Getting hit by the fact that it's time for my brother to serve in the army really reminded me that we all seem to grow up so fast. Can't deny that we grew apart ever since almost 8 years ago. He entered in secondary school and we just seemed to live our own lives since then. Separately. Like to the extent we hardly spoke to each other.
As much as he really PISS the shit out of me most of the time, I wish I could have communicated with him more. Like to really talk about life. And decisions. And all of those sort of stuffs siblings should talk to each other about. So at least there's some comfort knowing that we have one another to talk about any problems in life that we won't want our parents to know - just between siblings.
Sigh.