the one throwing elbows and cheap shots.
His next post about his precious Wii was totally taken out of context. He was the one who bothering us that we had to retaliate back. So we did something unthinkable and pull one of the cords to see how he would react. Unfortunately, the game did fall, but he was the one who started it.
The post about flush, what flushing. Sometimes he never flushed just to annoy us, so we decided to get even. We had the smallest of us use the bathroom and not flush just to see how he likes it. Oh boy was he pisses off. He was yelling and screaming as if he did not expect it. Wow, what a loser.
The most recent post on his blog about finding us dinner is a lie. We had to beg and beg for him to get his butt off the couch and make us something. He was so into March Madness that even if we make one sound, he would look at us with this evil stare that would send chills down our spins. Even when he trying to find us some food, he was constantly complaining and complaining about what a drag we are to him.
Everything M2 write may be true only from his perspective. Don’t trrr…

Dinner

Finding dinner for four younger brothers at home is something. I was babysitting my younger brothers, and they were nagging me about food. They wanted food, and they wanted it right now. Food!
First, we were supposed to have noodles with pork but there was a problem. The pork we thought we had were just big pieces of lard and that is just not good eats. We look and looked in the freezer for anything plausible but nothing was found. The noodles we had was just a few strings of rice noodles. Not enough for the whole family.
Since we could not have noodles with pork, we try having fried rice. Two problems emerged. One, there was no eggs, and two, the rice we had stinks. I know in some Asian cultures people like stinky food, but I’m not really into my culture and hate stinky food. That proposal went down the drain.
Next, we thought about ordering out. Again, we ran into problems. We did not have enough money for all of us, and everyone wanted different things. Someone wanted pizza, one wanted Chinese food and others wanted something else. We could not come to a consensus decision and no money to buy anything.
After that idea failed, we try asking my older brother for some money or food. He just laugh and said, “Find your own food; I’m not your A.T.M. machine or maid.” We were hungry and desperate for anything.
Thank god my parents finally walk into the house and brought some food. There was some fried-rice, noodles with pork and some noodle soups. We quickly ran towards the door and grab the feast out of my parent’s hand.
We quickly open everything and dig in.

Wii Better

On my previous post, Mad As Hell, my Wii fell and I was about to explode. I wrapped up all the cords, dust the game and stuffed everything back into the Wii packaging. I hid the Wii in the back of my closet where I knew no one could find. I left the room to blow some steam and cool off.
It has been about a week and days now. I feel better much better. My brothers are a little scared and afraid of me, but that in itself is a good thing.
I took out my Wii from the back closet. Plug in all the cords, wire and controls. I inserted the Super Smash game back into the Wii. I was so nervous that it would not work and I would have to wait a longer period before I could get a new one. To my surprise, the Wii worked perfectly just like the day I bought it.
I play and play the Wii until I was bored. I know I should not let them play the Wii again, but in my heart of heart, I know that they feel bad for what they did. I know that they would never ever do anything like that again.
I asked them if they wanted to play with me again. As soon as I asked them, they were ecstatic. They could not believe that I would allow them to even touch the game ever again.
On this day and night, we could not stop playing Super Smash Brawl.