Updates

Bunnies!

Remember the sad and gruesome story of little Miffy the hamster? I went home yesterday, and my dad handed me and my sister baby bunnies (Angora). Mine is the male, Lino, and he looks JUST like Max the old dead hamster, but one of his back paws is dark brown. Whiffy  is the female, owned by Iris. She looks exactly like Chippy!
They are adorable and so cute. Okay, now the next update!

Freedom!

So..Indonesia declared independence on the 17th of August, 1945. That means in a few days, my whole country celebrates Independence Day (Hari Kemerdekaan). 

We play traditional games, like a cracker eating race, egg'n'spoon, singing competitions, and other things. Me and my friend, Hayu', were training Iris and a neighbour, Runa, to sing "Guruku" for the singing contest. Guruku means "Teacher". 

See ya guys on my next post!

R.I.P Miffy

Yesterday, I was going to visit my relatives in another city. Before leaving, I played with my favorite hamster, Miffy. I forgot to shut the latch.
I went off to my aunts house, and that's when I realised. But I tried to ignore the panicky feeling.
Then when it was night, we had dinner at another relative's house. I kept on telling my mum, "Miffy! Miffy!"
But she said he was probably alright, Insya Allah. It turns out Allah had wanted me to learn a lesson.
I went home and saw an ugly, worm-tailed rat bound from the shadows and hide in the bathroom. I called my dad, and he was going to get the sticky rat-catcher, but Iris defiantly refused. "Don't," she said. "What if there's still a hamster?"
I saw my hamster's cage, the latch quite open. Vifa, my other hamster, and mother of Miffy, jumped about in her cage. I saw worry painted into her wise, old eyes.
I looked behind the sofa to find a horrifying sight.
Miffy, my baby hamster, one of his paws bloodily torn off. "Miff!" I whispered. "Miff, wake up. Miffy! Miffy!"
But my hamster would rise no more. It was a lesson Allah meant for me. He was angry that I seldom helped my poor mother cook and clean.
My dad buried Miffy Kovi near my older hamster, Max.
Inalilahi wa inna ilaihi roji'un

Rest in peace, my Miffy. I'll see you later.

Book Reviews with Anya (BRWA) The Rainbow Troops

Heheh. I think it's time for some PATRIOTISME. If you all understand what it means.
Okay, okay, it means love for your homeland. Let's just get to the review!
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The Rainbow Troops 

Andrea Hirata

  This charming book, The Rainbow Troops, or, originally Laskar Pelangi is an international best seller. It tells a story of students from a poor school, from the point of view of Ikal, a curly head who is in love with the hands of a Chinese girl.
Trapani, a handsome boy who is obsessed with his mother, Lintang, who's drug is education, and Kucai with a figure of a politician are some of the unique characters of this book. 

"Humour, adrenaline, and the harsh reality of life in Bangka Island, Indonesia, are just the basic ingredients of Andrea Hirata's best seller."

Andrea Hirata's novel is now a movie

The children fight to keep their crooked school from the evil grasp of state owned enterprizes. Bu Muslimah and Pak Harfan try to help, but after the death of their elderly Pak Harfan, things don't look too good. Some students, including Kucai, Samson, Mahar, A Kiong, and, finally, Ikal are tempted by treasure and skip school for their pain staking jobs.
Finally, Bu Mus' young and determined spirit brings them back together to hold the school together.
Will ten children and one teenager be able to save the termite-infested building they call school?
Read Rainbow Troops to find out!

Tips on Life

Excuses on being Late to School

"I don't know."
"My parents lost the key to my cage."
"The bus dropped me off on Mars."
"I was brushing my pet giraffe."
"The bed took me to another dimension."
"My hamster locked the door."
"Someone told me to count my hair."
"Mum made me cook for the whole of Spain."
"I think everybody's too early."

How to Escape from Aliens

Lock the door and make silly noises. If an alien gets into your house, sing "Humpty Dumpty" but change "Humpty dumpty sat on a wall" to "Humpty dumpty sat on a UFO".
This will hypnotise the aliens and make them jump into a UFO.
Wear pink sunglasses all the time and pucker your lips when you talk. Bring a pendulum around and tell the time wrong, so the aliens will think their time on earth is over.

 

JOKES&UPDATES

Q: What do you get if you mixed your principal with a wooden club?
A: A headache

Q: What is a slug?
A: A snail with housing problems

Q:If you threw yourself into a black pond, whaddaya get?
A: Wet

Q: What is a horse plus a sore throat?
A: Hoarse

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Hey guys! Did you know that I'm fasting? Do you even know what fasting IS? Do you even know WHY I'm fasting? Hah? Hah!?
CRACK!
(I smashed the window)
"Anya!!!! I just fixed that!"
"Sorry, mum!"
Now, it is Ramadhan. If you wanna know what that is, then you'd better have Internet and Google.

                                                          ~See Ya!

Hamsterz

Hey guys! A while ago, my new hamsters (Vifa&Koko) had 5 babies! But sadly, 1 died.
Now there are 3 babies left, since I gave one of them to my friend, Adel.
Each of the hamsters have different personalities.
Cooky is clumsy, small, and, let's face it,: a wimp (just like his Papa). Muffin could be hauled all the way across the world, but he wouldn't realise it if you gave him a couple o' kuacis and popcorns.
Miffy is fiesty and strong, and Viko is nibbly (ouch) and a scaredy-hamster.

Wanna-be Writers

Hi guys. You might recall, I moved from Aussie to Indo. Well, I was at a bookstore once. A rack displayed rows of books from the same publisher. It publishes books that Indonesian kids write by theirselves.
I read through a couple of books. 95% of the books were about going overseas, having bestfriends from America, Australia, Japan, Korea. It made me clench my fists. My heart drummed against my chest.
The children showed off. They were about the same age as me, the writers. Yet their books were so.....so wannabe!
A girl wrote about shopping and being rich. Another wrote that she came from multiple backgrounds. Another said she was a rockstar, living in America.
The children were showing off about having mountains of money, fans, and unlimited tickets to America.
They spoke in wanna-be English. It got me tongue-tied and sick. It made me want to punch the walls in anguish.
One day, I was called by my mother. She showed me a magazine. The article featured the negative effects from children writers. The children were fooled my materials. Money, toys, clothes.
They thought foreign countries had everything.
But some writers knew that going into foreign countries wasn't to show off when they wrote a book.
I could never express how much I feel toward those children.
Well, this is Anya.