Love is a feeling that we experience is so many different ways.
It is also a feeling that we express in a thousand different ways.
Perhaps the most famous book about love I've come across is 'The Five Love Languages" by Gary Chapman.
Hearing about it, reading about it, discussing about it - it's been through my head a million times but I've never really understood.
However, it's getting a little clearer to me now that both me any my bro are studying overseas.
On the surface, we both are obviously very handsome and good looking.
On going deeper, cheesy though it may sound, I find that we are different to the extent of the night and day, or yin and yang, or kopi and the.
For example, we're different in the way we express our love for our parents.
My brother flies home almost every term break, while I try to return only during my December (summer) holidays.
The way I see it, I want to save as much money for my family as I can so it can be put to better use.
My brother sees it as being as near to family at every opportunity despite the expense of the flight back.
Back in Singapore, I try to be at home to help take care of my nephew.
My brother isn't too good with babies, but he's good with the bear hug, bunking over on my parents bed and all, which I am really bad at.
This doesn't mean that I don't love my parents, it's just a different expression.
So the way I see it, love is love, however it is expressed.