My brother the solider.

It is very hard to imagine.
My brother, the soldier.

It then hit me.
My brother is 19 now.
How scary.

He was the one who whined and cried at age 4.
He was the one who I spent hours pinching.
He was the one who I fought with endlessly.
How we pulled at each other's hair
To yelling at each other at the top of my voice.

I cannot begin to imagine my brother as the Solider.

It also then hit me.
How I once saw someone into army.
Seeing my brother's shaven head now reminds me of that someone.
How time flies.
I was only 19 then.
Now I am turning 23.
Did 4 years really just went by like that?
Will the next 4 years fly past without me even acknowledging it?
What did I do in the past 4 years?

More importantly perhaps should be what am I going to do in the next 4 years.

My brother the wimp, has now turned into my brother, the soldier
That wimp of a brother is now training to be fit. Training to protect the country.
To me, he'd always be that wimp.

Then again, every soldier probably has a family. And perhaps a sister who thinks that their brother is a wimp.
So logically, following my train of thought.
Does that make almost every soldier in Singapore a wimp?

Its Saturday. Allow me to crap.