I owe it all to Uncle

My Scrabble addiction is starting to creep in again. I've never been a fan of sitting down for an hour while playing with letter bricks.

But this afternoon, I actually had to give them a go. So I sat down with them while my overtired but definitely not overused brain think of intelligent words to have the highest score possible.

Ten minutes into the game, I was into it. I gave my obsession when I started to go out with my friends. When I realised that I can not stay at home on the weekend savouring a bag of doritos with my favourite dip because I am now legally allowed to go out to clubs.

It's been three years since I chucked my ability to play scrabble in the closet.

And now, I revisited it. It was annoyed at me. Its self-esteem was at its ultimate low but it didn't let me down.

My ultimate passion in life is to win. And never to lose.

I think it has something to do with my pride or something that I need to prove to someone.

Irregardless of what it is, I won the comeback game of Nikki.

Now, I can kid myself all I want but I do have the sinking feeling that Uncle actually let me win.

Because of two things.

He wasn't all cranky when I won. He usually demands for a rematch when I beat him.

It's Uncle. He's a walking encyclopedia. Why didn't he win?

It was good for my self-esteem and I did realise one thing; I miss spending time with my family.

I live with them and I have dinner with them. But that's it. I never get to see them for more than an hour.

If I'm at home, it's either I'm online [ahem..] or asleep.

I don't stay on the lounge to watch a tv programme with them. I have dinner with them but it's not enough for me to tell them what I've been upto for the past six months of my life.

Even my relationship with Emmet hasn't been talked about yet. And it's been five months.

When I decided to go back to University all I ever said was; I've enrolled at Uni for next semester. I'm doing five subjects.

All I got from that announcement was; Good girl. we're proud of you.

And when I told them that I'm not going back to Manila for Christmas all I got was; whatever makes you happy honey. You're old enough to do what you want. We trust you.

I feel like a complete stranger and it's my fault because I don't spend enough time with my parents.

I should stop this.