For someone who stands tall (literally) and looks as though he can squash anyone by sitting on them, my baby brother is more like the Big Friendly Giant than the deadly Flesh Lump Eater.

He’s a big softie who cries at simple things, like when his bros bought him a bass guitar for his 21st birthday.

He’s a big romantic too and if I dare say so, a gentleman. He insists on sending his friends home all the time using our family car, but that sometimes leaves ME without the opportunity to use the car.

*glares*

Being the super nice friendly giant, he invites friends over to our house to play too. IN THE WEE HOURS OF THE MORNING, they’re jamming away on Guitar Hero on the Wii.

Not forgetting all the times he’s up in the middle of the night as the rest of the world is trying to get a decent sleep while he’s jamming, in his boxers, on his guitar plugged solidly into his amps. Lol.

I remember fighting with him and punching each other as we were younger. Both eventually running to mum yelling at the same time, “Miiiiiii…. Jeremy/Jiejie hit me!” I remember wondering how come he always got the chicken drumstick while I had to be content with eating the chicken wings. I also remember him scrawny and spiky hair-ed, looking a lot like Fido Dido when he was in lower primary.

Then there are the times when we would hide under the blankets in our parents’ room and pretend we were in the Antartica. We’d have hot chocolate and sit by our pretend fireplace and warm ourselves. Or maybe we’d build a blanket tent in the corner and hide inside pretending we were spies. Peeking out, our imaginations took us to war zones with approaching enemies and we were guards with a whole array of weaponry defending our fort. One thing I’ll always remember for sure, is how I used to always ask him to kiss me on the cheek because I liked how being kissed on the cheek felt, and he would oblige. HAHAHA.

We were such kids then.

My, how we’ve grown.

Through heart-breaks, growing pains and creeping into each other’s rooms with tears streaming down our faces, our displays of affection, at present, have progressed to making monkey faces at each other and nose-kissing. Sometimes even poking each other in the ribs. Still these dont the discount the love we have for one another.

The house will certainly be quieter without him around and I know my parents are nervous/scared/worried and excited about him going in the army. Feelings I share, but try not to think about because I trust and have faith in my brother.

I will miss my closet ah beng of a baby brother.

AH what! You call me ah!

I will miss my photography/cam-whoring partner in crime.
Pssst! My brother takes some really cool photos!

Take care Jemmie! We love you! See you in 2 weeks time.
We’re behind you 100% of the way!