Our building's elevator was under repair this morning so I had to use the stairs. I was already one floor away from the lobby when a potangnang doggy came barking and running towards me and suddenly bit me and went barking and running away from me.

It wasn't a "bite" bite, just a scratch-like wound. It was rather a pa-cute bite that I actually don't find cute.

I told my brother about the incident. He was trying to convice me to go see a doctor but: (1) it was raining hard in Makati; (2) I don't know where to go; (3) my health card was in my wallet that was stolen by a potangnang magnenekew; and (4) i don't have the time. Kuya warned me that it's serious... blah blah blah so I got scared. He even called me to check if I was on my way to the hospital and I almost cried in the middle of our conversation, but I tried not to. After our conversation, I found myself crying in the ladies room. Baket?

I realized that in two weeks I will no longer have a Kuya near me. I am used to having a Kuya to the rescue, a Kuya who tells me I'm stupid when I'm tanga, a Kuya who believes I can do anything and that I'll go far, a Kuya who inspires me, a Kuya who spoils me, a Kuya who makes sandwiches, salads, barbeque sauce, pizza etc, blah blah blah.

He had his son call me early this evening to sing me rock-a-by-baby. I will surely miss that. Hindi ko alam gagawin ko pag malayo na si Kuya. Kawawang iyaking Ainah. Bow.