“Kuya” is the Tagalog term for older brother. I have one, he’s my only sibling, and it was his birthday yesterday. We just had a simple celebration. My Aunt cooked for us one of my favorite food, Arroz Valenciana (I’m not sure if you guys are quite familiar with it), which I think she haven’t done since Christmas last year:
It’s a native Filipino dish. I like stuffing mine with lots of egg slices, heh. My tummy was happy! 
My Kuya was so interested in Nokia’s latest release, Nokia C3 which is a very cheap qwerty with wifi phone. He was running low on moolah, so I gave him cash as a gift and I offered to lend him some more so he could buy himself a present on his own birthday. Off to the mall we went, but C3 was already out of stock. So he got Nokia 5530 instead. It’s such a nice phone:
So not me… I mean, lending huge money to my Kuya, whom I have money issues with. He spends all of his money on gaming, borrows money, rarely pays on time, even forgets to pay and has a smaller share in family expenses. 
We rarely show how much we care for each other. We were always governed by our own selfishness. He should be the one looking out for me and stepping up to our responsibilities. I should be the carefree and childish one, not him.
But he never forgets to give me presents on my birthday, and I figured now that we’re older, have jobs and could easily buy each other gifts, it’s time I stop taking his birthday for granted. It was really nice seeing him happy with his new phone, like a kid getting his first toy. 
That evening I asked him to buy me a small cup of ice cream, and he came back with a pint and did not ask me to pay for it! My Kuya is really nice, he just doesn’t want or know how to show it. With that small deed I felt that he appreciated me. 
