Day 5: My role model

One word.
MY MOM.

She was my role model. Ever.
I found that she is the strongest woman in the whole world and I truly adore her.

No words can explain how great she is and how I want to as strong, as skillful, as patient and as great as she is. :)

Day 4: My first.

Wow, this is going to be a real long post, I warn you before.

My real first kid love is my primary school class mate, PWS (real name is hidden to protect his privacy), since I was in love with him for about 5 years. We were super childish back then, liked each other but did not have the courage to even talk. :)

And for those who know me, you obviously know this guy.
MACP.
My first boyfriend.

well, I kinda don't care if he HAPPENS to see this.

We knew each other when we were in first grade of junior high school, 9 years ago. I was almost late on my first day of junior high and after being scolded by the principal for not knowing the location of my class, I accidentally tripped on my feet in front of him. And I was like wanting to punch him on the face when he was laughing at me with his haha-another-clumsy-stupid-girl grin face.

But who expected I could not erase his face from my head since then?

We became close friends because of the seating arrangement. I sat in front of him. I didn't know what led us, but he and I became partners-in-crime, brother-and-sister, gossip-mates or whatever-you-name-it-relationship. He called me everyday and I became one of his close friends instantly. Of course, people thought we were an item because when there was me, there would be him next to me and vice versa.

I hated to say this, but my feeling was getting stronger each day to him. Yet, he still didn't realize it. He was kind of a guy who liked girls easily and well, I guess that was my bad luck, he told me about every girls he chased. I was crankily irritated every time he complimented a girl, and even when he asked me to introduce him to one of my girl friends. I was like, what-the-hell, did you see me?!

Not only from the girls that he chased and the girls who chased him, there was another obstacle, which was his ex. His ex was kinda type of elegant and calm girl, which was definitely the opposite of me. And there was this special girl who was not only smart, beautiful, elegant and also ladylike, but also liked him too.
Was that too pathetic for me?

He sought for me every day, but it seemed like I was invisible in front of him.

End of March, I was too tired fixing my heart every time he unconsciously broke it. I decided to keep a distance with him. And the turning point was when after study tour, I was close to somebody else.

Again, who expected he suddenly realized that it was ME that he liked all this time?

In short, after a long confession between me and him, we finally were an item on 21 April 2003 and to be honest, I had a 6-wonderful-years-relationship with him, with its ups and downs. Well, mostly ups. :)

He was the one I was looking for. He had all the characters of man I wanted to grow old with.
He was the one I could tell everything to. He was the only guy I trusted. He was my everything. And he was practically my life.

One of the things that bound us together was our imagination.
I always smile every time I remember how we imagined our life in the future. We prepared names for our children - Anyelir and Adrian (I probably will still use these names for my future children =P), we imaginably designed our future house and how we spent every morning with our children.

I could arrogantly say that many people envied us and our relationship.
Our good friends even delegated themselves for helping us in our wedding day. lol.

I've talked too much, I know.
So, in short, finally, after spending 6 years together, we graduated from high school, which means, we welcomed to ourselves to long-distance-relationship gank. I enrolled to college in Malaysia and he went to Australia. We fully understood that this was going to be difficult. But we did believe in true love and distance was just there to strengthen the relationship.
But, we were wrong. Completely wrong.

The first semester went, well, not that well, but it could still be considered fine. We went through such a difficult time adjusting the condition, from meeting-face-to-face-everyday to chatting-via-msn. At that time, I had not had built-in camera in my laptop and my internet connection was face-scratchingly slow, and plus, no bbm/whatsapp. But we made it through the first semester.

But then, the condition was getting worst on the second semester. I was busy with my assignments and new friends, and so was he. Our relationship became colder and colder. And without I knew, he was close to someone initialed S and here, in Malaysia, I became closer to somebody else.
And there you went, without realizing it, in one click, he slipped away from my life.

25 July 2009, he broke up with me.
I felt like my whole world was falling apart. I could not breath. I could not live.
There was tons of stones stuck into my heart. What I could do was crying, hoping that the burdens were carried away with the tears. But it failed. Every time I tried to breath, the burdens were just doubled and doubled.

I was crying everywhere. In my room, in the lecture hall, in front of vincci, in the bus station. Practically everywhere. I could not stand the pain he caused. I'd prefer having my bones broken than my heart broken.

My good friends here were so afraid I would commit suicide, so they stayed 24/7 by my side. They never left me alone. So, in this post, I would like to thank Angela Natalia, Margaret Churchill and Sylvia Lautan, for always being by my side when my world seemed like falling apart. :)

And if you asked how I am doing with this guy, I would say, "I don't know".
After our break up, couple months later, he deleted and blocked my from facebook, msn and skype. I sent him two emails, wishing him happy birthday, but he never replied. I once tried to call his cellphone, but he didn't answer. So, yeah. I don't know where on earth he is now.

Three years has passed and he still occupies a little corner of my heart.
I don't have any feeling to him now, but somehow, my unconscious mind still loves him, just like it did 9 years ago.

If you happens to read this blog, which I'm pretty sure you won't give a damn to even stalk me in the first place, I hope you are now open to have a friendship with me. :)

Day 3: What makes me happy

So, it is already the third day of #30 Days Blog Challenge. If you miss this, you can read my post here.

What makes me happy.

Well, honestly I am a person who is easily pleased.
One thing I find myself a little bit weird is consistency makes me happy. Even if the situation is not going well.
As long as it is consistent, I'll be pleased.
But, that's from a deep perception.

Let's talk about from common perception.
What makes me happy:
Watching movies with my friends in markas.
Cooking with my friends.
Traveling with my friends.
Simply, everything that has something to do with my friends.
Eating chocolate ice cream while gossiping with my mom late at night.
Japanese food.
Good music.
Playing trombone and performing in orchestra.
Durian!
Rain (but I obviously don't like to get wet)
Creambath
My mom's cooking!
The smell of dry cleaned bed sheet
Sleeping with my brother
Fast internet
New episode of Grey's Anatomy
INDOMIE!
New videos of Wong Fu Production

I am going to update this list once I get the idea. :)

Gotta go!

Day 2: My sibling

Day 2 of #30 Days Blog Challenge.

I have two blogs in total, but as long as I remember, I haven't mentioned about my little brother much.
So, this is the right time to introduce you my super little brother, Reinhardt Avila.

He has a complete package of a great brother anybody can have. He protects me like my dad will do. He loves me like my boyfriend will do. He cheers me up like my friends will do. And yet, he is still my 'slave' because he is much younger than me. Lol.

I was almost six years old when he was born. Since I was three years old, I kept asking my parents to give me a little brother/sister. I still remember how I was imagining the way God gave me sibling. It was like a very bright light penetrated into my mom's tummy. That's my thought of having a younger sibling.
I was super naive back then =P

We almost never fight. Even if we fight, it will only last for around 1 hour. It is either me or him that will apologize first. We almost share everything, except underwear of course. But unluckily, he gets my second stuffs most of the time. Hahaha.

I still remember, when we were kids, we created such stupid games. Like, Jinny oh Jinny. In this game, we were sitting face to face and talking to the table between us. We imagined the table was a genie. We pretended asking for food or drink and voila! The food was 'imaginably' provided.
Another game, we were running around the house with pulling up our pants.

And when rain came and the lightning stroke, we were hiding under our thick blanket and imagining if there was earthquake and lighting striking. Well, it was fun!

He has now grown up as a young man. Independent, responsible, patient, caring, smart, religious, loving, stingy (=P) and fun.
But for me, he is still my little brother whom I need to protect. Every second.

I love you Onyek!

Day 1: Self introduction, with recent photo and 20 interesting facts

Yes. I have been waiting to write this up, even though I know most of you have already known these facts since I am quite predictable =P.

Self introduction.
Okay. My full name is Maria Eleonora Nadya Karina. I somehow fancy my name. It is simple and easy to remember, yet meaningful and beautiful.
Chinese Indonesian, but can't speak any Chinese languange.
Recently I am just graduated from Monash University as Bachelor of Food Science and Technology.
I am talkative (even sometimes I talk too much until people are annoyed), cheerful, friendly, deep thinker, forgetful, loyal, extrovert, good listener and sensitive.

I just had my hair chopped off this week. Kinda bored with long hair, but now I regret I had it chopped.
I look like member of F4 now, since my hair is not that easily styled. Blah. I just hope it grows faster than it usually does.

And here we go, 20 interesting facts about me:

1. I always chew my medicine pills or capsules before swallowing them. I know they are damn bitter, but I just can't swallow them directly.
2. I was born as a very small skinny baby, but now I grow up...chubby. 
3. I have never used contact lenses because my eyes are so highly sensitive.
4. Power Rangers are my heroes. I've always been dreaming of becoming ranger pink, until now.
5. I can sing a song without knowing the whole part, only by listening to the first few second of the song. But strangely, this can only work well for Church's songs.
6. When I was still a fetus, my mom was told by a priest that I was a boy because this priest foresaw me as a mischievous little kid. And he was partly correct, I was born as a girl, but I was as mischievous as any other little boys.
7. My mom was almost having baby (which was me) in the car, on the way to the hospital.
8. Believe it or not, my life is briefly repeated every three years.
9. I had my head and chin sutured 3 times, my elbow fractured and my face scarily scratched and ripped all within 2 years.
10. Every time I wake up, I rub my face repeatedly and this habit is contagiously copied by my brother.
11. I am a cry-baby. I easily cry over simple matters, like birthday surprise from my friends.
12. I name almost all of my gadgets.
13. I love writing. I have been writing stories and novels since I was in 4th grade of primary school, but I never finish any.
14. When I like a guy, I tend to be less talkative.
15. I believe that by listening to the songs that remind you of something bad over and over again, your broken heart can be healed, slightly.
16. I can be categorized as Banana, meaning I am Chinese but English educated and I barely follow Chinese tradition.
17. I slept during watching Fast and Furious and Avatar.
18. When I am tipsy, I tend to be silent. But when I am drunk, I will screw anything nearby and laugh for no reason.
19. I can't take a nap around Maghrib time, because my mood will be just dropped. I haven't discovered why.
20. I snore and sometimes talk in my sleep.

FIUH.

I spent almost 4 hours finding these facts. 

Does that mean I don't know myself that well or aren't I interesting?

Gotta go, and see you tomorrow with day 2 blog challenge! :)

30 Days Blog Challenge

It is time to make up with my dear forgotten blog.

I randomly viewed some blogs on the internet and I was interested doing this 30 Days Blog Challege, posted by Vivie (find her blog here).

What is 30 Days Blog Challenge?
It is just a small project for amateur bloggers so that they (well, we) can post our writings on regular basis, if you follow this challenge. Basically, I need to share 30 different 'stories', based on the challenge.
And here we go!
Day 1: Self-introduction, with recent picture and 20 interesting facts.
Day 2: Your sibling(s).
Day 3: What makes you happy.
Day 4: Your first love and your story.
Day 5: Your role model.
Day 6: List down close friends in Malaysia and short words about them.
Day 7: Favorite movies and TV shows.
Day 8: Things you don't leave the house without.
Day 9: Place(s) you have ever been to and where else you want to travel.
Day 10: Your dream wedding and future children's names
Day 11: Your opinion about your body and how comfortable and uncomfortable you are with it.
Day 12: Your ideal husband (but don't get too dreamy!)
Day 13: Things you are afraid of.
Day 14: Post a photo of you at the moment (don't try to tidy yourself up!)
Day 15: A picture of you last year - how much have you changed?
Day 16: Unforgettable moments.
Day 17: Guilty pleasure.
Day 18: Favorite music.
Day 19: Five strengths and weaknesses each.
Day 20: Biggest disappointment.
Day 21: Hidden talents.
Day 22: Put your iPod on shuffle, first 10 songs.
Day 23: Favorite food.
Day 24: What stresses you out?
Day 25: What are you thinking right now?
Day 26: Songs that have hidden stories behind.
Day 27: Nicknames.
Day 28: Something you wonder "What if...?" about.
Day 29: What do you see in yourself in the next 10 years?
Day 30: A picture of yourself this day and 5 good things that happened since you started the challenge.

Hosh hosh.
It took quite a long time to set this challenge up. I even needed to ask Christofel's help because I am stuck at this. =P

And here we go, Nadya's 30 Days Blog Challenge!