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His Next Bright Idea

Our mom already has her usual playlist of stories to tell to people about me and Brandie.

She usually tells that story of how behaved I was as a child. How she’d make me sit in one corner of the room, give me a toy, tell me not to move and she’d come back an hour later and I’d still be at that corner playing with that toy.

Brandie did the opposite of that.

Our mom also loves to tell about the time a five-year old Brandie decided to sleep on his own. We used to all sleep in one bed. One night, Brandie supposedly got out of bed and brought along his little blanket and pillow. My mom asked where he was going. Brandie said, “Masyadong masikip diyan. Doon ako sa kwarto ko!” (It’s too cramped there. I’ll go to my room!) So, he went to our playroom which had a bed in the shape of a Formula 1 racing car.

Those are two fine examples of how we’ve been living out lives.

I’m usually the one that quickly establishes a comfort zone and will happily play with whatever toy I have been given. (Which probably explains why I haven’t left Harrison after seven years.)

Brandie, on the other hand, will quickly grab his pillow and little blanket the moment he feels things are getting cramped.

He was the first one to decided to go to the States and get a Master’s Degree. He came back after a year, but when we went back to the US a couple of years later, he decided to stay again and teach at the Academy of Arts.

When he came back to Manila, he got his own place and started living on his own.



This year, he (along with Tin) will be going to Vietnam where they will command their own starship (more about that ongoing mission soon).

Yup, there’s just no stopping my (not so) little brother.

This day (April 26) marks the beginning of BRANDIE: YEAR 30. So, won’t you all please hop on over to his blog (http://brandietan.blogspot.com) and greet him a happy, wonderful birthday!

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Me said…
He looks satisfied with himself ;)

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