[pussluver]

My name is sam, 24 years of age, 1.6m in height, plump, face full of pockmarks, and acne continuously littered my face.

I never had much friends all my life, much less to say girlfriends. The fact is, I do not have contact with any other girls, except my only sister and my mum and those whom I bought things with. During school days, never once had I ever done projects with any girls, and my project groups were always all guys. To top it off, I am an introvert, as I had learned in my younger days that whenever I spoke, I am subjected to abuse from people. No one wants to listen to the opinion of a ugly creature.

Life is never fair.

My sister, Lynn, at 1.65m, is blessed with a good slim figure and pretty face. She is 2 years older than me but I always suspected if I am adopted or born of a different father, as my dad and mum were good looking when they were younger. But whenever I asked my mum this question, she always told me that I am the flesh and blood of both of them. Even my blood type belongs to my dad.

I would say that perhaps I am a freak of nature.


Mum is a gambler and so most of the time she is not at home. She would go over to her friend's place for mah-jong until the wee hours, or went on gambling cruise over the weekend.

Dad is a sailor or rather, he works as a deck hand onboard cargo ships. He is often away from home weeks or months on ends and only back for a few days before he left again. The money was good for him, and so he continued with his job.

Without my parents care and concerns, it was Lynn, with her motherly instincts and responsibilities, who took care of me when I was younger. She is still unattached as even up to now, as she is still taking care of my necessities. However, whenever we went out, Lynn would always fuss over me and lots of guys who thought that she was my girlfriend, would give me the ugly stare. However, she was always understanding, and would take care of my fragile ego, asking me not to be bothered with them.


I had dropped out of school after ITE and without a good education or with my grotesque looks, I had trouble finding jobs. Even the fast food restaurants do not want to hire me to serve their customers.

While still trying my best to look for jobs, I spend most of my time in my room playing with computer games or surfing the net. Only when I hid behind my computer and when people do not actually see my looks, that's where my opinions are considered. I felt free in the virtual world.