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Just recently two of my younger brothers moved into my house…and I cannot begin to tell you the amount of food they consume in a span of one week…but they’re my brothers and an Ate like me cannot complain…I so love these boys to death…their names are Bordigs (evolve from Bombordig) and D’joy (Bordigoy).
One fine morning while trying to while away my time tossing and turning on my bed, trying to savor the fact that it’s Saturday and I don’t have work until two o’clock, so no need to get up early…I heard my brothers arguing on who should play the dvd component first…so I interceded and said that the older one and the most makulit D’joy gets to play at least 3 of his songs and then Bordigs’ will do the same thing…until the time they all have been given the chance to play the songs they have in mind.
So they all conceded and started playing their songs…and unknowingly, they have transported me back in time when we were younger and life was simple then…when all our hurts and pains would be healed with just water and soap. As I was listening to Rage Against the Machine’s People of the Sun, I realize that we were kids then and now, we may be all grown up yet there still are things we just can’t shake off like the good old music. Their aguing was not something new to me since my Mom would use to mediate among us on who should play the song first. You see my family can basically listening to Metallica, Slapshock, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Limpbizkit, Eraserheads, Parokya ni Edgar and then jump straight to Matt Monro, Engelbert Humperdick, Air Supply, Duran Duran…hay! What a deluge of differences!
And then comes Wolfgang’s Halik ni Hudas, Nirvana’s Man Who Sold the World, Where did you Sleep Last Night, Pennyroyal Tea, Bob Marley’s No Woman No Cry, Redemption Song, and then Siakol’s Bakit Ba, Lagim, Byaheng Impyerno…all these, are proofs that my brothers had just basically grown in size and had changed shapes but their hearts remember what was good and still is good until now…
And so I went to join them in the sala and what was a casual day of playing music became one helluva bonding moment for the three of us…in the midst of playing the songs that we agreed on, jokes were cracked, our “memory treasure chests” were opened and childhood adventures were once again re-lived! I began playing Air Supply’s Even the Nights are Better, Two Less Lonely People…, All Out of Love and Barry Manilow’s Mandy, Even Now and Weekend in New England. We all burst laughing as each of us gave their share of our ‘misfits’ adventures’ as kids...but most of the kwento came from me since I was older than them and I had the pleasure of watching both of them grow up with the rest of our other siblings…I told them that they used to run around our backyard butt-naked with Mom running after them since they wouldn’t want to take a bath, that I have to tie D’joy upside down in the beam of the shed at the back of our house for not taking his afternoon naps and for coming home so dirty after playing in the street with our neighbors…and then I reminded them that we used to play sumpak as kids with Manoy (our eldest brother) as the think-tank and the strategist (since he is so lazy to be running after our “enemies” and protecting our camp…he said he’d rather think!), while I and my 3rd brother Nognog (now a police officer) were the battleground commanders and the younger ones (them, D’joy, Bordigs and the other bulilits) were the pawns! They were the ones who were the first to become POWs (prisoners of war), to be tied by the tree, then later on Nognog and I would rescue. Hehehe… My brothers burst laughing with that thought…
As our background music draw to a close (Cranberries’ Dreams, Linger and When You’re Gone) I poignantly watched them laughing…they were clueless of the tears streaming down my cheeks…ahhh…how we have grown…and how different, the lives we all took…Manoy, an accountant; me, a teacher; Nognog, a police officer; D’joy, a marine engineer; Bordigs, an electrical engineer and our other siblings who are still struggling to make a mark and find their own place under the sun…finishing school…yes, we all have grown…so big, so fast…and so goddamn different!
But at times, isn’t it great to realize that despite all these differences and choices, we would just simply sit down and converge…bond and reminisce the great life that we have together as brothers and sisters? Using all mediums available for us to unite…music, inuman, kwentuhan, and at times…even arguing! At least every time we converge, remember and unite, we strengthen the bond that keeps us all in tangle…that is, our blood, our family name (Buitizon)…our values and the individuals we all have become, all these, rolled into one.
We may lack things, our dining table may not be as festive as the others, we may quarrel over a loaf of bread or a new pair of sneakers at times…but I still would opt to choose to be born in this family…
I’d like to end my blog with this song I always sing to my Mom…hope you all can get the tune…and sing with us…
For all those times you stood by me
For all the truth that you made me see
For all the joy you’ve brought to my life
For all the wrong that you made right
For every dream you made come true
For all the love I found in you…
…You were always there for me,
the tender wind that carried me,
light in the dark, shining your love into my life…
you’ve been my inspiration…
through the lies you are the truth…
my world is a better place…because of…you…
I’m everything I am…because you love me…
We’re everything we are…because you love us…
Thanks Mama and Papa! Love you very much!
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Just recently two of my younger brothers moved into my house…and I cannot begin to tell you the amount of food they consume in a span of one week…but they’re my brothers and an Ate like me cannot complain…I so love these boys to death…their names are Bordigs (evolve from Bombordig) and D’joy (Bordigoy).
One fine morning while trying to while away my time tossing and turning on my bed, trying to savor the fact that it’s Saturday and I don’t have work until two o’clock, so no need to get up early…I heard my brothers arguing on who should play the dvd component first…so I interceded and said that the older one and the most makulit D’joy gets to play at least 3 of his songs and then Bordigs’ will do the same thing…until the time they all have been given the chance to play the songs they have in mind.
So they all conceded and started playing their songs…and unknowingly, they have transported me back in time when we were younger and life was simple then…when all our hurts and pains would be healed with just water and soap. As I was listening to Rage Against the Machine’s People of the Sun, I realize that we were kids then and now, we may be all grown up yet there still are things we just can’t shake off like the good old music. Their aguing was not something new to me since my Mom would use to mediate among us on who should play the song first. You see my family can basically listening to Metallica, Slapshock, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Limpbizkit, Eraserheads, Parokya ni Edgar and then jump straight to Matt Monro, Engelbert Humperdick, Air Supply, Duran Duran…hay! What a deluge of differences!
And then comes Wolfgang’s Halik ni Hudas, Nirvana’s Man Who Sold the World, Where did you Sleep Last Night, Pennyroyal Tea, Bob Marley’s No Woman No Cry, Redemption Song, and then Siakol’s Bakit Ba, Lagim, Byaheng Impyerno…all these, are proofs that my brothers had just basically grown in size and had changed shapes but their hearts remember what was good and still is good until now…
And so I went to join them in the sala and what was a casual day of playing music became one helluva bonding moment for the three of us…in the midst of playing the songs that we agreed on, jokes were cracked, our “memory treasure chests” were opened and childhood adventures were once again re-lived! I began playing Air Supply’s Even the Nights are Better, Two Less Lonely People…, All Out of Love and Barry Manilow’s Mandy, Even Now and Weekend in New England. We all burst laughing as each of us gave their share of our ‘misfits’ adventures’ as kids...but most of the kwento came from me since I was older than them and I had the pleasure of watching both of them grow up with the rest of our other siblings…I told them that they used to run around our backyard butt-naked with Mom running after them since they wouldn’t want to take a bath, that I have to tie D’joy upside down in the beam of the shed at the back of our house for not taking his afternoon naps and for coming home so dirty after playing in the street with our neighbors…and then I reminded them that we used to play sumpak as kids with Manoy (our eldest brother) as the think-tank and the strategist (since he is so lazy to be running after our “enemies” and protecting our camp…he said he’d rather think!), while I and my 3rd brother Nognog (now a police officer) were the battleground commanders and the younger ones (them, D’joy, Bordigs and the other bulilits) were the pawns! They were the ones who were the first to become POWs (prisoners of war), to be tied by the tree, then later on Nognog and I would rescue. Hehehe… My brothers burst laughing with that thought…
As our background music draw to a close (Cranberries’ Dreams, Linger and When You’re Gone) I poignantly watched them laughing…they were clueless of the tears streaming down my cheeks…ahhh…how we have grown…and how different, the lives we all took…Manoy, an accountant; me, a teacher; Nognog, a police officer; D’joy, a marine engineer; Bordigs, an electrical engineer and our other siblings who are still struggling to make a mark and find their own place under the sun…finishing school…yes, we all have grown…so big, so fast…and so goddamn different!
But at times, isn’t it great to realize that despite all these differences and choices, we would just simply sit down and converge…bond and reminisce the great life that we have together as brothers and sisters? Using all mediums available for us to unite…music, inuman, kwentuhan, and at times…even arguing! At least every time we converge, remember and unite, we strengthen the bond that keeps us all in tangle…that is, our blood, our family name (Buitizon)…our values and the individuals we all have become, all these, rolled into one.
We may lack things, our dining table may not be as festive as the others, we may quarrel over a loaf of bread or a new pair of sneakers at times…but I still would opt to choose to be born in this family…
I’d like to end my blog with this song I always sing to my Mom…hope you all can get the tune…and sing with us…
For all those times you stood by me
For all the truth that you made me see
For all the joy you’ve brought to my life
For all the wrong that you made right
For every dream you made come true
For all the love I found in you…
…You were always there for me,
the tender wind that carried me,
light in the dark, shining your love into my life…
you’ve been my inspiration…
through the lies you are the truth…
my world is a better place…because of…you…
I’m everything I am…because you love me…
We’re everything we are…because you love us…
Thanks Mama and Papa! Love you very much!
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