Hello! I force myself to write in English more frequently, in order to practice my writing. It is not impossible if someday I will be a good novelist, isn’t it? Haha
Ok, I will start to write about myself and the good childhood memories within it.
Kristyarin Dwi Anggritya. The name was given by my parents. “Kris” means that I am a Christian, “Dwi” means I am the second child, “Anggritya” means a gift from God or sometimes my father said it refers to “Anggrek” (Orchid). But it was funny that my parents could not explain what the meaning of “Arin” was. The only reason why my mother really want that name is because it is such a beautiful name. Just that.
I was born in Bandung. My mother gave birth to me in my grandmother’s house (my grandmother was a mid wife). I lived in Cianjur until I was four, because my father worked there. I think I had a very nice childhood. I have a glimpse of memories where I played with my friend at the outside of my house. I remember that I picked some flowers or sweet berries (we have a wide yard). Or sometimes I took some dry tea leaves from my father’s factory, borrowed a small weight scale and acted like I cooked something with that. My mother always said that I often brought some kitchen equipment to the center of my house, then I talked to myself while I pretended as a chef. It is ridiculous because I do not like cooking at all now.
After that, me and my family went back to Bandung and then started my kindergarten school at TK Mawar. I recall my memories to the place. It has a very nice wide playground school, but the class room is very poor. Opposite with kidergarten kids today, I hardly ever studied in my school. Most of my time was spent for playing or making some creative handmade, but my mother always taught me how to read in my home thoroughly. I very enjoyed to play a swing at that time, I could make myself very high and laugh. I won a fashion contest at Kartini’s day (I seemed more feminine when I was child) and I got the model-student award (even I often took days off from my school, I do not why I get that reward). Then I began to study at elementary school in Rehoboth Christian School (near Alun-Alun Bandung). I always remember the very impressive-teacher, Miss Martha. I remember that she was a beautiful, smart, attractive and fashionable teacher. I always felt comfort with her. She always could make an interesting way while she retell us a story, especially the bible-story. Besides that, she always gaves us an cute sticker or stamp on our book when we had a good hand-writing. But sometimes she could be in a rage too when we are disobedient. I always got a good mark at the time, except in Math and Sport (my weakness until now actually). But unfortunately, My family and I had to move to Bogor at my 2nd grade. I was very sad at that time, because I believed that I would never met a teacher as nice as Miss Martha. And It was true. I never met even one. I hope you well Miss Martha, whenever you are.
Then I had to adapt in my new school, Mardi Waluya Bogor. A bit shocked, because it was different with Rehoboth. I found myself in old-building school, very Catholic culture (Several of my teacer is a nun and I make a cross-sign before I pray) and less discipline than my school before. But It just took a walk about 10 minutes from my house. I like the very wide school-yard with the blue sky and the school-library. So many interesting old books in that library. I frequently borrowed a book like goosebumb, detective stories, toody’s serial, mini novel, update-manga comic, etc…oh I love reading. It was not surprising If I often renewed my library card. When I was crazy in love with Michael Jackson (while most of my peer adore at F4), I found many dusty article at the corner of library and I collect the article as many as I could. Now I recognise Mardi Waluya as one of romantic place that I ever met in my life. So vintage. It was not an hardship for me to get good rank until I graduated, I believe it because most of the teachers were qualified and I sucessfully adapt with the environtment. I have good memories with my elementary school friend and I still keep in touch with them trough social media. I was graduated from Mardi Waluya at 2003, then I went back to Bandung again. Since that, I live my life in this city until now.
How I love Bandung and I always love this city until forever. Nothing compares to the comfortable of Bandung, I guaratee it. But I know, I cannot keep on live here. I have to find something new in another city, or another place, or another country to refresh my inspiration. I have to find another paradise, then I will write it into a novel or short story. I have a dream to make a documenter-film about my travel, particularly in Indonesia. I hope my English-ability can bring me to everywhere someday. And I hope in my future, I can make my hobby as my job.
See you in the future!