This is
my second blog that I have made. The first one was full of assignments
for Teaching Material Development course when I was on college and this
one is for my space... my room. I tell you what, I spend five years for
English Education Program in Semarang State University (iyeeeeeeeee) but
now I am working as an admin in a "lembaga kursus dan pelatihan" (dont
know the term) in my hometown. I've been thinking of what the kind of
relationship between English teacher and admin. A day... A week... A
month... and I know, they have to be pretty and smart. That is why i
took this job.
Dear
readers, guess what! who is happy with my now condition? (you are
answering, aren't you?) yup.... She is my mom. Finally her lovely honey
daughter stays in her side forever (tadaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!* act like
Belt in The Croods) You have to watch that movie. *sparkling eyes
It is
difficult, to youngest child in the family, to stay away from the mom's
hug for a long time. Especially the youngest one is a daughter. It
called "tradition". The youngest daughter in the family will take a
responsibility to take care of the parents by stays in their side in the
main house. The main house means the parents' home. The home when the
children was born and grown till today. When the eldest child get
marriage, they will have a new home and life separately from the
parents. It will happen to all of the children except for the youngest.
It was decided by no name since a long time ago in the old Javanes'
tradition.
My parents is pure Javanese. They have a deep deep deep Javanese blood. My father works as "pranatacara"
or wedding master of ceremony and my mother work as a Javanese Teacher
in Elementary School. My elder sister and brother don't really have that
bloody blood, my sister interests in Economics and my brother interests
in Mechanics, but I do. I like traditional dancing. I enjoy playing "ketoprak" or javanes theatre. I have it in my blood. wooooooooooooow... is that sound good?
I have many activities in my life. This small blog will be a big world of me, a big space to my idea, a big roll tissue to my tears, a big and large wall to my madness, a big pillow to my tiredness, and a big room to you all.
I promise, this afternoon I will have something to talk to you. Follow me
