My brother and our childhood years
“Ang ganda ng araw,
Ang baho ng hininga.”
What a beautiful day,
What bad breath.
- my bro, in the car one sunny morning
Is it just me or does anyone here find this hysterically funny? Maybe mimm will get it. I just had to write it down before I forget. I told my brother that when he dies, that will be his epitaph. He said it to me one morning when I woke him up to give me a lift but I was in such a rush he didn’t even have time to brush his teeth. :P
I think it really sums up many moments in his life, though I'm not going to elaborate on that. What I like about my brother is that we can still play what we call the ‘laughing game’. Where he would start laughing, for no particular reason, then I would start laughing too and then it’ll be his turn then my turn and so on. By the end of it, we will be both rolling on the ground, in hysterics, for no particular reason.
We also used to play the ‘Pull one hair’ game. It's when we pick a particular spot on our head, usually near the forehead, and I’ll pull one hair out then he’ll pull a hair out and the game ends when one person accidentally pulls more than one hair in one go (and that’s mighty painful!). Did anyone play that game when they were kids? Uh, okay. Maybe not.
And finally, the ‘mudcake’ game. This game only lasted a short while. My brother stopped idolizing and following me around after that. Basically, it’s when I make little cakes out of mud and ask him to eat them. I assured him that they're edible. My poor brother, he still recalls it to this day.
Ang baho ng hininga.”
What a beautiful day,
What bad breath.
- my bro, in the car one sunny morning
Is it just me or does anyone here find this hysterically funny? Maybe mimm will get it. I just had to write it down before I forget. I told my brother that when he dies, that will be his epitaph. He said it to me one morning when I woke him up to give me a lift but I was in such a rush he didn’t even have time to brush his teeth. :P
I think it really sums up many moments in his life, though I'm not going to elaborate on that. What I like about my brother is that we can still play what we call the ‘laughing game’. Where he would start laughing, for no particular reason, then I would start laughing too and then it’ll be his turn then my turn and so on. By the end of it, we will be both rolling on the ground, in hysterics, for no particular reason.
We also used to play the ‘Pull one hair’ game. It's when we pick a particular spot on our head, usually near the forehead, and I’ll pull one hair out then he’ll pull a hair out and the game ends when one person accidentally pulls more than one hair in one go (and that’s mighty painful!). Did anyone play that game when they were kids? Uh, okay. Maybe not.
And finally, the ‘mudcake’ game. This game only lasted a short while. My brother stopped idolizing and following me around after that. Basically, it’s when I make little cakes out of mud and ask him to eat them. I assured him that they're edible. My poor brother, he still recalls it to this day.