Have you met my stuffs?

I love to dream and my best one is finding my missing love puzzle and having some kids with him. Then, I start thinking a couple of names for my future kids. Since I was 5, my favourite name is Chaitlyn. I don't know why I still remember that name and just stuck in my head. Perhaps, because it sounds beautiful and elegant. Then, I doubt that it'll be so long till I get married and name my kids. I'm afraid that I'll forget those wonderful names and let my granny give my kids some traditional names. No! I won't let it happens.

Suddenly, I got an idea to name my stuffs the way I want. Kay. So, these are my stuffs which I named:

1) Blackberry = Chaitlyn

You know, my Blackberry is my everything, and my future kids either.

2) Laptop = Sam

I'm addicted to Sam Evans on Glee ;)

3) Diary = Alice

Because, when I write on her, she makes me feel like I'm in Wonderland.

4) TV = Charlotte

I usually call him 'Charly'. He was sick, and lost all my lovely channels.

5) Bolster = George

I'm not single. I slept with a guy named George. Haha.

6) Blanket = Heat

It's just warm and ready to cover my body all night long.

7) Mirror = Khloé

She's the most pretty girl among the Kardashians. Maybe, my mirror would help me to look like her.

8) Sun-Glasses = Stacy

She makes me look gorgeous.

9) Watch = Pink

It's pink. And I love PINK. Both color and singer.

10) Purse = Dolla

She keeps my 'Dollars' in her pocket.Haha.

And I also have an imaginary friend named Justin ;;) if you know what I mean.

It's all about me :]: New Step New Beginning

It's all about me :]: New Step New Beginning: "That day, July 3rd 2007. All beautiful memories have gone. Aunty gave me a watch that I'll never forget. All stuffs were packed. It was so d..."

New Step New Beginning

That day, July 3rd 2007. All beautiful memories have gone. Aunty gave me a watch that I'll never forget. All stuffs were packed. It was so damn hard to erase my footsteps in Bekasi. It was midnight. That's all I remember. People were busy crying, trying to let us go. I though it would be the worst day of my life. Granny and Gramp can't accompanied us to go to the Soekarno-Hatta International Airport in Jakarta because in the morning, they have to get to their business. What a sad farewell. When we were in the trip, everything crossed my mind. New house, new school, and of course new friends with the new language. Oh, God. Help me through this things. I wished our journey would be longer, because it was such a nightmare leaving my hometown. And finally, this is it. We arrived. I shed so much tears. Good bye is not my choice, but Dad's. Changing duties or whatever. My heart pumped quicker. I didn't wanna leave this city with the malls and friends. But, we had to go on, you know.

After one and a half hour later sitting on the airplane, my Dad screamed "Banjarmasin, here we come!". "Oh please", I said. And then my daddy told me everything about this city and the entertainment we can enjoy there. Really? Much better than Jakarta? NO THE HELL WAY! How many malls are there? How good is the weather? How high are the buildings? Those were my questions in my heart. Hmmm... Let's see around then. There's only one mall. Not interested. The buildings are so small. Not cool, yow. The weather is so freaking hot. I can get sunburnt, uh! "What's the benefit, hello?" "You will not get jammed!" "That's it?" "A...ha" alright then, let's begin the story.

Day one, Fortunately, our house wasn't so small so we can place our stuffs right here, right there, or everywhere. My barbies? Sadly, they were placed in the drawer. 

Day two, I started to look around my real estate, said Hi to people, and Hey! They're nice! 

Day three, My neighbor came visit us and greeted us well. There's one kid named Kevin and I didn't ever realize that there are a million of 'Kevin' here. So, I called him Kevin KK. He's short and friendly but a lil bit arrogant.

We started hanging out together, played futsal, and we were getting close. 

And now, after a week off, I entered my new school which the name is St. Mary Elementary School. Pretty cool. It took at least 15 minutes to get there from my house. The teachers and students were so good to me. I learned the language and it was great. And until now, I'm in St. Mary Junior High School. It has been 3 going 4 years I lived in Banjarmasin. And funny, I don't even regret to live here. Because this city has tought me to be grateful where ever we live in. Well, that is my story. :) Keep reading my Blog.