None of my family except my dad knows about the existence of this blog. Well my mom knows about it but she doesn't see it so technically she doesn't really know about it.
In just 2 days my brother will be coming home from Bandung! As we all know 2013 is coming to an end thus I believe his university gives a holiday break. I'm not sure how long he will be staying but I'm just glad he'll be home. In fact, I can hardly wait to meet him.
My family are my persons of interest. Person of Interest is actually a TV show starring Jim Cavieziel. Oh how my mom adores him. Anyway what I'm trying to say is that this particular post is dedicated to my family. I'm not quite outspoken on saying "I love you guys" to my family but believe me, I do. Besides writing and reading and fangirling, they're the ones that keep me sane.
Before anybody gets the wrong idea I just want to say I love both my mom and my dad. My mom is my true best friend and I'm okay with the idea of not having any friends if I know I'll have her. As to my dad, I may never be a daddy's little girl and we may not share any intimate or close father-daughter relationship but I do love him just as much as he loves me. He may not say it often but I know his love for me do exists.
Even though I say that this post is for my family, I would like to say that this post is specifically for my brother and I do it just because I can. And it's not his birthday.
Now, I'm not going to say that my brother and I are BFFFFFFFs but I do think we have our moments. One time we got our own signature. I'm not sure how to describe this but that time we're both like "BREATH TAKING! HAH HAH HAH! HEART BREAKING! HAH HAH HAH! JAW BREAKING! AAAAA". You probably don't even know what I'm talking but it's okay.
But I do think my brother is a good guy and I'm sure he'll be a true gentleman sometime in the future. I do see the potential. Oh have I told you that he's a hopeless romantic? Well, HE'S A ROMEO, SHAKESPEARE, NICHOLAS SPARKS, WHATEVER. He's more like my mom; sensitive, touchy, and romantic. While I'm more like my dad; not romantic. I think I still get my mom's sensitivity and... touchy-ness? Is that even a word in English I hope Oxford won't sue me.
He watches (500) Days of Summer, The Notebook, Crazy Stupid Love, and countless other romantic movies. He watches all of those Korean and Thai movies too. He once told me, "Koreans are good in making sad movies."
But most of all, he watches movies. Oh yeah, he loves them. He runs a movie review website in which I'm actually also a contributor for that website but I hardly write anything these days due to the insanity level of my school. And instead of writing anything there, I'm here writing a story of my brother. No big deal.
My girlfriends say I'm lucky to have an older brother. Oh yes, he's older than me. For 3 years. 3 years and 4 months to be specific. Most of my girlfriends don't have older siblings and most girls have this perception that older brothers are cool and all that jazz and they will protect you from all the bad boys and germs. Well let's face it. My brother is none of that.
Well sure he's cool and he has a lot of friends and was in a band and all but he's not protective. I'm not complaining though. I do feel like there are so many girls these days demanding perfect boys and or well, prince charming. My mother never raised me with fairytales so no offence but I don't believe in fairytales. I don't believe in perfect boys and I don't want one. If any of you guys reading this get offended, you shouldn't be. Because none of you are perfect and so am I.
Anyway even though my brother is cheesy and not like any other older brothers, I love him just the way he is. I really do. And if any of you are wondering why in the world I'm writing a post about him, I only have the simplest reason. I miss him a lot. I never say that out loud to him because he'll feel awkward and so I'll be. Hopefully one day later he'll find this post in a way and know that I really do love him.
Zayn Malik, Mesut Özil, Joe Priest, and Chord Overstreet have little sisters and they're all lovely brothers and I do have to say, damn they're lucky girls! But I'll consider myself lucky too. Why? Well, why not? Ahahahahaha.
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Us many many many years ago before I even speak English.
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P.S.
Dear Jani's future wife,
Whoever you are, I'll be very happy to have you as my sister-in-law and I'm sure my brother will be just as happy to have you. You yourself will be just as lucky, you have a great man beside you.