i like it like it

i have a very fragile heart. like i told you before on my desperate and sound so drunk post before, i was thizzzz close of going insane because of that stab to my heart bouncer and baby sling. im trying so hard to stop thinking about those two, but i cant, today, i finally bought that two!!!!!! woot woot woot!!!!!!

a song to our parents

i just downloaded a complete albums of disney's children songs for my daughter and i found this beautiful song that reminds me of my parents,

I picked the reddest apple from the tree

It was the finest one that I could see

I saved it all except a bite or two, just for you

I carried home the groceries from the store

I wanted to be helpful with a chore

I put them all away except a few, just for you

Someday I’ll be grown up too.

And if I can I’ll grow up just like you.

I ate up all my lunch just like you said

But I think there was a little too much bread

And so I left the crust when I was through, just for you.

Someday I’ll be grown up too.

If I can I’ll grow up just like you.

Just one more thing before I go to bed

And everything I have to say is said

There’s something special that I’d like to do

Here’s a kiss, just for you.

while listening to this special song, i thought it only fitting to devote some blog space to talking about my parents. i know, it cliche to answer this question, "who is your personal hero(s)?", but sometimes it just undeniable true. if everyone else who answer that question in a similar fashion is fortunate enough to have as phenomenal parents as i do, then they are truly blessed, because i know i am. not only set a prefect example of how to be a good parents ( thought for their sake, i wish they wouldn't worry too much ), but they were a role model for how to be an exceptional human being.

they did teach me how to share, make me finish everything i started, and tell me to be nice. they consistently show me thru their actions how to speak up and how to stand strong when defending my self. i was also incredibly lucky to be told throughout my childhood that i could grow up to be whatever i wanted to be. and i am thankful for that for what i've become today.

so this song is for you, my amazing parents. i love you too much. i hope you're safe and sound and happy in where ever side of the world you are.

ps: i do wish someday my daughter will sing me this song and say exact the same thing as i said today.

BROTHER

i've been blogging like almost 2 years and i've never write a single thing about the most special guy in my whole life, my brother. His name is Hario Riki Pratama, Riki for short, was born September 5, 1993, with a special need. My brother is an autistic. Down Syndrome to be exact. My mom said, down syndrome is a genetic abnormality on chromosome number. i dont know much about the chromosomes, all i know my brother was born special. there are reasons why i have never mention about him. if you asked me if i embarrassed, im not gonna lie, i was embarrassed once. long long time ago. but if you asked why i was embarrassed, my answer is because im afraid. im afraid of what other people think about my brother. people are very easy to call someone with special need as an "idiot". and that is what i feared the most.

time goes by. the day when my father died, my brother was the only person who did not cry, he said, ..daddy is in my heart now. my father died 2 days before his birthday but my brother was the strongest among us all. and since that day, my brother was the one who always strengthened me, strengthened us all. he always makes sure that my mom safe, and we are safe. my brother was never such a trouble, like most other boys at his age. he wasnt interested in the formal education, he prefers art. most of the time he spent at home. and i think this is God's miracle for all of us, He took my dad so early, but He gave us Riki to always keeps us together and not apart.

today, if you ask me about my brother, i will not embarrass anymore and i will not afraid anymore. im proud to have a brother like him. he keeps the light on in our home. he keeps us stick together as a family, even after i got married. so this is a short story about my autistic brother named Riki, the most special guy in my whole life.

here's some of Riki's drawing

there are still so many of them. soon i will upload all of them, or even make him an album for his great great arts. i think he is a very good artist, even better than me who have studied like almost 3 years in design and art :p Riki has just finished doing Hernia Surgery and is in healing. lets hope Riki get well really really soon :)

xoxo from me and Riki

happiest birthday Aika :)

remember my friend Aika? the pretty one from Philippine? She's having her birthday on July 13. so here is a little sumthing from me to her. i asked tirto to join me but he's too shy to do so. he says hi, cant wait to see you in 4 days. love you doll.

hope you'll love it as much as i love you.

i wish i could teleport

from the place where i am writing now, i could see the blue sky and i could feel the heat touches my skin. and then my though flies far far away to the most perfect place i want to be right now in this sunny summer day. uh, if only traveling is not that expensive :(

HAPPIEST BIRTHDAY MUM

last thursday was my mum birthday. which, incidentally happened on the same day as my uncle's birthday. so my big family decided to go on short vacation in town to celebrate their birthday. my grandmother, all my cousins, uncles and aunties were gathered here in Bandung. for me, that was a very rare situation to have all my family here in the town. because except lebaran, we rarely get together like this because most of them are live in other cities and because of their busyness. so, last weekend was special.

this year my mum reached 49 years old. even tho she looks very young and fresh and healthy, i know she is not that young anymore. my mum has become a single parent for almost 7 years. and for that 7 years, she has done amazing things. she raised me, my sister and my brother great. she has successfully led my sister to her dream, going to school in Japan. she has successfully led me to become a wife and a mother to be. she has successfully led my brother to become a healthy and smart and funny kid with an amazing talent of drawing ( you should check out my brother's drawing, its crazy beautiful!). she has successfully not only become a good mother, but also a good friend for all us. well, at least for me.

its a year before her 50. i guess its our turn now to make her happy. to make her life more colorful than before. to make her dreams come true. to give her support that we have got from her all our entire life. thank you mum. not for everything you have gave me, but thank you for being you. for always being my mother no matter what. thank you mum for always forgive me. for always be a home for me. for being the best teacher and the best friend in the world. i love you so much more than everything and limitless. i adore you mom. you're superstar :)

my mum and my uncle

mum's surprise birthday

ps: last monday, i went to my doctor. its good to know that our baby is fine and it is SHE. im so excited. IM HAVING A DAUGHTER! wish me and the baby best of luck and a good health ya!

The Return Of My Sister

as i said before, my overseas sister finally came home last month. she brought a lot of stuff, a lot of stories ( that i must listen ) and a lot of photos ( that i must see ). im happy to be home again with her. not gonna lie to you, i miss her so much. my sister and i are not like the other sisters. if you hear the word "sisters", you would think about 2 girls with a lot of in common. but my sister and i, dont even think about it. we spend most of the time with fighting. she's Japanese minded and me, i adore American. thats why we speak very different language about coolness, except Britney Spears. but speaking about language, my sister and i have our own language that both of us are the only creature who understand it. so gather up again with her means, i could use that language again :p so here's some photos about her coming home. my mom and my brother both very happy welcoming her. me too of course, but writing sweet things like this about her is only bullshiting, because no longer from now, we will fighting again and start cat calling at each other again...just like the old times! but i guess that is what sisters all about, to make everything stays still like the old times :)