Weee! Haha. Kuya’s coming home this Tuesday, and I can’t even say that I’m glad or something. Can’t tell. Maybe I’ve just gone too apathetic to him so as not to care what he does or even how he is doing. We don’t even talk much. Maybe it’s just because of the uber big age gap between us. Uhh… 12 years, I think? Or was it 13? Hmm…
See why? LoL. When I was a grade schooler, he’d tease me when he’d drive me on the way to school, and I end up getting mad at him because he did so, only realizing why he did that when I was a lot older. Maybe he gave up on me. I dunno.
Before he left for the States, he gave me his clothes and shoes that he left behind. I wanted to thank him, but I was shy. So I just sent him an e-mail saying so.
When my family would go to our relatives next door to call Kuya in the States, I wouldn’t want to come, for what would I tell him? Even if I did, I wouldn’t talk to him.
Mom has been reiterating that I should be closer to him. But I guess I’m too shy.
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