Have you ever experienced that awkward moment when you looked in the mirror and realized that you’ve grown so big and tall? Sometimes I just can’t believe that 22 is the number that defines me, for some things never changed through these years.

Last Sunday my family had this acara lamaran for my brother. I wasn’t there, of course, and most likely I won’t be there at the wedding too. In some ways all those marriage things sound strange, for he’s only two years older than me and most of the time I still feel like an 8-years old. In some ways, he’s always been that little boy with runny nose, the one who mixed all the possible combinations of creams and chocolates to make some surprisingly tasty drink, that big brother with whom I fight over a remote control.

To my brother, I don’t know if you read this (well I hope not! Since when do you know I have a blog anyway?). But if you do, well I hope this is not too embarrassing. Oh, and congratulations of course. Be rich and generous, yohoho!

We’re not too young to know
Not too young to find our way
We were younger yesterday
So much more to know, don’t let this moments slip away

(Younger Yesterday – The Meadows)