Sunday, August 7, 2011


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I know I always talk about how girls who have brothers are lucky because you know how when you don’t have something, you consider people who have it lucky, especially if “it” is a human being. I consider myself very blessed to have not one but two sisters. I am also glad to be the eldest, since it gives me a power of authority over the siblings. You know how authority goes with me. I make them go fetch things from downstairs, bring me coffee, etc. Not too slave-type stuff. Just simple things, so don’t go calling Human Rights on me! >.<
But of course with sisters, comes annoyance. Sometimes these tiny people are so annoying it drives me crazy. They never make their beds, always messes with my things and breaks my hangers, they take my rings and put them on their dolls, eat up all my smarties and thinks everything I own is theirs. Despite this the fun times are worth all the irritating-ness.
Muntha and I usually have very different tastes, but we bond over Barbie movies, fashion, tea and books. I have been trying to get her to read Harry Potter, but no such luck yet. >.< She has this policy to not read/watch stuff that her classmates/anyone she know watches. I’m not sure what to make for it, but whatever works for her. She also won’t let me use her as a makeup model, which is sad since she has such flawless skin.u_u We have so much fun together quoting Phineas and Ferb lines. She and I can quote three of Phineas and Ferb episodes. Three whole episodes. I take great pride in that. That and the fact that I have the biggest collection of YouTube videos of people’s room tours. Wait, no ones collects them? I never got the memo!
Moving on, Mickie is just the funniest little girl I know. Yes, I only know three little girls, and so I’m biased. She loves messing up my make-up drawers, writing on my school books, deleting the songs I save, and drawing on my bedspread. She also can sing the first verse of Taylor Swift’s “Mean” and loves Bruno Mars’ “The Lazy Song”. She drinks more Coca Cola than I ever did in my pre-teen years and she is obsessed with shoes. I see, I’ve trained her well. But her calling Dad as Tinky Winky has NOTHING to do with me. Nothing. Zilch. Nada.
I can’t imagine what we would grow into, but I want us to always be there for each other. I can’t also imagine a life without them. Some of my favorite fictional sister include Ramona and Beezus, Hilary and her sister in The Perfect Man, and the sisters in Prada and Nada.


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