Pip-squeak

No Change for Change

2009-10-18T05:46:00.000+02:00

I wrote this as an assignment for the jakarta globe when i first applied there.. Had wanted to post this sooner but alas, i'm too busy :P Pics will come soon..
Sanggar Anak Akar is a children's foundation for alternative education. It started as children's rights advocacy group that also provides shelter and alternative education for street children. Alternative here means that they focus more on informal education and skills such as art, music, and dance. The foundation holds regular performances, if you live around Jakarta and/or would like to visit the school and see the children practice, their address is at:
Jl. Inspeksi Saluran Jatiluhur No. 30, RT 07/RW 01 Cipinang Melayu RT 07/RW 01 Kalimalang - Jakarta Timur 13620
During my visit they were practicing for a performance in Goethe, it was just amazing to see the children perform.
KKS Melati is a volunteer group that provides open library for, especially, street children. They provide books as well in a number of children shelter across Jakarta, and circulate amongst them every couple of months. So if you have too much books on your shelf, or need to get rid of those from your childhood, you can visit their "central" library and i'm sure there are lots of children who will love to read them. KKS Melati's address:
Jl. Ampera II No. 17A RT 005/009
Jakarta Selatan 12550

No Change for Change

Having to face something everyday might create apathy, taking it for granted. Jakarta’s street children is one of the phenomenon that is slowly, and unrightfully slips away from the society’s concern. But is the condition all too hopeless to expect for any change? Does giving out small change to buskers can help change their condition?

Tika (16) and Yuni (15) are regular buskers at the Kampung Melayu bus terminal. Together with their younger siblings and other kids they would sing along the rhythmic clappings of their hands or the strums of their small guitar. Tika refused to state how much money she got from busking but according to ojek drivers on that area child buskers could get as much as Rp 90,000 a day.

When one asked why they are busking on the streets instead of going to school, most of their answers were surprisingly because they liked it there. Except for Irma (7) who had to be there since her mother had been ill and her father had ran off with another woman. Tika admitted that she never wanted to go to school. None of her four siblings went as far as having basic formal education. Parents like Tika’s might not be abusive, but it’s their way of thinking that entrapped their children. It is better to have their children close-by or at a neighborhood they are familiar with, than at some alien institution. Not to forget that it is also cheaper and it brings in extra money. To the children, both formal and informal institution means restriction to their freedom. Ijul (30), one of the inhabitants of Yayasan Anak Akar (“Akar” Foundation for Children), to be free was everything that he wanted when he was young.

So Tika and her friends chose to stay on the street, and the bus terminal is their second home and their playground. Take a closer look and you could see their happy faces between the bustles of people and Metromini daredevils. They might try to look sad so that you gave them money, but sometimes you can actually tell that it’s just make-pretend. Such an irony, but they are having fun.

4km south-east of Kampung Melayu is the Yayasan Anak Akar, a compound in East Jakarta with a spacious gazebo for an open classroom, or theatre, dance, and music workshop. It started as a foundation for the advocacy of street children’s rights 15 years ago before focusing more on the practical and hands-on actions as educators of children. Today it is what 40 ex-street children called home.

The compound is a living and learning area for street children who used to live as far as Tanjung Priuk (Northern Jakarta, 20km away). Hatta (15) ran away from home with a friend when he was only 10 years old. Susilo Adinegoro (44) aka pakde (uncle) aka the rector, an ex-journalist and one of the founder of The Foundation stated that these children [who came to the house on their own initiatives] are indeed very special. They are the rare ones who consciously stepped out of the vicious poverty circle in search of a better way of living. Susilo himself saw Yayasan Akar “graduates” become professional musicians, employees, and teachers/tutors/instructors.

Further down in southern Jakarta in the Ampera area is the community-rooted Kelompok Kerja Sosial Melati (“Melati” Community of Humanitarian Worker). Since its initiation in 2001, KKS-Melati consists of volunteers of all ages working towards a better Jakarta. Targeting at under-privileged youth around the neighborhood, KKS Melati provides mini library and an afterschool learning group where children are being taught creative writing, drawing, handcrafts and by request, school subjects such as math and English. The community is also responsible for the facilitation of books and stationeries of 15 children shelters across Jakarta.

Yayasan Anak Akar and KKS Melati are both supported by a strong network of people and volunteers contributing their time, skill and knowledge. Their years of work brought positive reaction from local communities and parents that, in the long run, share their vision that children have the right for protection and education.

The life in Jakarta’s streets is mean and harsh but it is not possible to foresee a better ending for these children. Foundations such as Yayasan Anak Akar and SAJA (Sekolah Anak Jalanan or the School for Street Children) are trying to find alternative ways to educate and empower children, and grass-root communities such as KKS Melati consorts people to co-create sustainable learning environment for disadvantaged children. Governments and their official bodies may be facilitators and enforcers of law, but communities and individuals are the real initiators of change. Active participation from the society is needed, and giving out small change to child buskers does not change anything.

IESR's looking for a new Extractive Industries Programme Officer!

2009-09-30T09:41:00.000+02:00

The Institute for Essential Services Reform (IeSR), a small but powerful Non Governmental Organization working on energy, electricity and climate change issues, in Jakarta, is looking for dynamic and vibrant young people to fill up a position on

Extractive Industries Program Officer

She/He will responsible to assist the implementation of extractive industries program in the institute together with the program coordinator. Main task will include: assisting the implementation of research activities, international networking & advocacy with other ASEAN countries, management of activities, writing reports, papers and proposal and develop IESR’s extractive industries program activities. Responsibilities would also include building partnership and networking with civil society organization.

Key requirements are:

Having a strong passion to work in non-governmental sector and want to learn people’s struggle;

University graduate, preferably in engineering, environment, economics (development study), or equivalent works experience, advance degree will be an advantage;

Good understanding on Extractive Industries sector and issues;

Excellent research and writing skills;

Excellent English language skills, especially English writing & skills are a key requirement;

At least have 1 year experience working in public or non-governmental organization (NGOs);

International advocacy, campaigning or networking experience

Able to work in independent and in the team;

Honest, brave, creative, and smart;

Willing to travel and working with community.

Interested applicants are invited to send a written application consisting of:

Application letter,
Curriculum Vitae (CV) and,
A short essay (600 – 1000 words) about extractive industries issues in Indonesia or other ASEAN countries.

Application must be received before October 20th 2009, please send to recruitment[dot]iesr[at]gmail[dot]com, please write in the subject line: Application for Extractive Industries Program Officer.

hiatus.. schmiatus...

2009-07-19T06:45:00.002+02:00

wow.. this has been a long hiatus :p
and it has not end yet xD
still can not make the time to sit and blog
but i updated my twitter quite regularly :p
and my facebook...
twitter being the most often.
gonna do another blog make-over after this..

until then.. ciao ciao ;)

Blur : Midlife

2009-06-17T03:41:00.001+02:00

so you want to be a gypsy?

2009-05-25T15:45:00.002+02:00

sometimes i thought that i want too little out of life, or too general, not specific: happiness in this world and of course the hereafter. I tried to make it more specific, did self-searching, focus more on myself.. did things that make me happy.. it didnt work. i turned out to be super-selfish.
so i concluded that maybe i can never be like those people with high dreams and aspirations, have specific objectives and goals, what to pursue in their life. well, i know i could if i want to, but all these times i found out that i cant really focus on myself :p people told me that you have to know what you want in this life. what if im just one of those ppl who dont want a lot of things..or am i the only one? :P Like.. why go to Holland? honestly the only thing that passed my mind was 'the adventure' :p
why work in NGO? coz its adventurous, you never knew when you get the money, and you can travel.. plus you get to help other ppl, and even got paid!
of course i like money, all the nice things you could buy with it. and i like working, do/create stuffs.. so i can never see myself as an investor who just put money somewhere and let it grow (yet) xp and definitely, i dont want to be a burden to anyone. i dont know, im 24 so myb its already to late to change my mind-set.
i know i did a lot of bad/irresponsible things in the past. some of them came out of arrogance when i got too comfortable with my life. so maybe i am not allowed to be too comfy coz then i'd forget about othr ppl.. and Him.
....
myb ppl will say 'you wont say the same thing when ure rich&successful'. umm yea.. im still doubting if i will ever reach that stage...
i dont know.. myb i had a too happy childhood xD no worries and carefree..
or myb its the weather..
oh living up to parents' expectations? my parents are pretty laid-back.. the kind of parents who'd love you just the way you are..
so tell me, should i be worried? xD
*sigh

--an extended version of my text msg to DaD

days so long, when you're young

2009-05-20T15:05:00.005+02:00

i can really listen to Harriet Wheeler's sweet voice any time of the day <3

Town lights shining,
this is the place for me now.
Blurred - loving every word.
This hill, yourself, and I.

‘Found Songs’

Day I | II | III | IV | V | VI | VII

2009-05-18T11:48:00.001+02:00

this is what a friend told me when i told him about my 'problems':

11:43:29 AM:
whoa.... you should go home and get married

tsk.. tsk.. tsk..

2009-05-17T21:37:00.002+02:00

Portishead - Glory Box

I'm so tired, of playing
Playing with this bow and arrow
Gonna give my heart away
Leave it to the other girls to play
For I've been a temptress too long..

2009-05-16T22:30:00.002+02:00

7 pounds.
a movie that left me feeling
extremely empty
extremely hollow
i swear i could somehow feel how ben thomas might feel.
bizarre.
will smith really notched up his acting skills.
that sad wry face of his..
reminds me of another actor
but dont remember who -_-
aargh. made me want to curl up inside my blanket,
and listen to jimi goodwin's mournful voice..

and you will mock me for being overtly dramatic

iseng

2009-05-16T11:36:00.004+02:00

i posted a reply on a facebook status this morning.. its really silly.. :p something i did when i just woke up, a bit dazed, n found a rhyming competition.. (ok it wasnt but felt like that to me.. lol)

Ulma Nurriva Haryanto op 16 mei om 9:01
sparrow and crow
both dont know
sticky marshmallow will clamp their maw
they fly too low
became too slow
poor bird can't eat no more
no shallow thats too narrow
nothing hollow to follow
for them there's no tomorrow
birds should not eat marshmallow
but how could they know
nature's stone's throw
when their fore
slashed open by the king's arrow

morale: the king likes to shoot birds when he has nothing to do. if you're a bird dont eat marshmallow.

and the previous lines goes like this (othr names r hidden to protect their privacy :p)

I: am i too shallow to swallow?

Gisteren om 3:41

Ulma Nurriva Haryanto op 15 mei om 11:39
only when you follow the hollow..

D: om 1:48 op 16 mei via Facebook Mobile
maybe u need marshmallow

lick them, chew it slow

but don't just swallow

so you'll forget all the sorrow

n see a better light tomorrow

that the world is not that narrow

(from a friend's note)

I om 3:38 op 16 mei via Facebook Mobile
would she be a sparrow or another crow?
That i don't know

yeah.. its full of sticky stuff, swallowing, chewing n licking...n dead birds o_O

2009-05-11T01:47:00.001+02:00

(re-post from elvin's).

An old Grandfather said to his grandson, who came to him with anger at a friend who had done him an injustice,

“Let me tell you a story.I too, at times, have felt a great hate for those that have taken so much, with no sorrow for what they do.

But hate wears you down, and does not hurt your enemy. It is like taking poison and wishing your enemy would die. I have struggled with these feelings many times.”

He continued,

“It is as if there are two wolves inside me. One is good and does no harm. He lives in harmony with all around him, and does not take offense when no offense was intended. He will only fight when it is right to do so, and in the
right way.

But the other wolf, ah! He is full of anger. The littlest thing will set him into a fit of temper. He fights everyone, all the time, for no reason. He cannot think because his anger and hate are so great. It is helpless anger,for his anger will change nothing.

Sometimes, it is hard to live with these two wolves inside me, for both of them try to dominate my spirit.”

The boy looked intently into his Grandfather’s eyes and asked,

“Which one wins, Grandfather?”

The Grandfather smiled and quietly said, “The one I feed.”

well for me it doesnt have to be anger and hate.. its also for all the bad things in you.

i guess everybody's gotta learn sometime..

..yuu gottaheff ayyee..

2009-05-10T03:27:00.006+02:00

nyahaha im sad.
every time i tried to lift up the mood.
be happy, make it easier for myself
things will go wrong.
its my fault, i know..
things look okay, n then not, n then its ok again,
n then i said something n then
...

n the anxiety attack:
heart beating faster, breathing gets harder,
chest hurting, head almost explodes.
n i wonder if im strong enough
its going to be a long month.
i wonder if im gonna survive :p
either these anxiety attacks will kill me first, or just me..
i can also throw it away, like i used to

perseverance is hard.
for the meantime just try to communicate happy positive stuffs.
...

Ulm's Vegetarian Strogatelle

2009-05-06T01:15:00.007+02:00

when i do something n its fun, i dont want to get too serious about it. (lately just realised that its not a good idea to apply it on a relationship). one of those things that i considered as 'fun' is cooking. for me cooking is leisure, apart from doing it to fulfil basic necessity of feeding. im still learning, try out recipes as much as i can..

so today i made a "Vegetarian Strogatelle" (click for original recipe). The original name was Beef Strogataki, it's spposed to be a cross-breed of beef stroganoff and shirataki fettucine noodles the recipe called for. N mine's vegegetarian strogatelle coz i modified the beef to vegetarian meatballs, n used tagliatelle instead of fettuccine :p its simple n easy.. nyahaha.. wntd to try it out coz i nvr used the gravy mix+yoghurt+cheese wedges combination bfore..

Ingredients:
250 gr of vegetarian meatballs
400 gr of tagliatelle
1.5 cup sliced mushrooms
1 cup thinly sliced onion
2 wedges The Laughing Cow Swiss cheese, room temperature (also yummy as snacks ^^)
2 tsp. dry au jus gravy mix (vlees jus)
2 tsp. plain yogurt
salt and black pepper, to taste
olive oil

Directions:
Cook tagliatelle. Here's how my uncle taught me do it: mix salt, (olive) oil when boiling the pasta. normally they take 6 mins. to cook (check the packaging), make sure u stir 'em occasionally, check the texture, cooked pasta should be all tender n smooth (u can taste it if u want). n then drain the water, splash shortly with cold running water. Set aside.

Pour some olive oil on a pan to medium-high heat on the stove. Cook meat in the pan until fully cooked. Set aside.

Combine gravy mix with 1 cup water and stir until dissolved. Carefully pour mixture into the pan (over medium-high heat on the stove). Add mushrooms and onion, and cook until veggies are tender and sauce has thickened, about 7 - 10 minutes.

Add cheese wedge and stir until melted. Add yogurt and stir well, until sauce appears uniform and ingredients are thoroughly combined.

Add noodles and meatballs to the pan, and mix until completely coated. Season to taste with salt and pepper, and eat up!

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other stuffs that i like to do:
going to the beach! (thanks elvin for the trip to the edge of the world :p)
lie there under the big blue blue sky, the warmth of the sun, the smell of seawater, the rush of waves.. perfect <3
exploring! go jungle trekking n stuff.
doodle :3
and one day i want to go canoeing again!

2009-05-05T09:23:00.004+02:00

..need to take that bus,
Goodbyes aren't all that good..

(The Radio Dept. - Bus)

more rawdy

2009-05-04T15:38:00.002+02:00

A mad driver driving the car of the future

An imaginary Ford Focus

2009-05-03T20:13:00.004+02:00

changing blog theme.. (and title =p)
bye bye <:3)~* di sini ada tikus.. we had great fun =']

~~...harusnya sebelum diganti screenshot dulu tadi ya... -_- bodoh~~

(Thank you, google..)

rehab day 3 or where am i?

2009-05-01T08:23:00.003+02:00

i usually dont really care about what other ppl say/think.. dont care about 'credibility'.. following my own weird drumbeats.. but lately what ive done was messing with my own life and other ppl's..
myb locking myself away from the society is better xp
i guess im gonna stick with this 'lifestyle' for awhile..

meh.. okay okay.. not locking myself away.. that's too dramatized...

rehab day 2 or sticky chicken day

2009-04-30T03:58:00.007+02:00

ze ingrédients:
chicken (obviously)
lemon
pepper
thyme
parsley
honey (or any other substance to make it sticky.. but prefrably honey..)
soy sauce
olive oil
(sherry) vinegar
a head of garlic (or yours.. doesnt matter, but it gotta be sliced)

ze opération
heat oil, chop chicken to pieces, fry until chicken changes colour.
sprinkle in pepper, 1-2 tbsp soy sauce, vinegar, n 3-4 tbsp oil
slice lemon, spread evenly on top of chicken.. wait 4-5 minutes
add garlic, some water, cook some more until chicken gets brownish/caramel colour
add 3 tbsp honey then sprinkle in the thyme
chop parsley, sprinkle over chicken..
stir em a bit..
and done :D

via mr. Kunto via youtube

...
and now for the less happy note..

i hate you.. for no reason
cause actually i hate myself..
maybe i hate you for making me hate myself..
but in the end i just hate myself more for hating you for making me hate myself..
i hate this world -_-

btw, reached sura 9. At-Taubah (Repentance) or Al Bara'ah (Ultimatum).. I dont know why one prefer one name than the other.. It's the only sura in Koran that does not start with Basmallah. RK convinced that it's related to the mathematical pattern of Koran that makes it safe from tampering. ...and, he concluded that this Sura ends at verse 127. The last two verses, verse 128 and 129 are.. fake.

rehab day 1

2009-04-29T03:00:00.004+02:00

after.. the whole post-break up mess thing. (includes: asked mr. ex to come back, sent frantic emails, texts to him, his mum, my parents, bugging my bestfriends for hours.. bitching complaining.. whining.. *sigh the whole roller-coaster of "i want him back" "no i dont" "i miss him" "im just gonna torture that poor guy")

lemme see its been.. 10 days? i kept a "manual" journal. means its not digital.. old fashioned pen and paper-diary =D

i promised myself (well also encouraged by mr. ex) to.. fix my life. be stronger. the whole package. and since i dont really have anything to do =p no need to go outside or socialize or have any activity like any normal ppl do xp basically sentencing myself to the lifestyle of a hermit =p (Uhm wait.. i hv always been... kinda.. sorta......)

so i decided to go back to God. Challenge myself kind of thing. I just passed one day of doing the 5 contact prayers.. it's TOUGH. i havent done it for a long time. and i didnt want it to be just prayers, i wanted it to be where i really concentrated on the dua's that i cited,their meanings, tasbih afterwards, read verses from the Koran and their meaning, think about it,use it in my closing dua, and end the "ritual" with a 'gratitude sujud'. afterwards i checkd the indonesian translation with the one from rashad kalifa (there are a lot of controversies on him, but i like his works.. and my Dad likes him, so.. =p but umm yea i know i shouldnt follow him 'blindly'. but this is by far what i got.).. i mean those indonesian translation sometimes sounds confusing. No wonder ppl lost interest in reading them and concentrate more on tajwid and how to make beautiful noises out of it. Dad installed RK's 'Quran- The Final Testament' (he got it from a friend of his.. there r some programmes available here, but none of them is what i have) when he was here and its really handy. Complete with footnotes and appendices.

And try to.. let's say.. be "pure" again. Like, try to completely surrender my soul to God. Which actually requires me to trust my own "soul" and believe in it. And its hard. Im used to being sceptic and not believing. especially towards myself.

and so.. i decided to "rehab" myself.. for at least 3 days xD well, i want to see if i can go through the 3 days and continue it.. for a week... i mean.. its hard.. i think.. especially umm if im done 'rehab'-ing, and want to live 'righteous'ly, understand Koran and try to apply it in daily life.. geez.. i dunno when that day would come or will i even reach that stage. this has only been one day, 5 prayers, and 104 verses.. it's already felt heavy =p especially when u read those verses and realised ure not living your life the way you're spposed to be. *sigh and yea, a lot to remember.. a lot of things need to be applied..

The real test is the "world out there". For example, "When the devil whispers to you any whisper, seek refuge in God; He is Hearer, Omniscient. Those who are righteous, whenever the devil approaches them with an idea, they remember (God), whereupon they become seers" (Indonesian translation version: they can see that its the devil) - The Purgatory/Al A'Raaf 200-201.

Seems pretty simple but .. u bet know that its hard xD u cant always.. remember. even if i stay at home, i still have this urge to b*tch n moan.. and when i go outside.. i meet people.. see stuffs.. and people here dont care about God.. and they're fine.. of course the Koran said they wouldnt be fine in the Hereafter, but they dont even believe in the Hereafter. They're enjoying the moment! Whats not a bigger temptation than that? =p

And I just finished the 8th Sura 'Spoils of War' (Al Anfaal).. it really got interesting stuffs. And and i think moslems should read their Koran everyday, not only citing madly to those arabic letters, but also its meanings. Also I know in Indonesia, people are a bit discouraged from learning the Koran cause they have to learn to read this whole new language with its weird symbols and rules... My dad was one of them =p but thank God he awesomely overcame it and after that he always showered us with the beauty and wonder of our religion (love you, Dad)..

when i was a kid i was pretty proud of myself who could do all 5 prayers in a day (still remember that Dad only obliged me to do the Subuh and the Maghrib ones), read the Koran,... and i thought my life would be fine.. but NOOOOOO.. its not that easy... =p And i know, here, its hard to do all 5 prayers (my excuse at least). . I skipped once or twice and then decided to 'go easy' on myself and ended up never really doing it =p and i started to do other, many unrighteous things as well.. (pls dont ask about it =p)

umm yea.. so we'll see.. am i gonna disappoint myself as usual.. or .. not.. uhm 2 days to go.. haha..

And let me close the post with this:

Thus, you should not grieve over anything you miss, nor be proud of anything He has bestowed upon you. God does not love those who are boastful, proud. (Iron/Al-Hadeed:57)

Ahum.. God bless you all =]

all hail everything shiny..!

2009-04-26T18:14:00.004+02:00

From my little sister's blog

My brother Rawdy has turned his own room into a (pretend) country named "Metal Man" -,- Yeah, I know, it doesn't make any sense at all and it sounds silly, but it's true!

A few days ago, he made ID cards for me, my mom, my older sister and even my maid, so we can enter "Negara Metal Man" by showing that ID card (that was made from paper with crayon writings on it).
After he made ID cards, he started to make some rules to enter "Negara Metal Man", and then he sticked it on the wall..

And he made a flag too! xD

aawwww...

2009-04-24T15:34:00.003+02:00

i mean, look at her.. we both got the bangs xD envy her wavy hair tho.. how come she has it? can i already pass as her classmate?

*ngarep*
me n my sister have 7 years difference

i'll give myself a one-liner

2009-04-23T02:25:00.008+02:00

"Passive-aggressive bullsh*t..."

Someday I will walk away and say
You disappoint me
Maybe you're better off this way
...
Why can't you turn and face me?
Why can't you turn against me?

(A Perfect Circle-Passive)

u know ure getting old, when...

2009-04-23T01:35:00.005+02:00

u like the songs that u disliked 10 years ago, coz u thought it was "too old" or "too serious" or "boring". i found out that i now like bands such as mr. big and better than ezra.. 10 years ago i was more into backstreet boys and spice girls =p

u looked at the stuffs u wrote/done in the past and realised that u miss being that youthful person.. =p

and last but not least, u tried to look 10 years younger

something old

2009-04-22T16:56:00.004+02:00

i wrote this stuff 4 years ago xD
when things were a lot easier..
neah not really..
was one of my toughest periods but luckily i got a good friend to cheer me up and talk about stupid stuffs with xD
more can be found here

A letter for Aurelvin

dear aurelvin,

akhir2 ini ibu tiri dan saudara2ku sering sekali memberi tugas macam2.. dari yang mencuci tisu, sampai menyemir sepatu hitam dgn semir warna putih dan menyemir sepatu putih dgn semir hitam..

mungkin habis ini mereka juga bakal nyuruh saya motong rumput pake gunting kuku sambil pake penutup mata :'(

jadi maaf saya ga bisa sering2 kontak kmu. What can i do is to write you something every time i'm going to bed, and give it to my beloved favorite pet house mice, Ratso.. oh hari ini Ratso dan teman2nya baik sekali, kamu tau ga klo kemaren ayah mengirimkan satu paket graham crackers.. dan tentu saja semuanya diambil oleh ibu dan kakak2, tanpa menyisakan satu pun untukku (graham crackers di kala itu sangat langka dan mahal, -red.)

dan aku tidak tahu bagaimana mereka melakukannya, tapi ketika aku membuka pintu kamarku malam ini, dengan tangan belepotan semir putih dan hitam, di mejaku sudah ada satu bungkus graham crackers..

dari mana aku tahu kalau itu dari Ratso?
well.. di sebelahnya ada beberapa butir tai tikus, so.. i figured itu signaturenya si ratso (sperti zorro dgn tanda Z-nya)

ya begitu saja cerita dariku hari ini..

please give my regards to ur nice aunts :)
how's ur make up and sewing lessons btw?
i think ur aunts are right, you have to learn on those kinds of stuffs
kmu kan tidak bisa selamanya mengandalkan wajahmu yang cantik dan suaramu yg semerdu burung itu.. although i really2 miss ur voice, aurel :)

take care n lots of love from me,

Cinderulm

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And now in English :P

Dear Aurelvin,

My step mother and sisters have been given me all sorts of tasks lately.. They told me to wash tissue napkins, while polishing black shoes with a white polish and polishing white shoes with a black polish..

Perhaps after all that they would also tell me to trim the lawn with a nail-cutter blindfolded :'(

So sorry that I haven't been able to write you sooner. All i can i do is to write you something every time i'm going to bed, and give it to my beloved favorite pet house mice, Ratso.. oh today Ratso and his friends has been extremely lovely. Yesterday daddy sent me a pack of Graham crackers.. which was of course being taken away from me by evil stepmother, leaving me with nothing. (Graham crackers is an expensive commodity)

I dont know how they've done it. But as I opened the door to my room tonight (my hands all dirty and spotted with white and black shoe polish), there it was.. a pack of Graham crackers..

Now how would I know that it's Ratso's doing? Well.. laying next to it were a few tiny pieces of rat droppings. So.. i figured it's Ratso's signature, just like Zorro with his 'Z' carvings.

Well, that's all for now.

Please give my regards to your nice aunts :)
How's your make-up and sewing lessons by the way?
I think your aunts are right, you have to learn those kinds of things.
You cant forever count on your pretty face and birdlike voice.. Although i really2 miss ur voice, aurel :)

Take care and lots of love from me,

Cinderulm

Slumdog “Destroyed My Family"

2009-04-22T13:46:00.005+02:00

The ugly family situation of Rubina Ali, the nine-year-old Slumdog Millionaire actress, continues to worsen, according to The Times of London. Photographers captured a physical fight between Rubina's mother and stepmother over claims that the girl's father tried to sell her in an illegal adoption deal. Now, Sana Ali, Rubina's 13-year-old sister, said her father had driven her from the Mumbai slum home she shared with her siblings and stepmother. "My father said I was unwanted and Rubina was more precious," she said. "Abba [father] cared for us well before Slumdog ... The Oscar has destroyed my family." Sana also said that she knew about the alleged adoption negotiations.

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The Times of London and Hindustan Times