This is effin' unbelievable.
Flashback to last term:
It was a rainy Monday night, and I had to rare opportunity of having dinner with R (one of my guy pal classmates in gradschool) at KFC.
R: I don't understand. No offense, but of all the guys out there, why ATF?
Me: Beats me as well.
R: You know I have an older brother, he's like six-feet tall, a killer IQ... he even went to Stanford.
Me: Whoa! (to myself: hmmm... probably he could hook us up)
R: But he sucks with the chicks. He even runs to me for advice.
Me (to myself): Oh shit. I've had enough from inexperienced geeks.
This morning, I accepted R's facebook friend request, and noticed that I had another new friend request from the X (now I write it with an X cause he is one of them "lapse in judgements" if you know what I mean...). I paused for a moment. Wait... I just noticed... that... they... have... the... same... last...name... oh no... this is isn't good... I opened a new tab and decided to visit my dormant friendster account. I hurriedly browsed through my friends, clicked on the page I was looking for... went through his picture albums... and BAM! OMFG. THEY'RE BROTHERS!
Fudge. Fudge. Fudge. I wish X would keep his mouth barred shut. This was the X who called all my girlfriends the night I broke up with him, crying his head off, begging each and everyone of them to convince me to stay. I tried my very best to forget this awful awful mistake, and now it hits me hard on the face. Great. It's a small world after all.