The Men In My Life - Keep Influencing Me!
The first ever man to ever enter my life would have to be my Dad. Okay, that one's a no-brainer. He's a cool guy that I only notice in the late years of my teens. He's not the kind of dad that gets on your nerves for the wrong reasons -- like those I usually see on movies or on TV. He's probably not that cool but he's cool in the way that he doesn't prevent you from doing what you love, trusts you, and lets you be cool as long as it's safe. He's so into technology -- a fact I took long enough to notice. There was this one phase when he bought a different series of phone per week and traded his previous one. He used to always come to my and my sis's room just to show it off.
What I love about him: He trusts me with everything I do and every step I take. He guides me slowly but sure and tells me all the wisdom he could find. He always tries to put me in the right direction. Of course, there were times when it felt like he didn't believe in me. Like the time when he told me to recheck the result to the entrance exam when I told him I got into two good high school in the city. I know he did it so I wouldn't feel bad if it turned out to be wrong. He always tells me to be productive and I hate sleeping bcoz of it. I see it as a way to waste precious time. Ironically, he likes to sleep. But what I love most about him is...HE LOVES TO BUY ELECTRONICS! And, like, cool ones! Yay! More for me! Ok LOL jk.
The second man ever, I would probably say, is my Grandpa. He's Mom's dad. Not that Dad's dad doesn't count but, forgive me, I just don't remember much about him. To be honest, other than his face and his old house with the well at the back, I don't remember anything else. Anyway, this Grandpa I'm talking about is a pretty cool grandfather as well. He always seems kind of zen to me but he has the most infectious of laughs. I think for an old man, he looks very handsome -- Morgan Freeman kind of reminds me of him. He loves to breed birds and keeps them in the backyard of his house. Sometimes he comes to my house -- which is not even that often anymore -- and buy more birds. He still goes to Tennis practices and go exercise in the morning.
What I love about him: Unlike other people's grandpa, he's still very fit. He's very wise and always lets you in on his wisdom. He's not one of those people who thinks they are wise but actually is not. He always reminds me in the gentlest way what to do or asks me how I'm doing and everything. Everything about him shouts out gentleness. He doesn't go out to malls often but he still gets out when he wants to. He likes to take a walk and everything and I love just how healthy he is. I also love just how much chemistry I see between him and his wife, Grandma. They are a perfect match in the way they are so different.
The third man that counts -- if he is already a man at all -- is probably my wee brother, Cafa. Yeah, he's lame sometimes but he can be pretty cool when he wants to -- which is rare. He's annoying and always comes to my room just to check out what I was doing. I guess he was just bored. I can't imagine what he's doing now without me at home. He has a passion for cars, even when he has other passions like drawing, he draws car. He usually goes to motor shows and such with my dad coz they both love this kind of stuff. Which is their way of bonding. Other than cars, he has a passion for games -- which mostly involve racing cars anyway. It's really weird how his vocabulary for English words surpass that of his Indonesian ones. How that happens, I'm not sure.
What I love about him: He lets me in on the cool stuff he finds even though most of the time I'm reluctant to find out. He's somewhat creative in his own destructive ways. I mean, the door to his room looks more alive than mine. Then again, it used to be the door to MY room. I love how he gets scared easier than I do. It gives me a reason to have company when I feel scared myself and not have to admit it to the world. Haha, okay I totally used ya, bro. I hate it that he's growing up by the way. Bcoz to my experience, most guys who were sweet when they were younger grow up to be jerks and forget the girls who get them through the tough times when other girls won't even look at them right. I hope you're not one of 'em, bro.
Okay, the last is definitely NOT the least is my Beloved. He goes by many names -- not coz he's famous or he's a con artist but simply because he does -- but I like to call him Firu. We met around 2 years ago in the last place I'd look. He showed me care and I thought we'd be best friends. Well, I wasn't half wrong. We connected in many ways and I cannot tell you enough of it. Like me -- and my brother and sister and friends and, well, the list goes on -- he likes anime and comics. He also like games and such -- the story of my life, everyone I care about loves games one way or another. He also likes soccer but not in the way that he's so freaky about it as if it's what's most important in the world. He has two sisters -- by which he knows about male idols -- and two brothers. His dad is very nice and his mom is very smart -- and critical, which is good.
What I love about him: He is as independent as a man can be. The thing is, that's not the case with boys these days -- well, guys around my age and in my world anyway. He cooks for himself regularly at home and rides the motorbike to and fro everywhere. He learnt to survive since he was very young, unlike me. He also loves technology and cannot really help himself about it. These things, strangely enough, remind me of my dad. There's a saying that goes, "A girl's first love is her father." I guess, in a way, this is true. Not just the weird stuff, but the really tender stuff too. He gets mad at me like my dad would. He cares about me like my dad would -- okay, maybe a bit differently. He snores like my dad. He lives, more or less, like my dad...or at least I imagine so. He feels like a family to me already and I hope my family feels the same way.
These are the men that really matter in my life. They have helped me grow a lot and they mean to me more than they realise. There are other men that I think matter in my life as well. But these four take the majorities of life itself. I just hope I mean to them as much as they mean to. I love you all just so you know. Keep influencing my life, okay?
What I love about him: He trusts me with everything I do and every step I take. He guides me slowly but sure and tells me all the wisdom he could find. He always tries to put me in the right direction. Of course, there were times when it felt like he didn't believe in me. Like the time when he told me to recheck the result to the entrance exam when I told him I got into two good high school in the city. I know he did it so I wouldn't feel bad if it turned out to be wrong. He always tells me to be productive and I hate sleeping bcoz of it. I see it as a way to waste precious time. Ironically, he likes to sleep. But what I love most about him is...HE LOVES TO BUY ELECTRONICS! And, like, cool ones! Yay! More for me! Ok LOL jk.
The second man ever, I would probably say, is my Grandpa. He's Mom's dad. Not that Dad's dad doesn't count but, forgive me, I just don't remember much about him. To be honest, other than his face and his old house with the well at the back, I don't remember anything else. Anyway, this Grandpa I'm talking about is a pretty cool grandfather as well. He always seems kind of zen to me but he has the most infectious of laughs. I think for an old man, he looks very handsome -- Morgan Freeman kind of reminds me of him. He loves to breed birds and keeps them in the backyard of his house. Sometimes he comes to my house -- which is not even that often anymore -- and buy more birds. He still goes to Tennis practices and go exercise in the morning.
What I love about him: Unlike other people's grandpa, he's still very fit. He's very wise and always lets you in on his wisdom. He's not one of those people who thinks they are wise but actually is not. He always reminds me in the gentlest way what to do or asks me how I'm doing and everything. Everything about him shouts out gentleness. He doesn't go out to malls often but he still gets out when he wants to. He likes to take a walk and everything and I love just how healthy he is. I also love just how much chemistry I see between him and his wife, Grandma. They are a perfect match in the way they are so different.
The third man that counts -- if he is already a man at all -- is probably my wee brother, Cafa. Yeah, he's lame sometimes but he can be pretty cool when he wants to -- which is rare. He's annoying and always comes to my room just to check out what I was doing. I guess he was just bored. I can't imagine what he's doing now without me at home. He has a passion for cars, even when he has other passions like drawing, he draws car. He usually goes to motor shows and such with my dad coz they both love this kind of stuff. Which is their way of bonding. Other than cars, he has a passion for games -- which mostly involve racing cars anyway. It's really weird how his vocabulary for English words surpass that of his Indonesian ones. How that happens, I'm not sure.
What I love about him: He lets me in on the cool stuff he finds even though most of the time I'm reluctant to find out. He's somewhat creative in his own destructive ways. I mean, the door to his room looks more alive than mine. Then again, it used to be the door to MY room. I love how he gets scared easier than I do. It gives me a reason to have company when I feel scared myself and not have to admit it to the world. Haha, okay I totally used ya, bro. I hate it that he's growing up by the way. Bcoz to my experience, most guys who were sweet when they were younger grow up to be jerks and forget the girls who get them through the tough times when other girls won't even look at them right. I hope you're not one of 'em, bro.
Okay, the last is definitely NOT the least is my Beloved. He goes by many names -- not coz he's famous or he's a con artist but simply because he does -- but I like to call him Firu. We met around 2 years ago in the last place I'd look. He showed me care and I thought we'd be best friends. Well, I wasn't half wrong. We connected in many ways and I cannot tell you enough of it. Like me -- and my brother and sister and friends and, well, the list goes on -- he likes anime and comics. He also like games and such -- the story of my life, everyone I care about loves games one way or another. He also likes soccer but not in the way that he's so freaky about it as if it's what's most important in the world. He has two sisters -- by which he knows about male idols -- and two brothers. His dad is very nice and his mom is very smart -- and critical, which is good.
What I love about him: He is as independent as a man can be. The thing is, that's not the case with boys these days -- well, guys around my age and in my world anyway. He cooks for himself regularly at home and rides the motorbike to and fro everywhere. He learnt to survive since he was very young, unlike me. He also loves technology and cannot really help himself about it. These things, strangely enough, remind me of my dad. There's a saying that goes, "A girl's first love is her father." I guess, in a way, this is true. Not just the weird stuff, but the really tender stuff too. He gets mad at me like my dad would. He cares about me like my dad would -- okay, maybe a bit differently. He snores like my dad. He lives, more or less, like my dad...or at least I imagine so. He feels like a family to me already and I hope my family feels the same way.
These are the men that really matter in my life. They have helped me grow a lot and they mean to me more than they realise. There are other men that I think matter in my life as well. But these four take the majorities of life itself. I just hope I mean to them as much as they mean to. I love you all just so you know. Keep influencing my life, okay?