American Idol

Gw Takjub bener nih. Sanjaya masih bertahan jadi contestant. Padahal suaranya yah samalah sama gw (ini pasti gw sedang berbohong hue...hue..). Rasa2nya pingin telp temen gw di sana, .... hi..hi.. maaf2 kalau gw salah prasangka. Mustinya diganti tuh namanya jangan american idol. Habis pasti di-idol sama anak2 cewek abg. Mustinya namanya american best singer kek atau apalah jangan pakai kata idol.

The boys and the piano

These pictures below were taken when they had piano recital in their music academy. Small performance in front of the parents. To be honest they don't like to take piano lesson. But unfortunately their mother won't listen. So they go every saturday to the music academy. Hope someday they will understand its benefit.

I can play piano. I can read the notes. I didn't like to play piano. I learned piano from I was in elementary until high school. But you know... not so so good because on and off and I had to move a lot along with my parents (alasan...)

Maybe (hope) one of my kids have the talent like their oma -my mother-. She played piano very..good. Very talented. In 1950's her dutch teacher advised her parents (my grandpa) to send her to Europe to take more lesson. She almost left. But..the story was gone different.

Anyway...here we are, the boys and the proud parents.

Hi Farah, do you want to join them now ?.

One night

I just sprayed my boys room with the mosquitoes repellent. While they were waiting until the smell had gone, they wanted to play with their sister in her room. But who is the boy in the far right side had slept already..??. not to mention his bubu, the teddy bear

Harvest

One afternoon after picked up Farah from school. Arry (my friend) saw the mango tree in my back yard. It has a loott... of mangoesss.. What?? I just realized that. Yeah....It's harvest time!!. But it didn't take long for the people who are living around us to know. They enjoyed our manggoes too!. Everyday there were less and less manggoes. They just took them without permission. Luckly our maid could manage that. We could eat them everyday. Especially for Farah and my husband (not my boys, they don't like it). Even my maid took the manggoes for my mom, sho she could bring them to Indonesia. She was happy and she would share them with her neighbours. Although the manggoes here are still green but surprisingly, the taste is far from sour. It taste sweet. That's why my mother really admire it. C'est bizarre.. It's weird. Green, crunchy, but sweet. When I was a kid living in Surabaya, My late father used to buy manggoes from Pasuruan. Mangga Gadung. This habit still continuing when we moved to Jakarta, he liked to buy those at Pasar Kramat Jati. I miss you dad.