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It's funny Nikkoru I don't know a lot of people who are closer from their siblings as me. My sister is just 14 months older than me. 
The legend goes that my mother was having a rather difficult time due to post-partum depression, and she didn't want to take another year off work for a mere child, so it was arranged.
The relative age difference meant we we're in the same year - and class - academically until universities, where we radically diverged.
I'd change the birth-date, but frankly, I'd forget his birthday if I wasn't reminded of it. He gets temperamental and sullen when we don't make a big deal about it. I however, hope that people don't notice, the last celebration I had was my eleventh, where my parents rented out a Laser-tag arena for the day. My good friend died the next year in an accident, relatively close to my 12th birthday and I found the whole idea distasteful.
It should also be noted that "Teh_Kitten_Champion" is just a terrible name, it brings forth a persona that is...well not what I would hope to be affected by a 25 year old.
Actually, he's got a pretty cool online persona for someone who's more introverted than myself. Does a whole bit about training to defeat the order of vampire Japanese idols who slew his kitten-fu Master Sprinkles.
We trade random stories, insults, nonsense and such stuff on forums - this is his.
The Consumption of Cheesecake as Religious Doctrine
Rainbow Brite was not always Rainbow Brite. She was, before she became the girl in the velour jumper with rainbow sleeves, just another small blond child, a diaper school graduate. She was brought into the universe as such people often are, by disembodied voices commanding greatness from their charges. The year was indeterminable, but the choice was clear. The fate of life itself, happiness, color, the essence of joy and goodness in the universe was determined by what a preschool-aged girl with a narcissitic talking horse and an albino Ewok in puffy rainbow socks could do. And so they did. Rainbow Brite, (also commonly refered to as Our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ), was in the position of a champion, a warrior for good. The Light of the Universe was a small crying baby, and Darkness loomed over it as such entities are often wont to loom. She climbed up a crumbling staircase spiraling towards the sky, a small girl whose only recourse was death if she failed to rescue the screaming baby, clutched in the inky hands of all the world's sadness. And so she did, she struggled up the building that was coming apart with every step, and she rescued the Light of the Universe, and all was saved.
Several years later, in 1994, Sailor Moon struggled up a crumbling staircase in a tower stretched towardsthe sky to save her pink-haired daughter from the future, from the grip of an evil and dark entity.
And now, in a world where a genre of animated programs has its own subgenre entitled "Sex-Change Anime", a world in the grip of sadness, cynicism, and mistrust, we have no Rainbow Brite to save us, to free the light in the form of a shrieking toddler from the pointy and featureless grasp of night. The world is a dark and unfortunate place, replete with pain and suffering, expectation. It is not enough for any among us to just live. We must live, we no longer stand apelike in the forest scratching our furrowed brows or depending on your personal life-choices, naming animals until the disembodied voice takes one of our chest bones and turns it into Molly Ringwald. Oh, Did you forget about her?
Don't.
Don't.
Don't
Don't
Don't you... forget about her.
In the face of all this sadness and disenchantment that rules the world, that holds sway over the sad goth teens, angry punk teens, and pregnant cheerleader teens, It is I, Teh Kitten Champion, who stands, my eyes keened towards the wantonly looming world of darkness, to bring forth the shining light of happiness into your lives once more. To remind all of you in your darkest hours, your most sleepless of nights, that there remains yet good in this world, however outnumbered by the bad things that happen. You do not have to reply to this, you may lock it, delete it, or denigrate me as a mystic and/or delusional threat to decent people who wear pants regularly. But whatever you do. Accept the good, and recall it in your daily lives with which to combat the daily bullies, bosses, ex-lovers, and Team Rocket members that threaten to bring sadness to your world.
And so, the best of what we have to offer unto you. Hold it close and never let go.
It doesn't mean anything, but it's fun to read.
