Story of Life

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This story started from where I was born, Sampit, Center Kalimantan. I just remember a little about my childhood—my village, my house, my family there, my friend—that now is forgotten. I don’t mean to forget, but it’s really lost. Let me remember.
The reason why I moved to Blitar, actually, is because of Sampit War. Whoooooosssssshh! I was scared of this. I told you, I forgot it. I just remember when I with my family hid in grandparent’s house. All was dark, no works-lighting there. Alright, I don’t want to tell this one because it’s like trauma experience. He-he.
In 2000, I moved to Blitar, my father’s hometown. What makes me wondered is its language. Everyone talked in Java language, and I didn’t understand their meaning. FYI, my native language is actually Sunda because my mom’s family was from Cianjur. Well, I have a funny story when I was 5 years. I moved, my school also changed, right? And, my old school and my new school were different. You know what; I forgot to use shoes, so that’s why I said they’re different. It’s because of, of course, appearance. Beside that, my old school never required to use shoes. Yeah, my hometown is in hinterland. He-he. I just told about my kindergarten, eh. That’s my first story in Blitar that I’ve never forgot.
After we’ve been living there for about a year, I can speak a little Java. I proper to speak ngoko—impolite language—instead of kromo—polite language, but honestly, I was still learning kromo.
In 2001, I attended in MI Miftahul Falah in my village. It was not favourite school, but I was really proud to be a student, I mean an alumnus there. All my Islamic knowledge was obtained there and so were friendship, simplicity, clannish, and affection. Talking about religion knowledge, I’ve been attending religious school—it’s called with Diniyah, studying Al-Qur’an and about Islam—for about 11 years, until I graduated from Senior High School.
In 2006, I started attending school in Islamic Junior High School 1 Blitar—that’s well-known as Madsaneba. For sure, I have nothing to tell. No experience, no impressing, and nothing! Yeah, I was contented to be one of family there; I love my teachers, I love all the things there, but... okay, forget it.
In 2010, Senior High School 3 Blitar was in my choice. I studied and got a lot of new experience there. You know why, it is a general school. I have been in Islamic school, but now I felt studying in general school. It’s like new experience for me. That’s a real life! I’d like to tell about my friendship. Hida, Eva, and Seli are my best friends. We did something together if we needed, smiled together, cried together, and of course struggled for life. All was changed when we graduated from school, and we ourselves were busy to get a college for future. Guess what, I was lucky to have them. They made me strong, and there were always them. I will miss you, best friends. Wherever you are now, whatever your college is now, prove to world that we can. I love you.

Now, I am a student of English Education Department in Muhammadiyah University of Yogyakarta. For my lecture story is going to be told in “Story of Lecture” page. That’s all. Keep reading! :)

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This story started from where I was born, Sampit, Center Kalimantan. I just remember a little about my childhood—my village, my house, my family there, my friend—that now is forgotten. I don’t mean to forget, but it’s really lost. Let me remember.
The reason why I moved to Blitar, actually, is because of Sampit War. Whoooooosssssshh! I was scared of this. I told you, I forgot it. I just remember when I with my family hid in grandparent’s house. All was dark, no works-lighting there. Alright, I don’t want to tell this one because it’s like trauma experience. He-he.
In 2000, I moved to Blitar, my father’s hometown. What makes me wondered is its language. Everyone talked in Java language, and I didn’t understand their meaning. FYI, my native language is actually Sunda because my mom’s family was from Cianjur. Well, I have a funny story when I was 5 years. I moved, my school also changed, right? And, my old school and my new school were different. You know what; I forgot to use shoes, so that’s why I said they’re different. It’s because of, of course, appearance. Beside that, my old school never required to use shoes. Yeah, my hometown is in hinterland. He-he. I just told about my kindergarten, eh. That’s my first story in Blitar that I’ve never forgot.
After we’ve been living there for about a year, I can speak a little Java. I proper to speak ngoko—impolite language—instead of kromo—polite language, but honestly, I was still learning kromo.
In 2001, I attended in MI Miftahul Falah in my village. It was not favourite school, but I was really proud to be a student, I mean an alumnus there. All my Islamic knowledge was obtained there and so were friendship, simplicity, clannish, and affection. Talking about religion knowledge, I’ve been attending religious school—it’s called with Diniyah, studying Al-Qur’an and about Islam—for about 11 years, until I graduated from Senior High School.
In 2006, I started attending school in Islamic Junior High School 1 Blitar—that’s well-known as Madsaneba. For sure, I have nothing to tell. No experience, no impressing, and nothing! Yeah, I was contented to be one of family there; I love my teachers, I love all the things there, but... okay, forget it.
In 2010, Senior High School 3 Blitar was in my choice. I studied and got a lot of new experience there. You know why, it is a general school. I have been in Islamic school, but now I felt studying in general school. It’s like new experience for me. That’s a real life! I’d like to tell about my friendship. Hida, Eva, and Seli are my best friends. We did something together if we needed, smiled together, cried together, and of course struggled for life. All was changed when we graduated from school, and we ourselves were busy to get a college for future. Guess what, I was lucky to have them. They made me strong, and there were always them. I will miss you, best friends. Wherever you are now, whatever your college is now, prove to world that we can. I love you.

Now, I am a student of English Education Department in Muhammadiyah University of Yogyakarta. For my lecture story is going to be told in “Story of Lecture” page. That’s all. Keep reading! :)