It's 5:30 in the morning on a Saturday night; I'm in a hotel room with 9 other guys. Probably more than half of them are contributing to the snores I am hearing, and the cigarette smell still lingers...
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Sentosa. Limousine. Martel. Poker.
My brother is married.
The one that watched me grow up. The one that I fall asleep with every night of my childhood. The one that whacked me when I poured water into his desktop. The one that comes home to accompany me when I'm alone and scared. The one that brought me to a ktv for my 18th birthday. The one that climbed mountains and surfed waves with me. The one that taught me how to do all my homework. The one that really is my motivation in academics. The one that I always am proud of to show off to my friends. The one that showed me what life really should be. The one that, really, made me who I am today.
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I really cannot believe he's actually married. He never felt like 10 years older, or maybe age really doesn't pose a gap on best friends. The kid within him that I know of made this fact hard to imagine, but his vacated room made it a hard truth. At some point in time he's gonna take a lesser space in my life.
Today is probably that day...
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Suddenly, the whole household's responsibilities befalls on me. Give me some time to breathe, give me some time to live!!!
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Congrats, Jack and Zoe!
Have a blessed marriage. :)
Now it's time for me to combat the heat and sound before sunlight seeps in!...
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5:49am
