About Me

About me, hmmm, not all the people in the world would like to know me better. Who do I think I am? A celebrity? politician? Not at all, I’m just an ordinary person. But, once I heard a quote saying, “Not knowing each other means no love”, I love to know people more, believe it, it’s true. Prove it yourself, if you would like to, no harm. Anyway not much things I could share, I have lived only for 17 years 10 months, few things about me could only be shared. Let’s get started then.

First time I saw the world, 12 August 1991, 11:59, I didn’t even know when I opened my eyes at the first time, it was the world I would be lived in for the time that no one would ever know. The place was a Hospital (of course-mostly, I mean) in one of the city in Central Java, Indonesia, Purwokerto, which later would stayed on my identity forever. So, that was it, I grew older, bigger, smarter and cuter. I was a child, like the other normal child in the world, who’s late for the show, and trying to catch up the episodes. I knew all about my childhood not by remembering all the my memories, that’s just so great of me (the remembering part, I mean). Obviously, you were being told all that past episodes of your show by your beloved dad and mom, grandmas, grandpa, uncles, aunties, brothers, cousins, or even by people you never knew them before. So the story goes,,

I moved from one place to the other because of my father’s work, I had seen quite of many places, or that only counts as few (for people who had travelled around the world), whatever. I’m not staying in one place like forever of my life, that’s not how my life is written. I was glad born in a good family which made me like this today, writing blog, not that. Something bigger and higher achievements is my aim. My first school, kindergarten in some places, I didn’t remember all of the name of the KGs, but the last one was in Indonesian School of Tokyo (SRIT). If I’m not wrong, KG had given me some good memories, meet friends, the mean one, the kind one and the love one. Ha! not a love one either, on that age I was just a little girl knowing nothing, that boy pecked me on my cheek. This is not a big thing, which means I had fans since I was in KG (as if!). This story was being told by my parent, by their own eyes, they saw that… I don’t know what to called that. Doesn’t matter to me, beautiful life of kindergarten.

Elementary School, cool! new friends, new uniforms, new knowledge (as if I cared about knowledge at that time). First grade, second grade, I never doubt of my ability and inteligency, until I moved to Indonesia. New school? I changed a lot (my parent told, again), from my school report book, it was categorized as “enough” means not so bad, but not so good either.The name of the school is SDN Kartika X Bandung, similar with my name, because it was an army’s school, it was named liked that. I met friends, but I couldn’t remember all of the memories. When I was going to 3rd grade I moved to Palangkaraya, Central Kalimantan. My school was SDN Langkai 6, meet new friends. This is the best experience ever, I was on the other island, when I used to live in Java, I met different kind of people too. But, unfortunately I forgot the language, that’s very unfortunate because if I knew it very well, I could speak to people in many different kind of languages and that must be very fun. Anyway, I lived there for only 2 years, and of course, I had to leave that lovely city, to a city I live right now. My home sweet home, Bekasi. Actually, this city apparently being my family’s settled house. So, the next school is SDN Jatiasih IV.

Frankly, I get short of used to this kind of moving things, which gave me some real benefits, then. I became easily getting new friends, I knew quite many of people characters, that help me a lot in making friends, and they liked me too (hopefully). So, I was doing good on academics at that time, yeah, teachers and friends really saw me that way, you know the way smart student being treated, hahahaha, that was the best, because not every time I was being appreciated like that. I know, I never got the first place, but the second rank was really fine to me. The place of second always be with me until I admitted to the Junior High School. SLTPN 9 Bekasi, not so much I made memories there, because I had to move to another place. Quite faraway from the last one, you wouldn’t believe it, maybe, so do I. New Delhi, India, yeah!, abroad, I was really happy at that time.

New style of story, this one was a real extreme than the other places I ever lived before. The people, the climates and the food. Oh God! Indian food is placed in 4th place of my favorite food after Indonesian, Italian, and Japanese. Get back now, but really I loved the Indian food, especially paratha and tandoori chicken. I had tried the food in one of the restaurant in Jakarta, but the taste was faraway from what I had expected. Anyway, other thing I like was the climate, there were these four seasons, spring, summer, autumn and winter, in which each one of the season has it own festivals. I love every festivals held in India. My school was Bluebells International School. I met not only Indian friends but also from other countries, and that was another exciting experience (meeting friends from other country, I mean). So that was it, I spend the two years of my life in this beautiful country. When I was going to Xth grade, I moved.

Like what I had said before, everything we were doing right now or what we are going to do has been written on our palm, we couldn’t deny it, unless you can change it, by effort, I mean. But, I don’t know how to that! So, my lovely high school was Taruna Nusantara High School (TN), Magelang. I was XVIIth batch. Nothing better than high school right now. We shared everything together between us like no secret, maybe there were secrets, but it ended up to public secret, you know, it meant to be secret but all the people had known it, and that doesn’t matter at all. We shared tears and laughs. A boarding school, never had on my mind to ever study in that kind of school. Three years I spend the beautiful lives in TN, I was both glad and sad that in the end I had to leave the lovely school. Happy to know that my burden as a high school student has over. Sad to know that I had to separate with the people I had been lived for 3 years. I couldn’t believe that I won’t see those faces of people, every time I opened my eyes, every breakfasts, lunches, and dinners, in the class and every time before I closed my eyes to face the other beautiful day, next day. The last moments in TN, examination result announcement, rehearsal of the graduation day, Prasetya Alumni, Passing Out, I kept on crying and let the tears run down on my cheeks. In my heart I kept the promise which I had vowed on the ceremony, “Janji Alumni”, always.

Move on, yeah, that is the right thing to do after a long period of time suffering from graduation euphoria, missing for a week, doing nothing until I tried to move on. I had accepted in the Institute of Technology Bandung (ITB), I took architecture engineering, my next life, my another way to reach my aims. Some people said that when you are already 17 years old, have the right to elect on the president election, have an identity card, means you are growing up, adult, and have many responsibilities to do. Hard, yes, it’s true, but whatever, as long as I could survive and being blessed by God, every problems doesn’t matter to me. Now, I had to work hard to reach my aims, succesful in my life and my afterlife, make my parents happy. Nothing better than that. I would never stop praying to God, Ida Sang Hyang Widi, thanking for everything I had until today and hope being blessed every each time in my life.

So, that was all about me. Not so much, as I said before, but hopefully it could give benefits and new experience for you whoever is reading my blog right now. Thank you for reading until the end. I will write more stories and experiences on my blogs, and very glad if you would love to keep in touch. Sorry for the mistakes in English I made . After all English wasn’t my mother language.

Oka Kartikasari

29th July 2009

@ Grows.Net, Bekasi