When my brother returned from camp this morning i stopped him at the door and forced him to take a picture. So man hor?

Me: E, you're so cool hor?

E: Ya lor. Like you mah.

[the above conversation took place in my imagination]

He teaches my hands to make war, so that my arms can bend a bow of bronze. You have given me the shield of Your salvation; Your gentleness has made me great. You enlarged my path under me, so my feet did not slip. - 2 Samuel 22:35-37