We're four siblings, I am the 4th child.
I am all drama when I was growing up especially when Dad was home. I got what I wanted and can escape chores when I can, even avoid the food I don't like and was not scolded. And my nemesis growing up was the brother before me - the 3rd child.
My brother, the second middle child is Koko. His name is actually Artur because he was born October 20, 1968 the day General Douglas McArthur returned to Leyte as he promised and liberated the Philippines in 1944. But like every other kid in the Philippines, we're given our "pet" name - like puppies ha! ha! and those name stuck just like mine.
We all grew up in the same neighborhood and went to the same school in separate departments at the Malate Catholic School. He's an average guy, keeping mostly to himself and already into the arts - mostly music and drawings. His friends are also eclectic and he's not very sociable but he's loved by many. He's Lolo Santos favorite grandchild. I think he embodies what we call 'artists' temperament at a very young age. We we're never friends until it's too late.
Koko believes in letting you do it yourself and maybe because I was such a cry baby that he decided early on that he will have nothing to do with me even help me with my school works. Like my sister and other brother, he's also good in math and I am not but I cannot approach him for help. When I ask for the meaning of certain words he would say "talk to W ebster", he meant the dictionary. He never took me seriously, I was out of his radar and out of his circle, but when I need protecting from bullies, I knew I could trust on him (but he would never have admitted to it).
He went to the university and I was left in high school - I was the last to graduate. The more we became estranged to each other though we still shared the same room and bunk beds, I sleep on the top bed. Like every college student he had his own clicks and they had their own gigs. Koko became particular to color black and all those trimmings fitting to a rocker - I even learned to appreciate his music The Clash (http://www.theclash.com/) but I never let him catch me listening to it (I never understood it anyway). He had his band - he plays the drums and I don't know maybe he also sings but you know his kind of music are all shouting and tongue lashing so maybe he can shout more than sing.
Everything changed in our relationship when I graduated and entered university myself. I left home, stayed in the dorm and studied something different from them - I was into science. I think the distance and the frequency of us bumping to each other in our small apartment triggered a change in his attitude towards me ... he became more like a brother and a friend. We talked more and he shared more of himself even offered information without prodding when I'm home.
But our brotherly - sisterly relationship was cut short when the first ever tragedy happened in the family.
I am all drama when I was growing up especially when Dad was home. I got what I wanted and can escape chores when I can, even avoid the food I don't like and was not scolded. And my nemesis growing up was the brother before me - the 3rd child.
My brother, the second middle child is Koko. His name is actually Artur because he was born October 20, 1968 the day General Douglas McArthur returned to Leyte as he promised and liberated the Philippines in 1944. But like every other kid in the Philippines, we're given our "pet" name - like puppies ha! ha! and those name stuck just like mine.
We all grew up in the same neighborhood and went to the same school in separate departments at the Malate Catholic School. He's an average guy, keeping mostly to himself and already into the arts - mostly music and drawings. His friends are also eclectic and he's not very sociable but he's loved by many. He's Lolo Santos favorite grandchild. I think he embodies what we call 'artists' temperament at a very young age. We we're never friends until it's too late.
Koko believes in letting you do it yourself and maybe because I was such a cry baby that he decided early on that he will have nothing to do with me even help me with my school works. Like my sister and other brother, he's also good in math and I am not but I cannot approach him for help. When I ask for the meaning of certain words he would say "talk to W ebster", he meant the dictionary. He never took me seriously, I was out of his radar and out of his circle, but when I need protecting from bullies, I knew I could trust on him (but he would never have admitted to it).
He went to the university and I was left in high school - I was the last to graduate. The more we became estranged to each other though we still shared the same room and bunk beds, I sleep on the top bed. Like every college student he had his own clicks and they had their own gigs. Koko became particular to color black and all those trimmings fitting to a rocker - I even learned to appreciate his music The Clash (http://www.theclash.com/) but I never let him catch me listening to it (I never understood it anyway). He had his band - he plays the drums and I don't know maybe he also sings but you know his kind of music are all shouting and tongue lashing so maybe he can shout more than sing.
Everything changed in our relationship when I graduated and entered university myself. I left home, stayed in the dorm and studied something different from them - I was into science. I think the distance and the frequency of us bumping to each other in our small apartment triggered a change in his attitude towards me ... he became more like a brother and a friend. We talked more and he shared more of himself even offered information without prodding when I'm home.
But our brotherly - sisterly relationship was cut short when the first ever tragedy happened in the family.