My brother and I argue about almost everything. Say, who gets to watch what channel, who eats the best part of bangus, who let the dogs out (?!), and whatnot. I remember when we were kids, we always try to kill each other. And I mean that literally. He used to punch me until I cringe and I used to choke him to death. There was even a time when he chased me around the house with a knife! Well, we WERE violent in a way. But that was then. Now, we're both old enough to know that words are far more lethal and that physical pain is nothing compared to it.
Enough of the segue. What I really want to say is that despite our failed attempts to get rid of one another and the countless heated arguments, there's one thing that makes us grateful for having each other. We share the same sentiments when it comes to matters of the heart. Maybe because we've been through the same shit. Sayang. He wasn't able to watch today's episode of Y Speak. He's now in a camping trip somewhere in Mt. Makiling. We could've watched it and cheered for that guy who's a firm believer of "NO SHARING".
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