B for Brother

When we get older, we tend to get angry less and cry more, no matter they're tears of joy or tears of sadness. In other words, we weaken, we grow emotional.

Alternatively, you can say we become gentler creatures. Hmm, I prefer how this sounds. Suits my style. *smiles like an idiot*

I don't understand why I'm differentiating 'you' and 'we', since those of you reading my blog are all around my age. ALL OF YOU ARE GETTING WEAK.

But I'm becoming gentler. Was already gentle. Becoming gentleR.

Anyway, people have been saying my brother looks like me. It has come to a point worthy of my attention and worry, because people actually mistake him for me. OMG. Got so serious or not?!

He's a boy, I'm a girl.
He's a computer addict, I know nuts about games.
He claims he's skinny, I live on junk food but am not exactly proud of my weight.
He wears spectacles, I've got perfect eyesight.
He's shorter, I'm taller.
He plays basketball, I play volleyball.
He likes Honeystars, I like Cococrunch.
He reads comics, I read junky novels.
He prefers fast songs, I prefer slow ones.
He sleeps without a blanket, I do.

We feed on junk food.
We like to act like idiots.
We have moleful faces.
We don't like to do our homework.
We like to try to be funny.
We like to disturb our Mummy.
We like to antagonize our Papa.
We have friends who are mostly taller than us.
We like serials with ancient chinese plots.
We talk alot of crap.
We argue till the last possible moment, just before the cane reaches us, because when we start running away from the cane, we can't talk, because we can't multitask.
We are quite la sup and untidy.

This is how I look like, if you've forgotten.



This is how he looks like. He's the one in the middle.



Ok, maybe we do look alike.






Sister-Brother-Love,
Hanxiang