Don't Worry??

Mommies worry..
That’s what we do best!!..lol..

We worry about everything, everytime, everywhere..
Some of us, shows it more often..
And the others, try not to show it as much..
Actually, I’m being forced to be the not to show it as much type..
You know..boys!!..Well, my boys.. with their pride as BOYS!!

We worry ever since they’re still in our womb..
Until forever..no limit..
*Hmm.. that explains all the wrinkles and grey hairs I’ve got..
And to think my kids are 10, 7, and 4s..
But yet..I’ve been worried for them all their life*

When I hadn’t got any children of my own..
It’s annoying, sometimes, when my mom worried..
But, ever since I’ve got my first child..
And she still does worries about us..
My sympathy especially goes for my mom..love you mom!!
and for all the mommies everywhere..


When I was pregnant..
Each and every 3 times of them..lol!
I try hard not to worry..
As the elderly says..that’s not good for the baby..
But, most of the time, I just can’t help it..
Even simple, small, ridiculous stuffs make me worry..
Most of them, are usually caused by my own thought..
“Oh..it’s so heavy..I wish, this will go away now..”
“Ah..how I wish I could sleep with my back up..”
“I didn’t plan this pregnancy..and now I’m pregnant with twins..”
And hundreds others complains..
But every time I was thinking those thought..
Astaghfirrullahalaziim…
Sorry baby, I love you baby..didn’t mean to think that..
And then, usually I call my obgyn or go directly there..
Lol..just to make sure they’re OK
And before I could reach my obgyn..
I’d go back and forth to the toilet..
Checking for any bleeding or anything..
Due to what I had just thought..
And pray..Sorry God!!..
The guilty feeling is indescribable..
The regret is overwhelming..

When they’re still reddish newborn babies..
Those were also nerve-wrecking moments..
If they sleep for a short period of time..
I worry..is he Ok
If they sleep for a longer period of time..
I also worry..isn’t he supposed to wake up now..
Is he warm enough..Is he freezing..
Did he drink enough..did he drink too much
Oh no, he can’t burp..
And hundreds and millions more nerve-wrecking moments..

When they’re going through all their first-time moments..
Their first step..
*Isn’t he supposed to walk by now..
Maybe there’s something wrong with his feet*
Their first word..
*Isn’t he old enough to say understandable words..
Maybe there’s something wrong with his tongue? *
Their first trip to the doctors..
*What if, he catch a disease from other patient..*
Their first trip to the mall..
*What if, he catch a disease from other people at the mall..*

Up until..
Their first day at kindergarten..
Their first day at playgroup..
Their first day at 1st grade..
Their first day at 2nd grade..
…..
Hahahahaha..
Practically it’s every year for every 4 children..
Is it ok to leave them..
What if they need me..
What if they left something home..
Are they going to be ok in their new school, new class, new teachers, new friends..
Endless..

When it comes to school, actually, it’s daily routine worries..
Are they going to eat their meal..
Can they do their exam..
Will they get in trouble with their friends..
Is the teacher going to be upset with them..
Are they going to be ok on the field trip..
Is the field trip bus safe..
Countless..

But to top all the worries I’ve been through, are..
When they’re sick…
We worry that much when they’re healthy..
Just imagine, how worry we are when they’re sick..
From a simple fall cut..
Bleeding head..
Bleeding nose..
Rash..
To
Fevers..
Bad flues..coughs
Diarrhea..
Light typhoid..
Oh My God..just thinking back to when I was worried at those moments..overwhelms me..

And..the greatest things that Mommies do are..
Always being strong..
Always being there for our kids..
Loving them..Unconditionally..

Love you boys..

Can You Spot The Differences..

The first thing, that people ask when they know that you have twins is..
What are their differences?

For me,
they're both very different..
Physically, their attitude, their character, their behavior,..
everything..
They're two very different persons..
They just happened to share the same exact birthday and womb..hahaha..

OK,
These are what people say..
Raihan's, my second son, version:
Tama's the cool one, Dika's the funny one
*yea right rai..very informative!!..hihihi*

My mom's version:
Dika's the one with the nose facing the audience..
*neneeeek...what does that supposed to mean..*

Dika's version:
I'm the one with the chicken pox scar under my left eye..
*very small one di...and it will go away...*

Tama's version:
I'm the one without any front teeth..
*you'll get new teeth eventually tam...*

My version:
Dika's the round-faced one
Tama's the oval-faced one..
*round..oval..what's the difference..huahahaha*

So,
can you tell,
Which one's Who?

The Twins' Stories..again!!

As a parent of 4..
I'm still amaze, how children pick things up very fast..
Everywhere..
School, teachers, parents, friends,..
and the wonder of them all..TV!!

I thought I'll be already getting used to it
when it comes to the twins..
as my last kids..
Well..nope..still amazes me..

My twins went to a bilingual Kindergarten
One day, when they were around 3..
I was checking on their ability to count..
I pointed to a picture of 5 monkeys..
And I asked them
"How many monkeys are there?"
And I counted out loud..
"Satu..Dua..Tiga..Empat..Lima"
"So..how many..?"
They looked puzzled, so I helped them by saying "Li.."
and was hoping they'll say "..ma"
But they didn't..

So, I thought..
Hmm..maybe that were too many..
Probably, I should start with a smaller number..
3..
I did the same process again..
Still they looked confused..

O..o.. I thought..
This is bad..
Aren't they supposed to learn this at school..
So, I was using this poster of numbers with animals representing them..
Still thinking..hmm, where should I start?..

And suddenly,
The next minute..
Almost together, they said..
"Ooo..this is Tiga..
I thought it was Three.."
Explaining among them,
"And this one is Lima..not Five"
Hehehe..silly me!!

The twins, like most kids their age..
love commercial..
They'll recite the things in the commercials..
again..and again..
There was this shampoo commercial, with a celebrity introducing them self
They loved this one..
"My name si Nicole.."
I corrected them and said "My name is Nicole"
Expertly they said..
"Aaah..Ibu salaah.."
"Ibu ga tau siiih..Itu bahasa Inggris!!"
Hihihi..thanks for the information kids..

Every night,
The twins always choose a book for me to read it to them
for their bedtime story..
One night,
When they were choosing a book..
One of them said, holding up a book..
"Buu..yang ini ya?"
But in a hurry, they added..
"Tapi bahasa Inggris lho bu..Ibu bisa gaa?"
Hahaha..I'll try my best kids!!

My Boys Opinions on Malin Kundang

OK..
I bet all of you know the classic story of Malin Kundang, right?
Especially.. all the mommies
Definitely.. all the padangnese mommies
...hahahaha..
It's a sure weapon
against children who doesn't listen to their mommies...hahaha..
at least..at first I thought it was..

This is the story..
Well, this is how I tell the story to my kids..
So, once upon a time..
Somewhere in a small village in West Sumatra..
Lived this boy named Malin Kundang
He lived with his dear mom..
They were very poor..
Although they don't live in luxury,
They had always have each other..
They loved each other very much..

One day,
Malin Kundang just can't stand it anymore..
He's tired of being poor..
He wanted to travel outside his village..
To see the world..
To be prosperous and rich..
Anything, out of his miserable poor life

So, he told his plan to his mom..
and ask for his mom's blessing..
His mom gave her blessings..
and pray that Malin
will find whatever he wanted
will always be safe on his journey
and will return back as a rich, prosperous man

So off Malin go..
Days, months, years gone by..
Malin's mom is getting older, tired, and often gets sick..
But her prayer still goes on and on..

Until one day,
Came a very big and luxurious ship
to that small, poor village
All the villagers huddled around the dock..
And to their surprise..
When the captain showed in front of them..
Standing high, young and handsome..
It was Malin Kundang..
the long lost boy who went for a long journey years and years ago..

Some of them, immediately ran to Malin's Mom's house..
Told the story in amazement to her..
and brought her to see it by herself..

When, finally she saw her son..
Her eyes were filled with happy tears..
Thank You, dear God !!
God has answered all her prayers..
And with all the strength in her that's left..
She ran towards him and hug her son..

But to her surprise,
Malin got really angry and shoved her away..
"How dare you, touch me with your dirty hand, old woman!"
Crying emotionally, she replied
"I'm your mom..don't you remember me?"
Malin looked away from her and say in disgust..
"I'm rich and handsome, you dirty, poor, old woman...
YOU ARE NOT MY MOM!!"
Between her tears, his Mom tried to convince Malin, again and again..
But Malin didn't want to listen..
He headed back to his ship
leaving her poor mom, begging on the ground
and sailed away..

She stood up, strugglingly
And said a prayer..
"Dear God, My own Son just did the biggest sin..
He rejected me as his mom,
insulted me,
and turned against me..
May he turn into STONE!!"

Suddenly, the winds start blowing harder..
a big storm was coming..
Malin's ship was in trouble..
Malin couldn't control it any longer..
and it crashed back right on the beach of his village..
and Malin was turned into STONE!!..
The End

Imagine telling that dramatic story..
With all the right intonation..
At night..
Before they go to bed..
Lights off..
Hahahahaha..

I told that story to My Oldest Son, Rizqi when he was 2
When he went to Air Manis Beach, the location of the so called Malin Kundang stone..
His immediate reaction was..
"His mom is not nice!! BAD MOM!!..turning her own son into stone!! She'll definitely go to hell!"

Hahahaha.., that wasn't the reaction I expected..
So, My Husband tried to tell it to my second son, Raihan..when he was about 4 years old..
My reason was..
maybe when I told Rizqi, he was too young..
maybe I didn't tell it the right way..
Raihan's reaction was..
First he froze, and mumbled "Poor Malin Kundang...Why did his mom do that?"

Hahahaha...wrong reaction again..
So, to this point..we realized that the story's not working..
They didn't get the moral of the story..at all!!

But, we just wanted to know the twins', Tama's and Dika's reaction..
It was just a couple of nights ago..
My Husband was in turn to put them to bed..
Their reaction were..
Running out of their room in horror..and scream
"Buuu, I want to sleep with you!!...Ayah is telling a scary story!!"
Hahahahaha...

Raihan's English

I started writing about my kids..
simply because,
there are just too many moments that are just too precious to be left undocumented

These are some of my favorites of Raihan's

Nowadays, Raihan is enjoying his English course a lot..
I can tell just by
the way he gets excited when it's the day to go to his course..
or,
the way he comes one and a half earlier than he supposed to..
but mostly,
by the way he tells stories about his lessons, friends, and teachers..

One night,
after he went to his course in the afternoon..
*by the way, I know that his teacher's got this British accent..^_^*
"Bu, how do you ask if want to know about someone's name?"
Suspiciously I answered,
"What's your name?"

Enthusiastically, he said
"WRONG!!"
With a winning smile, he said,
"That's not how you say it.."
Hmmm?...
"It's: Whot's your name.."
He said with his best effort of a British accent..
"Not: What's your name..It's O not A!!"
Hihihihi...

and more came along the way..like
"Bu, bahasa Inggrisnya kaca emang mirrah bu?"..(read: mirror..with your British accent..)
and..
"Write your name on the top of the peipah.."..(again, use your British accent reading: paper)

The closure was..
After watching this TV program on a British kids channel,
he went looking after me..
"Buuu, come on and watch Cbeebies!"
I went to see it, and didn't get what he wanted..
Quizzically, I looked at him..
"My English teacher talks like them.."
he explained, pointing to the TV
Hahahaha..

Fasting Boys..

Alhamdulillah,
It's Ramadhan again..

Since I've got children..
It's been a different story
when it comes to Ramadhan..
It's been more colorful..

If you don't know yet..I've got 4 kids
Every time I'm pregnant and nursering
I don't fast..
yet, still I prepare for sahur and breaking time

When they were toddlers..
either they want to join sahur and breaking time
or they're cranky because of the lack of attention..

Since they're big enough to join fasting..
It's about what they want to eat..
It's about waking them up at sahur..
It's about controlling their emotion and patience..

But, InsyaAllah..
Everything that's a must for the kids..
At the first times, Introducing it, I'll try to show the fun part of it..
Like praying..
They love; the getting the wudhu part, the wearing the sarong part, and the doing it together part..
lol..
Alhamdulillah..

The same thing,
with fasting in Ramadhan..

All 4 boys, since they were around 3 years old,
really enjoy the fact that they can wake up in the middle of the night for sahur..

And breaking the fast at Maghrib is a fest for them..
From picking and giving ideas what to break with,
To helping the preparation in the kitchen before maghrib,
Until eating together at the table when it's maghrib time..

The encouragement they get from school
is also an important factor..
They're very proud,
if they could fast the whole day and pray 5 times..

Oh! Don't forget this one..
The promises that their grandparents give them
How much money they'll get if they fast for the whole day and if it's for the whole month..

Although, until now
only kakak and ade, Rizqi and Raihan, who are fasting..
The twins just love the idea of fasting..
They always ask someone near them, either me, their dad, their brother, or the helpers - their mbas
to say the prayer for breaking the fast whenever they wanted to eat or drink..lol
And the prayer for starting the fast again whenever they finished eating or drinking..lol
The most important thing is the thought ya babies!!

Rizqi is now in the 5th grade..
And, Alhamdulillah, he's been fasting for the whole day since 1st grade..
Before that, in Kindergarten, he tried to do it half day..
That's My 'Kakak'!
The same with Raihan..
Raihan is now in the 2nd grade
So, Alhamdulillah, last year was the first time he fasted for the whole day..
And he got the whole month..minus one day because he was sick..
Good Job De'!

The sad thing for me is..
I've been working from 2 in the afternoon to 7 at night for almost 2 years now..
So, I've missed the fasting moments in my family last year..
And I'm going to miss it for the second time this year..
*sigh..*

Missed every chaotic part of it..lol..
The pouring the es campur ingredients into each glasses..
The making of shaved ice..
The preparing of plates, bowls, glasses, spoon and forks for everybody..
The preparing of the food and drinks..
to The arranging who sits where, due to the small dining table that we have..

To make it worse..
I don't have to do anything at the office during the breaking time..
which we are still in the classroom, teaching, at that time..
So, it's all prepared by the OB

to the..
praying maghrib together with the whole family part..
*sigh..*

So, what I do now is..
I push all the preparation that's possible before I go to work..
Which is not as much fun..
And is not as effective..
And..
Unwillingly..
Enviously..
Halfheartedly..
Feeling Guiltily..
Leave it to the mbas to finish up during maghrib..
*sigh..*

Still trying hard to take it easy..
Being openhearted..
and..
every now and then..
if it's possible..
ask for permission to skip my 5 o'clock class..
Just for not missing the fasting moments with my family..
*lol..sigh..*

Happy Fasting Everyone!!
Allah Bless Us!!

Can You Keep a Secret?

Last night,
Out of the blue,
a friend of mine,
told her story,
ask for some advice,
and make me promise..
not to tell anyone.

Actually,
This wasn't the first time
someone did it..

I don't know why,
But I always feel flattered
Whenever someone trust me
with their stories..

For the one who knows me,
I'm this loud person..
Talks loud, laughs loud,..
And if I'm in the position
of someone that wants to tell a story..
I'll be the last person that I'll pick!
lol..
Don't you just think that
I'm going to blab it to everyone
with my big mouth
the first time I get the chance to?
lol..

But, maybe..
Because I think that way,
It makes me aware..
Makes me cautious..
for keeping the secret,
for listening to their stories,
for knowing when, what, and how to talk and give advice..
for remaining their trust in me..

It's been happening for sometime now..
So I think it's not a glitch.
It started in Junior High..
Reached its peak in High School..
Some in College..
and now at work.

I always ask the ones who share their stories,
the reasons why they're telling me..
Just to know,
how I have to react..

And their reasons vary..

Is it my patience?
Because I consider myself impatient..
Is it my willing to listen?
Because, as you can see, I'm loud..
Is it because I don't judge people?
Because, sometimes, I do analyze them, what and why they do things..
Is it my good advice?
Because, actually my advices basically are all just logic..

Maybe..
It's because of my way of living..
I'm a very relax person..
Most of the time, I can accept,
what happens around me..
Most of the time, I consider,
that people always try to do
what they think is right..
their best at that time, in that situation..
So, most of the time, I try to understand,
and most of the time, I believe,
that everything happens for a reason..

Maybe..
It's because of my compassion..
Most of the time, I want to do something..
If my friends are in trouble..
Sometimes maybe what I do is nothing for some people..
or it's just small stuffs for others..
But I do it with all my heart..
No strings attached..
I always try to give my best..

Most of the time, I get emotionally involve..
when my friends go through something..
Even though sometimes,
the case seemed so bizarre..
or the case sounded so stupid..
I always try to give my all..
Because I know its important for them.

Hopefully, after talking to me..
They'll find a way to solve their problems..
They'll see with another perspectives on seeing at their problems..
They'll release their anger, their sadness, their frustration..

Or at least..
They'll feel that they have a friend..
Someone that they can rely on..
Someone that they can depend on..
Someone trustworthy..
Someone who cares..
A shoulder to cry on..

So, just spill it out guys!
I'm all ears..

Deal or No Deal..

When Rizqi was still our only child..
and the only grandchild..
from both my parents and my hubby's.
Just imagine how spoiled he was!!

Everyone bought him gifts..
clothes, books, toys..
everything that he wants!!

That's maybe why,
my second child, Raihan,
was happy enough just playing with Rizqi's toys.
Because my house was loaded
with the best and latest toys there were..
But still, every now and then..
he also wanted to buy new ones..
And when he did, Rizqi also had to buy one.





So, I started to apply this..
Maybe you mommies already know about this..
The reward and punishment technique..

First,
I set the rules, example..
Waking up in the morning,
without crying and whining
or
Eats breakfast, lunch and dinner,
by themselves
finish up before half an hour,
without crying and whining..
and so on
Through out the day
from they wake up in the morning
until they go to sleep at night.

Then,
Every time they can fulfill one rule,
they'll get one sticker.

And then, there are helping bonuses..
So, if I wanted some help..
All I have to do is..
Just ask them in return for some amount of stickers..
lol
And, there are manners bonuses..
So, if they said thank you and please, behaved nicely,..
I'll give them a small sticker.
But, if they got into a tantrum or hit, kick or say bad words..
I'll remove one of their stickers.

Finally,
At the end of the week
we'll count their stickers..
If they had reached 50 stickers..
I predicted it will take them a week or so to collect..
They can exchange them with a book or a toy with the price under 20 thousand rupiahs..

Or they could continue,
collecting them until 200 stickers..
Which I predicted will take them a month or so to collect..
They can exchange them with a toy with the price under 100 thousand rupiahs..

Sounds complicated?
But it was running like a charm..
Until it got to a time..
when they were very good..
obey all the rules..
aim all the bonuses..
So, sometimes, I'll run out of stickers..
Or to be worse..
I'll run out of money to buy the books or the toys..
LOL..
So, I ended up owing my children..*sigh..lol*

So, I stopped
Because they started to don't care..
whether they'll get stickers or not..
And they're not into toys anymore anyway..

The oldest 2, Rizqi and Raihan are big enough, to behave, the be responsible, and most of all..to understand..


Now,
I'm getting trouble with the two younger ones, the twins, Tama and Dika..
Going to the mall with them is a suicidal attempt..lol
They'll whine and nag all the way..
from the time we get there..
'till the time we leave.

From wanting to buy toys..
"Ok, a small one ya babe.."
"Nooo..I want the big one!!"
*which they already have a similar one! Only a slight difference with the series before..but yet the price is totally different!!*
Ignored..

Walk a bit further..
Wanting to buy candies..
"Ok, this one ya babe..and share.."
"Nooo..I want the one with the toy on top!!"
*which the candies don't even taste good, the toy will easily break..but yet it cost ridiculously!!*
Ignored..

To something that you won't even think of..
Wanting to cut their hair..
"Ok, we'll go to your usual barbershop ya babe.."
"Nooo..I want to go now..here in the mall!!"
*really babe, are you kidding me? Your hair is still neat..and the price they put for a simple trim is a nightmare!!*
Ignored..

When you thought there's nothing else that they possibly want..
Surprisingly, they do..
Wanting to buy clothes..
"Ok, this t-shirt is nice.."
"Nooo..I want that bandanna!!"
*which is a 400 thousand rupiahs bandanna, that he didn't even need..and OMG, the price for a piece of cloth!!..and off course, the one that I offered him was the ones on discount..lol*
Ignored..

It will go on and on..
and on..
So, a trip to the mall..
is sure one struggling trip!

Haven't found a way yet..
that can be adapted for all 4 of them..
that can use the same standards..
that won't make them envy one another..
For now..
Just try to avoid malls..
as frequent as possible..
Especially when we only..
have just the enough money..no extra..

Well, actually, its not only at the mall..
It's everywhere..
Constantly..
It's a good test for your patience though..
It's also good for testing your consistency..
and to test how smarter you are than them to give reasons not to, to argue with them..
Trying as hard as I could..
not to give up to them..
not to give in..
lol..
But sometimes..
When they're super nice..
and I've got the extra money to spend..
Or maybe just don't have the energy..
and the heart..
to say NO!
or just to argue..
Ok, that's it!

Eventually,
It's up to us how to compensate the budget from something else..
Hopefully we won't get over budget !!
But if we do, when most often we do, we'll manage..we'll deal with it..

Aren't we mommies, fairies or what?..^_^
And all your wish will come true..
Triing!!..

The Famous Lasagna Story..

My Grandma
loved to cook..
And she wasn't your usual grandma..
She's not the one with the old time recipes kind..
Mine always came up with new recipes..

If she went out to a restaurant..
And tasted something good..
She'd make it the next day..
and it tasted even better..
That's how she loved cooking..

I was a huge fan of her cooking..
Like all of her other families and friends..
Got lots of favorite dishes of hers..
And she loved to share
her recipes with the ones who likes to cook..
I've been using lots of her recipes..
since I had the need to throw a party and cook..lol
Love you eyang ti..

My mom
is the best cook ever..
So good, she doesn't use a recipe..
She just use her feeling..
And her feeling is so deliciously good..
You can ask her for her recipe..
But, don't even try to bet
that your cooking, which is based on her recipe..
will taste like hers..
Not a chance..

So, if you really want to know the ingredients..
You'd better follow her to the kitchen..
and see with your own eyes..
How she cooks..
and what does she put in her cooking..
From the beginning till the end..
Don't blink..lol

or..
I've got my own ways..
It's much much much easier..
I ask my mom's maid to take notes..
So then.. I'll get her recipe..
Lol..
Love you mama..

The famous lasagna of mine..
is a combination of my grandma's recipe and my mom's

My grandma learned how to make lasagna..
She gave me the recipe..
But I felt something's missing..

My mom makes the most outstandingly delicious macaroni schotel..
So delicious, she makes it so often..
I got the hang of it..

Then I was thinking..
What if..

The next thing..
Voila!!
My famous lasagna..
SERIOUSLY DELICIOUS..
OUTSTANDINGLY YUMMY..
SUPERBLY MOUTHWATERING..
FANTASTICALLY TASTY..
*lol..modest me..*

It's been my thing ever since..
Family gatherings, birthdays, arisan,..
I even make money from it..
My son's school, friends,..

Alhamdulillah..
For grandmas and mommies..
Don't you love them so much..
They're the best..ever!!
Hugs and kisses...

My Dear Dad

I'm sharing my stories
about daddies..
How they love us so..
They have their own way
to show us..
How they love us..

Sometimes I think,
It's got something to do
with his background..

My Dad has got 4 brothers..
and then..he's got a son and 3 daughters..

My Dad came from a struggling family..
and..he's been trying his best
to fulfill all needs of his 4 children

My Dad worked in the government..
with all the bureaucratization..
and..he had to deal with 4 children
with 3 - 5 age differences..
who became teenagers almost at the same time..

There would be always
something wrong
with what we did..
he always made us think..
we're not fulfilling his standard

If we did something wrong..
he always thinks..
that that was our way..
to offend him..

No friends of ours..
are polite enough.
No boyfriends of ours..
are good enough.

When I was younger..
I got emotional..
Cried..
and felt running away from home..
every time it happened..

When I get older..
I still get a bit emotional..
But then I turned ignorant..

Now,
He's still the same dad..
I appreciate his believes..
I respect his decisions..
I understand his reactions..
He loves us..

Love you too, dad!

Sissy!!

I've got two sisters..
I'm the hey!-I'm-the oldest one-you know one..
There's Vany, she's the not confident-awkward-panicking one..
And there's Mira, she's the whatever-I want to do one..

When we were younger..
we're not that close to one another..
Still competing to get my parent's love and care..
Don't need our sisters yet..lol

When we grew older..
we got closer and closer..
Sharing stories..
Feelings..
Emotions..
Needed more support from our sisters then..
Mom and dad were 'against' us..lol
In our minds back then..
They always think and believe that they know what's best for us..
They just don't understand..
They lived in a different era of time..
Yeah..right, girls..lol

Aah..Puberty..
Boyfriends..
Parties..
My parents were flipping out
Especially my dad..

The more they flip out..
The more we stick together..
Rules..
Time curfew..
Manners..
Attitude..
The way you dress..
The way you speak..
The way you respect your elders..
The way you treat people around you..
The way you do at school..

My dad was the meanest
when it comes to giving speech on what we did wrong..
The reasons we thought was ridiculous, back then..
It goes straight to your heart..
No mercy..
And it effects you..
For the rest of your life..
Painful..
Shatter your heart
into itsy bitsy pieces..
Exaggerating?
Just check with my sisters..
They'll back me up 100%

And we were the nicest daughters ever..
We always did whatever he told us..
Obeyed him all the way..
So it ended us..
cried on each others shoulders..
pissed off in each others room..
pouring our heart out..
Yeah..you know..
Dramatizing everything..

And when we mostly don't feel like sharing..
when we kept it to ourselves..
You just can feel their sympathy running through..
and you feel warm..
just to know that..

Getting more older..
Having serious boyfriends and all..
Us-sisters had live together without our parents around..
So,
We watched each others back..
We went through our hardest problem ever..
But, we also had fun..
Movie week, eating in, dining out, going out, hanging out..
Not all the time..occasionally..
And the good thing with sisterhood is..
It doesn't matter!
You'll always have your sister!
No matter how you screwed up..

Now,
Being married and all..
Well, 2 of us..
Mira is still a bit tangled up..
She's back living with my parents after not living with them for quite some time..
And you can imagine what that means..
LOL..my poor lil sissy..
Hang in there sis..

We don't hang out as much..
Quite rare, unfortunately..
But we try like crazy to get together..
And every time we do it..
It's so breathtaking..
How our kids click together..
Cousins!!
How cool is that..
Hoping they 'get along' forever..

Hey, by the way, daddies..
could you watch them for a while..
So mommies and auntie Mira
can sneak away..
and get some sister time..
Let's go girls!!

Paper Cut

Have you ever got a paper cut?
I get it all the time..
It takes you by surprise..
and It pisses you off..
But the hurt is bearable..
and in a couple of second,
it will go away..
or at least, you'll ignore it..

But, when you move the wrong way..
or when you treat it wrong..
or when you forget to ignore it..
The hurt comes back again..

Who are you going to blame?
The paper?
I don't think so..
After all, off course..it definitely didn't do anything
It's just being a paper...lol...silly!

Yourself?
Maybe..
Maybe you weren't careful enough..
Maybe you didn't concentrate enough..
..you lost guard

But, no worries..
It will go away..
It won't leave a scar..

But, Stop thinking of it..
You will feel the hurt back again..
every time you do..
Even if it's not there anymore..

So, next time..
Be careful..
Concentrate..
Don't lose guard..

But, if ever you get it again..
you know what you're dealing with..
you can handle it..
After all, we're only human..
We all make mistakes
every now and then..
deliberately or not..

And, it's paper cut!!
Come On!!
You've been hurt more than this..
OUCHH!!

WTF

Hate..
It's a strong word, don't you think?
Instead of saying,
I hate it..
Why don't they just say,
I really don't like it..

What made the difference?
What is it that pisses you out more from one thing to the other?
What do you really don't like and what do you hate?

Here's one..
When you've already tried your best..
Given all that you've got..
Making to dos list..
Checking it twice..three times..
Doing it by yourself..
No one's helping..
Not even offering to help..
Doing it overtime..
Not getting enough sleep
Going through everything..
Back and forth..up and down..
And still, you forgot to do one thing..
You missed something
Really don't like that!!

Even worse,
someone who's supposedly can help you..
but didn't, questions you about it..
Hate that!!!

OK, what about this..
When you've really tried hard to wrap things up..
Yell to people around you to chop - chop..
Even sacrificed something important..
And lied to people..
just to leave early..
and get to the place on time..
But the time you got there..
Other people who's also involved..
was sooo late..
Really don't like that!!

Worse scenario..
The thing was canceled..
because of all the lateness..
Hate that!!!

Ok..ok..ok..try this one..
You've been working your ass on it..
Pouring all of your energy, heart, mind and soul in it..
Done the researches..
Gone through your trial and errors..
Read, browse, ask people,
compare with other works..
Then, when you finally finished it..
and going to show it..
Someone else has got the similar idea..
Really don't like that!!

And to make it worse..
That person got to show it first..
and got all the credits for it..
Hate that!!!

This one's sucks the most..
When you know you're doing something you're not supposed to..
But you do it anyway..
You took the chance..
You only live once..
and maybe it won't come again..
So, it's worth doing..
You willingly took all the risk..
Knew all the consequences..
Even though..
Everyone and everything around you kept on giving sign..
You ignored it..
And when it finally gone bad..
It hits you hard..
Really don't like that!!

The feeling that you're so stupid
because you had known better..
but you still did it..
The feeling that everyone are now saying..
"I told you so.."
even if they don't say it to your face..
HATE THAT!!!

But shit happens, right?
What don't kill you, makes you stronger..

And all of that are situational, aren't they?
You can't hate the person who's involve..
They were just the right person in the right place at the right time..
or in this case.. the wrong one..
And don't you dare hate yourself..
You did the best that you could do that time..
or at least, you thought you did..

Just take a deep breath..
Inhale..exhale..inhale..exhale..
Deep ones...deeper ones..the deepest one..
Take your time..
Don't keep trying to analyze it..
Lay back..
Make peace with yourself..

InsyaAllah..
You'll get over it..
You'll survive..
It'll be your living experience..
It'll be your guidance..
Amiiin..

Inhale...exhale..

The Windows to your Heart..

Eyes are the windows to your heart..
Can't argue about that one..
How hard I try to fake it..
How hard I try to disguise it..
My eyes just can't lie..

I'm this type of person
Who faces almost everything with a smile..
Who laughs almost all the time..

Good times and bad times..
Really..
Some people thinks that as the insensitivity of me..
But, not being insensitive or anything..
It's just the way I express how I feel when I'm happy..
It's the way I release the stress or pain when I'm sad..
And it's also the way to cover up..
when I'm sad..
from people I don't want to know..

People who knows me better,
will notice..
The harder I laugh..
Either I'm so happy..
Or I'm stressed out..

But people who knows me the best,
can tell..
Which laughter is which..
From my eyes..

And the people closest to me..
is getting better and better..
in reading my eyes..

I'm looking for other ways to cover things up..
Well, I can't wear sunglasses all the time..
Colored contact lenses don't help as much..

Don't make eye contact..
Start to blab about other exciting stories..
Get them to talk about their problems..

Just want to make the people around me..
feels happiness whenever I'm around..
feels great listening, looking, and having me around..

So, eyes..
Please..
Give me a break here..
Work with me..
Help me over here..

My 'Memories' of Her..

Maybe I was 2..
when she passed away..
I really don't remember..
at all..

No memories of her..
Not the way she looks..
Not the way she talks..
Not the way she walks..
Nothing..
at all..

I always build up my own imagination of her..
Trying to put every pieces together..

Everyone who knows her tells me...
I resemblance her.. exactly
Ok...she's pretty then...^_^

She's got 3 sisters...
My aunts..love them dearly..
They all have this resemblance to one another..
I picture her...
talking like them..
walking like them..
Ok..she's cool then..

There are 5 brothers of hers..
My uncles...respect them truly..
They're all kind..
They're all 'crazy'..
I picture her..
acting like them..
laughing like them..
Ok..she's fun then..

So..
I had this pretty, cool, fun mom
who passed away when I was 2..
who I don't have any memories of..
that I practically don't know anything about..

But, why..
every time people talk about her..
every time I go to her grave..
every time someone I just know ask about her..
..my voice starts trembling

Why..
on my graduation day..
on my umroh days..
on my wedding day..
every time I give birth to my sons
every time every each of my kids turns 2..
even now..
..tears are in my eyes

Why..
when my first son reminds me to pray..
when my second son says a prayer for mommies..
when the twins sing a song for mommies..
..something hurts deep in my heart

All the big moments..
until all the small stuffs..
Really don't know why...

I think..
having no memories of her..
is the thing that make me feels this way...

Ibu..
Wish I had known u...
My prayers are always with u..
Looking forward to see u in heaven...^_^

mia, 2009

How to Know When You're In Love

Over a year ago.. I've started working again
Not surprisingly..I'm one of the oldest there..
But, I fitted nicely

Ever since..
When it's break time
Hanging out with my young colleagues..
I feel I'm back in High School
All the stories about
dating, breaking up, fighting...
Exhausting..

From the not-too young ones..
It's about
Getting married..
How do you know that s/he's the one..
How do you know that you're in love..

But then..I don't talk that much
About Love..
Because..when it comes to love..
You'll just know it when it comes..
and it's different for everyone..

For Me..
When you're willing to sacrifice
Whatever the consequences will be
That's when you know
You're In Love

When you're willing
to do whatever that have to be done
Putting aside all your principals
That's when you know
You're In Love

When you spend your time
At many places
With many people
You still feel relieve
Going back to him
That's when you know
You're In Love

When you don't have to say it all the time
Your gestures..just says everything
That's when you know
You're In Love

Whatever your feelings are..
Whatever mood your in..
Happy..Sad..
Confused..Proud..
He's the first one
You trust your story with..
That's when you know
You're In Love

When you don't try to change someone
But accepting him the way he is..
That's when you know
You're In Love

When you believe in someone
More than you believe in yourself
That's when you know
You're In Love

When you know
That he's not someone you can live with..
But..
He's someone you can't live without..
That's when you know
You're In Love

The list goes on and on..
and on..
and on...
endless..

So..
For the one I'm In Love with...
Thanks for being the one
It was 17 years ago
the first time I fell In Love with you
And it's still growing stronger
and stronger..

For my dear friends..
The ones that make me think about Love..
Just want to share my point of view
For some of you..Hope you've found it
For the others..Hope you'll find it
The one you're In Love with..

mia, june 2009

That's What Friends Are For..

How we click with someone, is strange...don't you think?
How did you end up with your groups of friends?

I started having a group of friends,
when I was in elementary school..
Sari, Mona, Theresia , and Caroline.

Back then, as I remember,
we got together because we're the not so popular ones..
Me, for one thing, was this fat, short haired, not the girlie pretty type,
who was behind in school, because I came back from the US
in the third quarter of first grade,
and got serious problems with the lessons here..
So, we're not one of the pretty ones,
nor we are the smart ones, nor the ones that are good in sports..
Which are really important aspects to be popular,
when you're in elementary..
We're the average ones,
with lack self confident.
It lasted until we finished elementary school..
Some of us just got contacted recently..thanks for FB..
But we just were too young back then,
to get click again nowadays..

When I got to Junior High..
I ended up with such a big group of friends..
I, getting tired of being fat and being called names, got slimmer..
I did everything I could do secretly inside my bedroom,
from running, skipping, playing the hoola hoops, until skipping meals..
But, that isn't enough when you're in Junior High..
The popular ones now are the ones that are talented..
Back in my days, talented in modern dancing...lol..
Also the populars are they who's got the latest, coolest, most happening stuffs

So, I got grouped with some girls,
who's not in that category..
Dian, Mona, and Marlene..
But then, it grew bigger..
We even gave a name to the group and make member cards...lol
Decy, Camelia, Lisa N, Lisa C, Lia, Airin, Ingrid..
Almost all of them are still in contact through FB
But only 2 - 3 of them still clicks..

In the third grade, Junior High
I had to move with my parents to Makassar..
Even though it was just for a year,
I've got really close with a bunch of friends there also..
Actually, I came back to that position again..
A new student, from Jakarta, intimidating for the popular girls...LOL
I turned out not so bad, back then..
I was way slimmer, grew my hair long, fair skin...not so bad at all..LOL

But I still don't go with the popular ones..
Me and my self esteem..
So, I grouped again with the not so popular ones..
Naomi, Joan, Jane, Ully, Frietje..
I've lost contact with all of them, except for Joan in FB

High School,
I insisted to go back to Jakarta..
So, there I was
Back in my old school again..
And most of them are kids I know since elementary school
Got to be grouped again with
some of my friends in Junior High, that are still left..
Mona, Decy, and a new student Yanty..

But, In High School
I got really clicked with my group with the boys..
I wasn't the one that's popular among the boys..
but really being one of the boys.
Maybe, back then..
I was getting so comfortable with myself,
I really don't care with what the girls think anymore..
And being friends with boys is the best way to enjoy that..

Boys just don't talk behind your back,
they say it right to you..
Most of the boys, don't sweat on the way they look..
or at least they don't show it..
And boys are silly..
They'll do the silliest pranks to one another..
they do it for fun..
and they don't get offended easily even on worse pranks..
Love being friends with the boys..
Leonard, Alex, Erwin, Jimmy, Jemmy, Richard, Reinhard, Hengky..

And there was this other group of boys I got closed to also..
It was the ending of high school and all..
We lived near..
So, If we went to places..parties, discos, courses, and others..
we went together..
Erwin, Dani, Vericko, Andy

Aaah.. the things with being friends with boys are..
now, that they're all happily married..
you just can't communicate the way you used to do it back then..
So, I don't know either we still click or not..
Well, some of them are in my FB..
and I still chat with 1 - 2 of them.

University was fun
I think, when it comes to university,
it's all about academic stuffs..
I was the one with the average scores for important subjects..
and got better scores for not so important ones...lol
I got grouped with girls with those sort of category..
Titie, Oki, Mona, Anita, Fera, Shitta..

Oh! Got a group of male friends also..
They're the one who got crushes, who admires,
or who thinks are truly - madly - deeply in love..
with my girl friends ( from my group ).. lol
So, their name will be confidential..
Guys, you know who you are...lol..

Having 4 kids also got me more group of friends..
The mommies..
So, it's mommies stuff..
Kids, school, cooking, shopping, husband (?..^_^),..
From my first son schools for sure..
Playgroup,
Vira, Santy, Nita, Reta, Faira, Mita, Evi, Joice
Since kindergarten,
Uni, Reina, Mba Lia, Mba Dewi, Lilis, Dina, Yanty, Sri, Yety,..
My second son's playgroup..
Joice, Mba Hani, Yuli, Niti, Sisca

At work, usually we get more individualistic
Thankfully, now I get the most fun environment with my co-workers..
We joke around between classes..
We have our laugh every day at break time on ^
We hang out on report book day..
We hang out Friday night after payday..lol..
Mietta, Andy, Azura, Uti, Pras, Sita, Wiku, Indah, Agus, Mike, Winnie, Citra, Vera..

But, despite of the reason why we got grouped with others..
In a group of friends,
we don't mind what kind of persons they are, do we?
Off course, we click more with some than with others in a group..
But still..
We just accept them the way they are..
We stand by them through good and bads..
Laugh with them, and cry with them..
Hold their hands through rough times..
Cheer with them on great times..
Defend them every time..
Support them all the way..

But every relationships got their ups and downs..
Every now and then
Things just doesn't always go the way we want to..
Clashes don't just happen with the one we mostly don't get along with..
Clashes mostly happens with the one we're closest to..

Hopefully we're mature enough to get through it..
After all, we've been through everything before..

Hopefully, every mistakes that we've ever done to each other..
wasn't by purpose..
wasn't meant to offend each other..
was just a misunderstanding..

And hopefully we find it in our hearts..
To forgive and to forget..

Friendship is forever..
Thanks friends!!!
Love u guys..all of you..muach2

Friendship

Working so hard on this piece..
So many things to be said..
So many kinds of friendship that I have..
So many special moments that I've been through..

So many friends that I have..

The not so good ones..
The good ones...
The best...

Don't know where to start..

There are these friends..
Who you share your everyday life with..
They are the ones that are around you almost every day..
They are the ones who'll be the first one to help..
They are the ones that are your place
To be crazy with..
Laugh..
Hang Out..
Share everyday stories..
..your stress-free friends ^_^

There are others friends..
Who knows you since forever..
They are the ones that share your silly moments..
They are the ones who knows your monkey loves..
They are the ones who had done anything without thinking..
Just to hang out with you..
Reminiscing..
..your bff ^_^

And there are..them..
Doesn't matter how long you've known each other..
Doesn't matter if they're not around you every time..
But you just..Click!

the ones that trust you and you trust them..
the ones that need you and you need them..
the ones that you remember and remembers you on special moments..
the ones that go through hurricane just to be there for you..
..body, mind and soul
the ones that just strangely know what's going on with you..
the ones that can sense your feelings..again in a strange way..
..your true friends

Love all of you guys..
Thanks for being a friend..

mia, july 2009

Me and Pregnancy

My first pregnancy
happened 1 month after my wedding
I was hoping for it..

It went well
No silly craving
No morning sickness
I gain 14 kg..
My first son..

Because it was my first..
So many questions popped out..
And, back then, I just realized
I become clumsier when I'm pregnant
I fell down 2 times
but nothing serious..Thank God, Alhamdulillah..

My next pregnancy
happened when my first born was 2,5 years old
I was planning for it..

Like the first one..Thank God!
No silly craving and no morning sickness
I gain 20 kg..
My second son..

It was a bit tiring
First, I was already taking care of my first kid..
Second, I was moving from Bandung to Jakarta..
I was hospitalized on my 4th month..
Placenta previa..
but got through that..Thank God, Alhamdulillah..

My last pregnancy..
(hopefully...please God.. ^_^ )
happened when my second born was 2 years old
Unexpectedly..

As usual..Love U God..
No silly craving and no morning sickness
I gain 25 kg..^_^

I was 'enjoying'
Raising my 2 boys
when I first realized..
I'm late with my period..

Don't panic..
First..test pack..Blurry..
didn't tell anyone..

Still not panicking..
Second..buy a different test pack..Positive!
told my husband..
go check to the doctors first, he said..

Trying not to panic..
At last..went to my Obgyn..Positive 3,5 weeks..
told my husband..not to tell anyone else yet..
waiting for 3 months..pamali..
Alhamdulillah..God is trusting me with another one..

The next month..
Already getting used to
and to be grateful being pregnant again

My second check up to the obgyn..They're Twins...
Starting to panic..
a long pause..
deep inhale...exhale....
tears in my eyes..
Alhamdulillah...God is trusting me with two more..
told my husband..who told everyone that day..

The 4th month..
My third check up..
One is definitely a boy..
The other one..just can't see it..
But my feeling said..It's another boy..

Panic attack..
4 boys..
a longer pause..
deeper inhale...inhale..exhale..

Alhamdulillah bu, the doctor said..everything's normal..
another long pause..
Alhamdulillah....God is trusting me with 4 boys..
Ikhlas...
Not panicking anymore...
Thank U God..

mia, june 2009

Muhammad Rahim Adikara Kuntohadi
Born 19th April 2005, 07.37, 2,530 kg, 49 cm

Muhammad Rahman Naratama Kuntohadi
Born 19th April 2005, 07.39, 2,575 kg, 49 cm

Baby Talk

Rizqi, my first born
was the earliest one among my kids..
who could talk.
When he was 1,5..
he already could 'talk'
He could name all the Sesamee Street characters..
He could name all the McDonald's characters..
He could call all of his aunts, uncles, grandmas and grandpas..
He could say colours..
He could say everyday words..

It's not clear yet..
You just have to know the pattern..
So, he couldn't say 's' at the end of a word..becomes 'k'
Atas becomes atak..
Abis becomes abik..

Or, he couldn't say 'r' at the end of a word..becomes 'ng' or 'k'
Bert becomes Bek..
Hamburglar becomes Aguang (?..^_^)

But lots of them doesn't have any pattern at all..
Satpam becomes Acom..
McD becomes Macmac..
ATM becomes Em..
Aqua becomes Adua..

Nice try sugar.. ^_^

My second son, Raihan..
Was the slowest when it comes to talking
He was already 2,5
and he doesn't talk much and clear

One word can mean more than 1
Kepekepek can mean kupu-kupu or kerupuk

The others are sooo up to him..
Susu is enyus..
Ibu is mbu..
Spongebob Squarepants is pompom pepen..
Kasian deh lo is iyaa iyo..
Joget is ogek..
Tehbotol is teotok..

The sweetest thing is..
If people don't understand
..he just smile
Whatever you like honey.. ^_^

The twins, were even more amusing..
They also don't speak clearly until they're 2..
But they understand each other clearly..
They talk to each other..
And one would try to help the other
explaining if someone didn't understand..

Power Rangers is enjes..
Naruto is uto..
Transformers is pompomer..
Wolverine is hoverin..

The things that helps was..
They're so expressive..
Keep on trying sweeties.. ^_^

Miss those days..
Nowadays, they all speak very clearly..
Explaining, protesting, complaining, exaggerating,..

^_^
a proud mommy..
july 2009

Stop fooling around guys..

The Entertainers

When I'd just got one son..
We, me and my husband..
did everything to make him happy

Read, watched, browsed,
asked everyone, parents, friends, families..
everything there are..
about how to entertain your kids..

We made our own handmade puppets shows,
We drew his room's walls,
We read every children books,
We watched every cartoons and children movies,
We took him to playgrounds to meet friends..

When we'd got 2 sons..
It became easier..
because then they have each other to play with..

We played simple board games,
We fingerpainted,
We made scrapbooks together,
We made handycraft to be hung in their room..

When we'd got the twins..
And then there was 4
It became "tricky"
It's fun, in terms
you've got more people to play with..
But in the other hand, it means..
you've got more people to share your toys with
Which would end up with
Quarreling..
Fighting..
Crying..

So,..
What should we do?
Brainstorming !!!

Now,
We camp inside the house
We do role plays
We blow inflated swimming pool and swim together..
We draw together on a big media with one theme
We play soccer and badminton
We play tag and hide 'n seek
We sing karaoke together

But Thank God..
For kids channels on local and cable tv,
Gameboys, PSPs,
Nintendo Wiis, and XBox 360s..
Lol!!

And God Bless..
Cinemas, Malls, Playgrounds,
Water parks and Theme parks..
Lol!!

What's next?
Any other brilliant ideas?
But..InsyaAllah..
No more new member to entertain..
Lol!!

Rock On!!
mia - july 2009

Break time...PSP!!

My Precious Rizqi

Maybe this story is common among others
But because Rizqi is my oldest son..
It's just so special for me...

So when he got started to enjoy school life..
He's so into religion..
By the way..he goes to Al Azhar..

Since he was younger..
Maybe from 2nd grade..
He really enjoys..
that he has to pray 5 times a day..

When we go to malls..
If its time to pray..
He will ask me..
"Bu, I'll just go to the musholla first.."
and he just run by himself..
..Subhanallah

Once
we were in Bandung
and we were stuck in traffic..
we went pass this supermarket..
and it was time to pray dzuhur..
"Bu, I'll just run and pray first..
..we're stuck in traffic anyway"
but we then park there,
and I took him to the musholla..
"Aren't you going to pray too bu?..
..if you didn't bring your mukenah,
there's usually one in the musholla.."
..Subhanallah

Another time
we were almost home
and we heard the adzan for maghrib..
we were stuck in traffic
in front of a gas station..
"Bu, can we stop here for a moment..
..there's a musholla at the gas station"
so we stopped..
..Subhanallah

He prays 5 times without being asked..
He wakes up for subuh on holidays..
He prays dhuha everyday..
He prays all the qobliahs and ba'diahs..
He prays tahajud when he wakes up in the middle of the night..

SUBHANALLAH..
May Allah Bless Him..
Kakak..
..InsyaAllah, you'll always be my Precious Rizqi

My Baby

Raihan
My second child
7 years old..
I always treat him as my baby..

A guilty feeling from me..maybe
for having the twins unplanned..
It leaves Raihan with 2 younger brothers
at once and when he was not even 3..

But, he IS..
the most baby-ish among the others

He's the one who goes to bed first..
He's the one who whines when I have to go..
He's the one who waits for me coming home from the office..
He's the one who cuddles up with me when we're watching TV..
He's the one who hugs me with no reason..
He's my baby..

So, in many times
he surprises me..

There was this list of student's names
who's going to get a trophy
for being 3 levels ahead of their class..
so, the first thing I did was..
checking Rizqi's (my oldest) name
and no doubt about it..it's there
I double check, I took picture of the list,
and the time I got home..
I was showing it to Rizqi..

Raihan, my baby, as usual
keeps cuddling up with me
so, he's also looking at the picture
and he said
"There's my name there..
Muhammad Raihan Kuntohadi..
1st grade..level D 200.."

Oh My God..
It was his name..
on the list..

Sorry, baby..
My smart baby..

mia, june 2009

My Youngest..

Every child of mine are special...
But this is about Dika...
He's one of the twins..
The youngest one..
He's 4 years old

One day,
He sang this ST 12 song..
"I am sorry..ku tak akan love you lagi..."
in front of me..
and then he said..
"Ibu...I sang that song in front of Gaby..
I broke up (putus) with her..."
Gaby is a girl in the neighborhood
that he claimed to be his 'girlfriend'

I -as usual- always take everything that my children say seriously..
"What is breaking up (putus)?"..
And he confidently answered..
"She's not my girlfriend anymore...we broke up..."
OK..."Are you OK?" I said
He shrugged his shoulders..
and gave a 'brokenhearted (?)' face..

A couple days after that
"Ibu..aku udah nyambung lagi sama Gaby.."
Because it was so out of the blue...
I went "Ha..?"
"Iya, kemaren kan aku putus..
sekarang aku udah nyambung lagi.."
OK...
And he walked happily outside to meet Gaby..

mia, june 2009

He learned how to wink a couple months ago..
and now his habit is calling someone..and then wink...

He loves to use this suit..
This was going to school..without any occasion at all..

He picks the tie over a wolverine figurine..
And he's been wearing it since..

The Amazing Twins!!

The Twins have always amaze me...
No doubt about it..
Even from the time they're still inside my tummy..

When they started to talk
I really love to hear them argue..
and as I always do to my kids..
I let them argue..

I'm really amaze
how they're so different from one another

Tama, the older twin
He's more sensitive
He's shy
He seeks more attention from me

In the other hand, Dika
He's the confident one
He really knows what he wants
He's got a very strong will..(read: stubborn..)

Some of the arguments among them..
Will put a smile on my face..
Even on the lowest time of my days..

One day
They were fighting over a toy..
"If you don't share..I don't want to be friends with you!" Tama said
Then Dika replies calmly..
"We're NOT friends...we're brothers..."

Another time
They were pretending to be on stage
They were singing together
And bossy Dika said "In a band, there's only one singer.."
"Why don't you be the guitarist.." he added to Tama
so sweet Tama said "OK, I'll be the guitarist.."
and he started to 'play the guitar'
But then Dika's still not satisfied
"The guitarist stands at the back side of the stage.."
"The singer stands in front.."
and they started to perform..

And it goes on and on...and on...

mia, june 2009

Dika's the one in the left..
Look at his expression..

Tama's the one in the Blue Ranger outfit..
Biting his fingers...