Story time

A long long time ago, in a land known as High School, our then young protagonist (me) decided, for whatever reason I could not even begin to fathom, to go to his High school Prom.

Hence he went and bought a clothes specially for the occasion. One of the lesson I can impart at this point is that never ever let a high schooler pick his own clothes because what he thinks he looks and how he really looks might be completely different.

Obviously, we was completely unaware of how his swank full zipper maong polo looked on him; and he won't know for a couple of years when he's older and wee bit wiser. Ah, the ignorance of youth, saved alot of embarrassment, or rather; conveniently delayed it.

Back to the story.

So the night of the enchanting prom came and our young hero thus embarked on his way to adventure..ADVENTURE TIME!

On the way, our hero of the story was struck with one of the insightful, eye-opening, enlightening question that rarely comes to a young man. En route, his inner psyche, his common sense had to rear his ugly head and ask our hero:

"What the hell am I gonna do there?"

So he detoured to a PC shop two block from the school and play Counter-Strike the whole night. No regrets, ever.

THE END.