Potful of e, m and o.

Sometimes I decide to invite people over for dinner, cause I thought, hmm...I've got food which I'd like to cook, and I'd love to share this food with my close friends. We can have dinner together, just the few of us.

And then these people decide okay, we'll join you, but then we shall turn up separately at different times to stop by and eat since you so nicely cooked for us. But once we're done at your place to eat, we shall leave for home cause we've got lots of work to do. Thanks!

It's probably my bad timing, or my last minute in asking people to come over. Either way, I just don't like how it turns out. Boo...