Tomorrow (or rather, in 6 hours time) is the big day. My 27-year old brother is getting married (although he's still as playful as before) and I'm glad there's a happy occasion happening in the immediate family this time round.

My brother and I are opposite poles when it comes to our personalities: you can say I'm rather loud, while he's pretty reserved. In my 19 years of knowing him, he's the type who would give you short answer replies when he's asked questions, he'll laugh at the appropriate timings, he'll only do something if you ask him to. In short, he's just not a talker, nor does he express his feelings. He has never said "i love you" to me (if I remember correctly), his sister, although I voice that out quite often but that's okay (might be a guy thing). I remember once he caught be crying alone in my room a couple of years ago, and through my tears I could tell he was at a loss of what to do except to give me an awkward 'arm-around-the-shoulder' and asked me what was wrong. Despite that, we have some similarities too. Especially the 'we-both-eat-a-lot' and how we're the best people to go for buffets because we make the price worth it.

My brother has rarely appeared on my Instafeed and I know so many people who didn't know I even had an older brother. But well, he spends weekends (and Fridays) with his fiancé and on weekdays we have our normal routines. We may be eight years apart but that hasn't stopped me from telling him my secrets ("don't tell mom and dad") even when we were younger. He remembers everything I tell him and once in a while he'll ask "so how's so-and-so?". I'm grateful for this older brother who has always been here to give me advice and to offer to 'sponsor' my endless shopping sprees, durians, suppers and birthday cakes/presents. People say older brothers are like protectors or guardian angels, always there looking over you quietly although you may not notice. That is exactly what my brother is. I know he'll beat up anyone who bullies me or come to my rescue if I get into trouble.

Earlier on I was in my brothers' room talking to the both of them when my older brother suddenly sunk into his bed, covered his face with his pillow and muttered "I'm so nervous". I think that was the most vulnerable side of my brother I've ever seen. A few days back on the newlyweds' anniversary, my brother posted a picture Facebook with the caption: really looking forward to the future ahead of us. That was also the first time I've seen my older brother express his feelings openly (on a social media platform even...). Can you see how powerful love is? A fourteen-year old friendship blossomed into something so special and beautiful. It's like magic.

PS. So psyched for tomorrow