happy beerday Bron!

20 years old! damn, i don't have a teenager sibling anymore! so that means, i'll be turning 26 next month. tsk! past the quarter of a century already. but anyways, this isn't about me, it's about Cabron! =)

who would've thought that my brother will learn how to drive (and be good at it) before reaching the age of 20? when he was a kid, other kids of my age will push his bike so he could move around. he was too lazy to pedal.

he's also good in throwing tantrums too! when he didn't get what he wants, he'll make any flat surface his bed, and wriggle around, kicking around, like some crazy lunatic. he wouldn't just cry, he would yell his lungs out until his face turns red. for a moreno, a red face is something else. he's asthmatic, so my parents have no choice but to pacify him before he kills himself. =P

he also hates school. well, at a young age, who loves school? i myself would make up excuses not to go to school when i was a kid. or when i'm at school, i'd pretend to have a stomachache so they will send me back home, nyehehe!

anyways, his tantrums were so bad, that my parents brought him to Hospicio De San Jose, a shelter for homeless kids. we have a relative who works there, she's a nun. they packed his stuff, drove to the place and talked to the administrators that they will leave him there until he changes his ways. they showed him his room, he still wouldn't give in. when my parents were pulling out of the parking lot, they saw my brother, standing by the window with his hands on the rails like a person behind bars, crying, shouting, swearing that he would go to school. hahaha! since then, school hasn't been a problem to him. i think he has a better attendance than i had, the only times he's absent are when he's got asthma attacks. =)

it has been years ago, but i still remember the first and last time i laid hands on him. i was so pissed off with his whining, i took my Beachwalk slippers and hit him with all my might on his legs. once or twice, i can't remember. after i did that, i felt so sorry. but i cannot undo it. my parents walked into the house and saw me still holding the slippers, and my bro crying. they didn't hit me, which i think hurts more.

we had "peaceful years" ahead of us after that. i shared the room with him until i was 23. me on the top bunk, him on the one below. i thought i wanted a room of my own, but when i already had one, i felt kind of alone. =)

i may not have a sister, (and i do want one) but having a brother like Eibron is too much of a blessing already. and besides, he likes clothes, cars, music, dancing, chocolates, coffee and long talks. almost everything that i myself like. who needs a sister? =)

happy birthday Cabron! love yah bro! *hugs*