In the meantime, I have been tagged by Ecky and Therry about The Age That I Wish To Go Back To.
Usual rules apply…
# Write about the one age that you wish to go back to and why?
# Tag 5 bloggers
# List 5 bloggers you want to tag and link their blogs
# Let the blogger you want to tag know they been tagged by comment in their blog or etc.
Well, this is a tough question. Everything that I've gone through my life so far had highs and lows, some that I don't want to remember at all. But for the sake of the tag, lets review part of age I wish to go back to.
I wish I could go back to my high school years in Yogyakarta. Even though I stayed far away from my parents (home town was in Bandar Lampung, Sumatra) I was so confident of myself, I had big dreams and optimistic with my future. I was a member of the school marching band, I was carefree, I loved the school trips to the Borobudur, Prambanan and many other temples surround the area and wrote my trip reviews after that. My favorite pastime was to visit the Sultan palace in Yogya, watching the local artists making batik, clay pottery, wood carving. Maybe that’s what started me on crafts addict? I also missed the dormitory life with different people from different walks of life and different characters. Believe or not, dormitory life is an extremely happy thing. You made new friends, experience independence, difficulties and enjoyed the fun being a teenager even though we had had so many rules and restrictions to follow. Life was good, my only concern then was to stay in top three in my class!
But this happiness was short lived. When my dad was seriously ill, I decided not to continue my education to the university but joined my oldest sister to work in a remote area where you had to fetch the water from the well each time you wanted to take a bath. My first job was as a junior secretary at a French join venture hydro-electric power project. Gone are the days where I could run around under the rains without a second glance, and I didn't socialize much either given the location of my workplace. But I don't feel sorry for myself. I know I'm not the only one. It happens to millions of other people and you just have to cope with it. Hardship has been a companion of mine for years and I guess these made me a stronger person. So that's it...I’m telling you boring things about myself, LOL!
notes : instead of passing this meme on, please feel free to tag yourself and let me know where to find your answers, thank you.