who do i love? wrinkles and all…

 

Hello everyone, this is my Hero.

 

He is the most amazing man on Earth.

 

But of course I am biased.

 

He is the best man I have been with. He is so indulging, so patient, so generous, so patient, so kind, so patient, so witty, so patient, so passionate, so patient, so understading, so patient….

 

In addition to that, he is so patient with me.

 

Oh, I’ve said it before? No kidding.

 

He endures. A lot. I’m probably not that easy to be with, ask my former roommates. (Poor girls!)

 

He finishes all the food I cook for him, which I’m certain some are not to his Australian taste. Especially when the cook has been raised to cook Asian/Malaysian/Chinese food that are very strong in flavours.

 

I’m not always evil though. Whenever I’m at his place, he gets proper food. Not canned spaghetti. He gets his laundry folded and kept away. He gets his massage. And right about now, a Passionfruit Cheesecake is setting in the fridge. I don’t like passionfruit. I don’t like cheesecake (simply said, I don’t like cheese). And yet I toiled to make that cheesecake just because he loves Passionfruit Cheesecake.

 

Love makes you do silly stuffs. I know.

 

 

Hey Hero, do you know that in my eyes, heart and soul, you are the most amazing man ever?

Oh, you do?

Oh, cos I tell you everyday?

Oh. Ok.

That wasn’t as romantic as I thought.

Party pooper.

 

 

Another man I love, who have yet to acquire wrinkles, but also endures me.

 

 

In case you’re wondering, I’m not cheating on my man. Cheating on my other half has never been in my life’s vocabulary.

 

That is my baby brother.

 

It is good he doesn’t yet know the existence of this blog, nor would he care had he known. But he will care I called him baby.

 

Baby, baby, baby, baby. BABY BROTHER!!

 

MWAHAHAHA!

 

He is 18 today!!

 

Hooray! He is of legal age to do previously illegal things (duh). It also means he is now a full fledge adult, though at 16 he was already more of an adult than most of the adults I know of.

 

I have bragging rights, okay?

 

This day he celebrates 18 years of gracing planet Earth, 18 years of enduring Juliana Caesar or Hitleria that is proudly yours truly. Growing up with an overbearing, bossy sister must be tough, especially when that said sister spoils him to no end and make him his favourite cottage pie everytime he’s back home for college holidays. Also the sister he mugged for manga money, whom he promises to pay but of course being siblings the conventional debt honour system does not apply (to him). It’s a different story if it’s the other way round.

 

Yeah, he has a tough life, that kid.

 

I don’t suffer though. He is the reason we get all PlayStation in the house. Every single edition of them. We have had PSX, PSone, PS2 and soon enough we’d probably get a PS3. I have a brother with benefit, and until he learned to cook his own food I don’t feel guilty.

 

His introduction to the world of gaming scored me a LOT of points when it comes to guys. I can talk about games like any man can. Woot. I impressed one ex-bf before by maneuvering Solid Snake successfully around a heavily guarded helipad to rescue a diplomat. Of course, said boyfriend never found out that right after that stage of gameplay, my brother will take over the operation as I usually send Solid Snake to his death.

 

Granted, I do play girlie games. Like Final Fantasy, Chrono Cross and Bust-a-Bubble (haha!). Bust-a-Bubble is such a no-brainer that he is almost embarrassed of playing it. Male ego, folks. He does indulge me now and again by playing a 2-player Bust-a-Bubble game. On many occasion let me win because I’ll drag the game on and on until I win (competitive that I am). As a condition, I’m to keep the volume low. You know, in case his macho friends come over and find out that this macho man is playing the not so macho Bust-a-Bubble game complete with very sickly sweet bubbly soundtrack, with his absolutely hot sister. *cough* Oh yeah. You’d think playing video games with your hot sister will get you points with your other macho friends but nooooooo….not to him! Party pooper.

 

We both have biting sarcasm that our parents actually dislike. There, that’s my confession. We also used to drive them crazy with our chattering during long distance drive. I went off to college when my brother still had 2-3 years of high school left to do, which means he has a bedtime to adhere to. But once I return home for holidays, all discipline disappears as we stay up all night to hog the TV, catch up and try our damn hardest not to burst out laughing and waking up the whole neighbourhood.

 

He’s a great kid to have as a sibling partner because it means we have inside jokes that no one else in the family get. During family gatherings, we can exchange knowing looks, remarks that are puzzling to other people and burst out laughing together over seemingly nothing. I used to be told that I have a hidden snigger. Oh, you haven’t even met my brother yet! Compared to him, my hidden sniggers are really a kind smile.

 

We’re seas apart now, him being back in my home country and I in Australia.

 

That doesn’t stop him from requesting an iPod, without pretense or shame.

 

Serves me right for being the only family member he can wrap his little finger around.

 

Little finger.

 

*Grin*

 

Hey, baby brother. If you behave yourself, you might get an iPod…

 

…card. Yeah. An iPod card.

 

If you think I’m getting an iPod before I get one for myself, you’ve gotta be kidding me.

 

It’s all in the name of tough love.

 

Happy 18^th Birthday, Baby Brother!