Brother Dearest

I've written so many essays as a primary school kid
A Day in the Beach.
The Person I Admire Most.
My Mother.
My Father.
My Pet...

But I've never written one about my brother.

My Brother...
Stands at about 1.7m and growing.
He has short frizzy hair which he is too lazy to wash most of the time and therefore doesn't gel it (because he's too lazy to wash it after).
He's got giant feet. I think it's size 11 or something like that.

Think his hormones have suddenly told him that a buffed up body attracts girls.
He's been working on his muscles.
Either that or he'd just like an easier and shorter time in NS.
Actually, I think it's both.

My brother takes after my father in many ways.
They've got a similar sense of humour.
It's hard to describe.
Listen to them converse and you'll get it before 5 minutes is up.
That is, if you haven't already cracked up in laughter.

They have this odd sway of their butts when they walk.
WAHAHAHAHHAA.
Walking behind them is a hilarious experience.

Alrighty, before I screw up all his chances with the hot babes reading my blog, I'll stop publicising my bro's butt (not that he has a very interesting butt).
Anyway, I reckon his best feature is his ever ready goofy smile (and not his butt).
The smile together with this sparkle in his eyes is the catalyst to make you grin back...
It's cool.

I've got enough friends who are boys, and lots of them remind me of my brother in different ways.
Then I realized why today.
My brother has a few of the qualities of each person I know.
My brother possesses the mix of the best qualities of each person I know.

RH, I'm glad that you turned out to be my brother.

-Jie.

+ Flisha spoke @ 4:41 pm

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