My Baby Bro

I love my brother.
He annoys me to death with his immature ways. He is incredibly makulit even when I needed him to stop pestering me. He pisses me off with his occasional selfishness. He is practically favored more by my own parents than me. He does a lot of things that none of us can do and only he can get away with… Yet, I love my brother, that little favorite annoyance of ours.
Whenever I’m with my brother, I find it amusing how different we both act. It must be the generation gap since he is after all, more than 13 years younger than me. But definitely, my brother is not a child. Living in a house made up mostly of adults, and being in a tightly knit clan as the big family from Labuan, my brother has grown up more exposed to adults rather than kids his own age. In some ways or another, glimpses of his so-called maturity compared to kids his own age can be seen. For example, whenever he doesn’t like what I’m wearing, he is very vocal about telling me to go back to my room and change my clothes. Or that, he has no malice when it comes to dressing up infront of us. Although, my brother in his blue underwear is definitely not a pretty sight.

But most of the time, my brother is a pest, really.

A funny little pest though.

My brother loves watching TV at night with me and my sister all seated in the couch. I have to admit, I too enjoy those times and I miss it whenever I don’t sleep at home. Whenever the three of us watch TV, we are literally sprawled out in the couch, no poise whatsoever, his butt practically in my sister’s face or my foot practically in his face. If either of us want to go our rooms, like for example, I needed to study, he’d literally stop me. If none of us are there in the couch watching TV with him, he too will go into his room instead.

My sister would ask him to start studying or to do his homework, my sister, being the official tutor (I have long refused to involve myself in teaching him anything from school. I lack the patience for that and I have delegated myself rather to being the Cool Sis, rather than the Strict Sis… If my sister is reading this, she’s probably gonna kill me. Hehehe). My brother would then try to find excuses. So, I tell my sister, “You want him to start studying? I can make him study.” And then I would fake yelling for my mom “Ma! Bonjo is not studying!” My brother tries to cover my mouth because like everybody else in our family, my brother is also afraid of my mom.
At the age of 13, I have found DVDs of sexually graphic nature in his bedroom. I never said a word about it to him or to my parents. According to past boyfriends, that was a normal thing for guys in his age. Hmmm… Okay… We also exchange video scandals, (Yes, I really am taking this Cool Sis act seriously. Hahaha…) my point being that whether or not I forbid him to do so, he will still be exposed to kids his age whom he can get those things from. Besides, better that than catching him bringing his girlfriend into his room. Again. Despite my parents already scolding him about that.

One time, I showed my sister TFO’s pic in the yearbook. I was trying my best not to let my brother know. Of course, my brother being usisero and hating to be left out, kept asking me which one in the yearbook is my boyfriend. I refused to tell him (he has a tendency to squeal, or annoy you with the fear that he will squeal) but he was insistent so I told him, it’s the one with the guitar, among the College Night pics… He opened the yerarbook and then shoved me hard, laughing as he tried to punch me half-heartedly. I’ve led him to the pic of Chris Gaizer (I’m not sure about the spelling), the acoustic singer who did a revival of “Stay” by Lisa Loeb. Cute guy, but definitely not my boyfriend.

But the funniest thing I’ve heard from my brother happened last night, while we were watching TV patrol. He was asking me if there was some kind of medicine or pill that can be taken to make someone’s penis big. He kept bugging and bugging me about it. I joked and told him pay me P100 and I’ll tell you. He didn’t have any money so he just kept bugging me. I joked again, telling him to drink his own pee first and then I’ll tell him (How matured of me. I couldn’t think of anything better to tell him anymore. Hahaha…). He just laughed and continued bugging me.

And then he said:

“Sige na Ate, tell me. I want to make my Pee-Pee look bigger.”

I laughed so hard, I practically fell off my seat.