My Name.

As much as I like my name – scratch that. I mean, as much as I love my name, I just don’t think it fits with who I really am. Religious? No. Heavenly? No. Lovely? Ha, please. Morning person? Don’t get me started. Given by Jesus Christ? …Well, of course but I can tell you that my name is pretty long. And when I say pretty long, I mean…really long.

A first name that basically means ‘angel’, followed by a middle name meaning ‘dawn’ and a last name that means ‘given by Jesus Christ’ is just for me. See what I mean? Now, ‘angel’? I think it’s just because my father wanted me to preserve those youngsters from harm. ‘Dawn’, my middle name is the part that mystifies me. I have to live with it for the rest of my life because I was born at 8 in the morning, and I was meant to be a morning person but well clearly, that epically failed. I just don’t like when people wake me up; especially when I have been taken with fine dream about like; dinosaurs or vampires. ‘Given by Jesus Christ’, now that’s the name that makes me feel pretty special. I actually have something to remind me that Jesus is always with me and he lives with me as I live with him. I cannot believe I just said that. Anyways, the funny thing about my family is that we don’t actually have a family name. We do have last names, just not family names or surnames, whatever you want to call it.

Like I said, and trust me when I say this, my name doesn’t really suit with who I really am inside. Obsessed with music, music freak, music, music, music? You can say so. Since that’s what my mother remembers of when she says my name. It’s pretty true though, if you look at it in her point of view; every time she’s home, music (techno, alternative, pop-punk, rock, rnb, rap, electric) is blasting loudly from my bedroom and because of that, I can’t hear her if she shouts out my name from downstairs – oh, and my computer is barely turned off, and whenever it’s not turned off, iTunes is always the screen page. It’s only muted and I always close the laptop so that my mother would think it’s turned off, but it’s actually not. Don’t tell her though; this dirty little secret of mine is just between you and me. My sister said I annoy her. Well, who doesn’t annoy their closest sibling? But I do, honestly, annoy her. Daily, every second of her life. Doesn’t make me much of angel now, does it? Although, let me tell you another fact; I annoy her because I love her deep, deep down inside. Sometimes. My other sister, the one who’s in Indonesia with her husband, daughter and son, said that I’m like a box of various colors of crayons. Each crayon resembles my different personality and emotions and moods. And every crayon taken out, would always be placed back in the box because every time, let’s say if I’m sad, I would for sure be happy in the same 24 hours. I couldn’t agree less though. I mean, I find everything exciting and colorful, and that's exactly how I see life. That everything has to be varied.

I’m not saying that I dislike my name or anything. Did I mention that people like my sister’s friends who I barely know or see, compliment me about it which makes me feel pretty cool and special. Though, it bothers me sometimes. The fact that people mix it up in different order because it’s too long and, I’ll say this myself, way too scrupulous. No wonder my sister said I’ll be really religious when I grow up. I don’t really think so, though. Not yet, at least.

Ever had the thought of changing your name? I have. I always wanted something more casual or funky and have a little bit of a ring to it. Angela Aurora Donakhristi? I mean seriously. Why didn’t a name like Kayla or Wanda Doff or Flo Tinaway get the chance to pop in my parent’s head? Well, this is life. It’s already hard, why make it harder right? I should name my first daughter Theresa. Then she’ll become a really, really, devout woman that she’ll be Mother Theresa II (The Second). Ha, like that would ever happen.