My Brother Is Not A Pig! He's just a Jejemon.

I love my siblings. I love them so much that even their being silly in chat and messaging doesn't bother me. Okay, sometimes it bothers me. But fraternal love overrules opposition.

When the people called jejebusters emerged, I didn’t' realize there were jejemons in this world. And two of my beloved are part of this breed.

Take for example a private message sent to me by bunso on Facebook:

Bunso: kua kmusta poh ? .. god bLess !

Me: Ayos lang. Kayo, musta?

Bunso: auis Lng nmn poh d2 .. kua sa b-day ni mama ca uuwi ? ingat ca Lgi ahh ..


I don't mind the spelling or form of the message. I'm biased to say that it came from the youngest in the family, who at his age should be writing in good Filipino. I should correct his ways. One of these days, I shall tell him. Nagkulang ako sa pagpapalaki sa aking mga kapatid. Isa akong masamang kuya. Choz.

But if you think about it, the message is sweet. When read, it's a bit irritating and a little annoying. But when I considered the concern and thoughtfulness of the sender, I know that there was love beneath that jejemonic composition.

I care that my brother is a jejemon. Not because people make fun of youngsters like him, but because I feel that I'm partly responsible for what they've become. I take it as their form of expression. A fad. A temporary thing that they do since they are innocent (or ignorant?) youngsters.

I believe he'll get past this phase and compose messages like normal people do.

It's okay to make fun of the jejemons. But to call them retards is below the belt. Are the jejemons the new jologs? Kawawa naman. Para namang mutation ang dating.

Pero kapag nag-birthday na siya sa Hunyo at ganyan pa rin sya mag-message, boboljakin ko na sya. Iba naman ang nakiki-uso sa egregious, noh.