Always Kids

One does not simply... 

WRITE AH SHIA A BIRTHDAY POST. 

Unless, of course, I intend to humiliate him, annoy him, emotionally embarrass him beyond his abilities.

That's why. 

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, KIDDO. 

Yes, kiddo. You'll always be that weird, strange little kid in my eyes. And no, posing like how you did in that above picture does NOT make you anymore macho, nor make your minimal(or non-existent) muscles bulge out for all the girls to admire. Hrhrhrhrhr. 

Nor does it add any sort of body volume, the sort you so desperately seek. >.>

Anyways, Shia, we've been through some good times. Wonderful, wonderful times..

I'll punch you if you ever bring up what you previously intended to say on this picture. 

Honestly, though, I had no idea what we were doing. XD What were we doing? I should've gotten more creative and started caking you with mudballs made from the ground. The soil was so abundant then. If I won, I'd been nice and throw you the last mudball adorned with a pretty little bougainvillea flower. 

Ah, typical ever-so-nice-and-sweet me. :)

This was us last year. 

Geez, has it been a year already? It only seems like yesterday when you were snatching my camera and playing circus tricks with them. Grrr. If SU ever holds another carnival thingy, I'm going to ruin every shot you intend to take of your beautiful self. You have hence been forewarned. 

WOOTS.

All in all, have a blessed birthday, my newly-turned nineteen year old baby brother. May God bless you with all sorts of abundance in life... friends, family, talents, abilities, responsibilities, studies, worship, true love... 

.. *cough* Excuse me, what did I say? 

Eheh..heh. Happy birthday Ah Shia. God bless you loads and loads. 

*takes off shades*

YEAAAAAAAAA....!!