Tough Teddy

My family is pretty big...and the great thing about my numerous cousins is that we all get along like friends. Living away from home, one of the things I miss is hanging out with my family. But I still get to keep in touch with them a lot, over the internet. In fact, I only started really talking to one of my cousins on msn.

He is quite a few years older than me. I cannot remember exactly how much. Probably about four or five years. When I was younger, we never really spend any time together. I usually hung around with his younger brothers and cousins who were closer to my age.

I think I started talking to him on msn when he was studying in Philippines. Or even maybe earlier, when he was in Sri Lanka. He was bored, I was bored and I was surprised to find out that we actually had conversation topics that we could continue over for more than just five minutes.
I think of him as a Teddy bear. A tough Teddy bear. He is fairly big and broad and sometimes has this expression on his face that would not be out of place on a security guard out side the Presidential Palace.

But I think he is a massive softie on the inside. He would probably kill me when he sees me next for writing that about him and God knows that I have done a few things that has gotten me into trouble with him. But for all the seriousness he poses, he calls me all sorts of sweet pet names, such as 'Pumpkin (which I think i was a bit indignant about at first), 'Cupcake' and 'Cutie'. Not something you would expect from a person who looks like a mild version of the Incredible Hulk (minus the green of course).

His life long ambition and dream seems to be (apart from working in a Victoria's Secret store) to see me gain some weight. He claimed that my last blog entry, the one about anorexia, was a great 'self-analysis' and the amount of food he expects me to eat is enormous! Once at a family dinner, he got all the desserts, served them to me himself so he could control the portion sizes and was sitting there next to me just to make sure I ate it all.

The best memory I have of him was when we went shopping the last time I was back at home. It was so much fun just browsing around the shops with him. He would make funny comments about things and we had fun paying each other out. Unfortunately, I had to leave a little bit earlier than I had expected to and I told him I needed to get home asap, so he said 'Yeah, we'll get a taxi.'
I told him that we would probably get to my place faster if we walked because it was only a few minutes away anyway. And I just started walking at full speed. And I kept seeing my cousin behind me, struggling to keep up. He kept saying 'I should have come in my jogging shoes!'. This was a guy, who was twice my size and trained at the army, and was complaining that I was going too fast!

Honestly, such a softie...