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It starts with salad.

That's weird.

But no, it starts in the Caesar style. I dont even have a clue how the heck it happened since my brother was an even bigger baby than me, who seriously was born tearless. Straight face. Oh well,, look who isn't straight now.

Still me though. 😉

Okay im joking, id be disowned. Going back, my birthdate is pretty hella confuzzling,, cause guess what my doctor who seems to have a Mr. Krabs personality told my parents that my due date ( wow what am i an electricity bill ) is 2 days after my actual day. So to make it short, i was supposed to be born on late September but ended up getting skadooped out on early October.

It's a crazy thing, honestly; more because of the fact that Mom can bring it up in every argument. And so id be spending the rest of my week getting guilt tripped on how my mother got her stomach sliced open just for a sarcastic homo dragon to be pulled out.

My brother was insane since birth. Hee was literally a frickin smurf. Im not bragging about being a Caesar child and he really shouldnt be bragging  about being born with blue skin, but hey Caesar salad is better. Im not promoting child cannibalism, i mean im better than him—

But fast forward, and SURPRISE beaches,, he's better than me. I dont really get it, but hey, maybe its because he's my sibling and that's the stereotype, and thats what we are. Im not really sure but i think our age gap is about 2 years, and it looks like a small thing but its actually a huge thing to miss out on because almost everytime my family discusses a trip wherein they went to some crazy place like Baguio, and im either not even born yet, or not even made yet, or not conscious on my surroundings yet.

Also, i didn't really get the same treatment as a baby compared to my brother. Those 2 years i missed out on were my parent's literal prime, and so he had all these toys and cribs and godparents, damn he even had dozens of life sized Barneys displayed in his room that he doesn't even remember he has.

But here, let me introduce you to my family. Of course im changing names, okay?

So my brother, lets call him Kyle. Its kinda close to reality, but oh well i only changed it to that to piss him off. Well, he's... an absolute nuisance, that's for sure. When we were little he always used to tease me and i—the lovely sister i am, always will beat him up in exchange.

But now we've changed a lot, and some of his past traits are now mine. And that means the roles are now reversed, my arms are sore from how many times he's hit me. And im pretty much an expert on teasing people nowadays.

Kyle used to be generally loud, talkative and friendly, but that was his child personality. Now he's reserved and just very introverted. He's an ISTJ. Every single time a social interaction is needed he will throw any fit just to give him the solitude he seems to feed on. Also, he isnt very keen on making friends but somehow he still has a huge friend group. I mean, i confess he's a very approachable person even with his mysterious crap. He probably only has it because he isnt so hairy and overly tall for his age, unlike someone. Someone like me.

But overall, i also confess that i cherish him. No way in ducking hell that he's my best friend like my parents expect, but i will always pick him even over my crush. But oh, over Niall Horan? Nevermind...

I loathe him a nice amount. He's a cool person, sure, but oftentimes he's awful to me. He's pretty ungrateful and selfish, also a bit apathetic, and he's a tad homophobic. He's currently 13 turning 14, and he studies in a Catholic school that didnt even make his behavior better.

My parents are...well, parents. I dont hate them but i just dislike them a little bit. Right now, this very second they're literally having a huge fight. I dont wanna talk about them much.

That's all for now.