He's my brother. And if i were a boy, i'll certainly look like him
and vice versa. I'm the middle child and he's 14 years older than me.
He's now 30. I'm 15, turning 16 this coming august.
I still remember one of his atrocities when i was a kid. He jokingly told me
he'll make mutant barbies. O'course i didn't believe at first.
So i went off to play outside.
Little did i know that he started his evil plan. Grabbed the gluegun, my barbies
and ken.
Imagine the horror of a little girl when she saw her dolls naked.
And worse, Ken's head in BArbie's body. No legs. just 4 arms.
And more horrifying sights when i saw the other barbies.
my beautiful barbies turned to monsters or mutants - as what he kuya called them.
He became a big influence in my life. My point of view about music, being a lead guitarist,
he taught me not to let anyone ridicule or belittle me. He taught me how to be strong.
He taught me some taekwondo (darn proud to say he's a 1998 NCAA champion) which i used when i was in grade 2 to
bully my "boy" classmates. Talk about being tough.
i remember that sleepless night when he told me and my sister bogeyman
will jump out of the closet if i won't go to sleep. little sister quickly
flew to dreamland while i waited for bogeyman the whole night.
he loves to see us irritated and annoyed.
Every time he's around ( because he's a stay-in in his job),
he'll quietly come inside of our room. and just like a reveille,
he'll wake us with his song and dance alarm: "Wake up, little susie,
wake up!" or " batugan.. gumising ka riyan..". Argh!
But i won't forget when kuya's still in college and i was 9 years old.
i always wait for him until midnight. and upon arriving home, i cook
his all time fave food - canned beef (can you call that cooking? ;p).
A few months ago, after a bad break-up, i found myself crying
in his arms. He told me everything is gonna be alright and shared
some lessons about love. and to my surprise, he told me it's alright to
him for me to have a beau (boyf).
for sure, the next time i get hurt, i'll run to my kuya.
He might be downright mean, downright brilliant in embarassing me ( the art
he had perfected throughout the years), overprotective, super strict, arrogant
and annoying. But he'll always be my kuya. I loove him so much.
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