<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12729369</id><updated>2011-07-08T09:58:05.384+10:00</updated><category term='cooking'/><category term='story'/><category term='Islam'/><category term='pictures'/><category term='reading'/><category term='education'/><category term='farhan'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='puisi'/><category term='politics'/><category term='holiday'/><category term='philanthropy'/><category term='games'/><category term='renungan'/><category term='school'/><category term='activities'/><category term='conference'/><category term='book'/><category term='children education'/><category term='letter'/><category term='movie'/><category term='Australia'/><category term='disaster'/><category term='scouts'/><category term='mengaji'/><category term='Indonesia'/><category term='mothers day'/><category term='study'/><category term='elkana'/><category term='family'/><category term='video'/><category term='certificate'/><category term='taekwondo'/><category term='film'/><category term='friend'/><category term='Multikulturalism'/><title type='text'>De Carle Family</title><subtitle type='html'>A Journal of an Indonesian Family</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Amelia Fauzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11977901009869289545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>113</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12729369.post-8927648610080382700</id><published>2009-11-09T10:44:00.006+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T16:20:27.707+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Multikulturalism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='renungan'/><title type='text'>strawberry field</title><content type='html'>It was a perfect day,&lt;br /&gt;perfect weather,&lt;br /&gt;perfect view,&lt;br /&gt;perfect shopping,&lt;br /&gt;perfect crowd from many different nationalities&lt;br /&gt;and colors (including many nice dogs),&lt;br /&gt;perfect song,&lt;br /&gt;but without perfect persons...,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in the Central Park, Manhattan, New York, walking by myself, tried to enjoy everything: nice puppies and dogs, cute looking children, runners, cyclists, tourists with their cameras and funny actions, sellers like&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; kaki lima&lt;/span&gt; found in most streets in Jakarta, and small bicycle-carts, I don't know the name, but it really like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;becak&lt;/span&gt;, which went by and made Manhattan more crowded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked along the West part of the park, from Colombus circle to the place called Strawberry field. If you are a fan of  John Lennon, you must know this place. John Lennon was used to hang out there and was shot dead there too (If people gave me correct stories...). Its a shady circle area, surrounded by trees, where it has three paths from West, North and South. I sat in one of benches surrounded this small area, looking to the middle of the circle, on the ceramic tile where&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; “&lt;/span&gt;imagine&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“ &lt;/span&gt;was written and became focus of attention of all people there.  I was about to cry, not remembering how Lenon died, but moved by many roses set there. It is how wonderful the way people show their love and affection. About ten meters from that circle to the West, another crowd singing happily. They sang together with the street musicians who were about 12 persons bringing guitars, bass, and small drums, Beatles songs! The place is only ten meters from Lenon's (well, Yoko Ono's) apartment, its just separated by a road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I joined the crowd and enjoyed few songs. I watched the surrounding. People of different color, gender, age, ideologies, nationalities, sang together with passion. The atmosphere was wonderful. One song that most crowd sang loudly (not included dogs... for sure!) was &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;all I need is love..., all I need is love..., all I need is love, love. Love is all you need.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“ &lt;/span&gt;Passion and love united peoples no matter they have differences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, its almost a prefect song, if my beloved ones were with me there.&lt;br /&gt;I miss you, Amir, Elka and Farhan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12729369-8927648610080382700?l=decarlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8927648610080382700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12729369&amp;postID=8927648610080382700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/8927648610080382700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/8927648610080382700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/2009/11/strawberry-field.html' title='strawberry field'/><author><name>Amelia Fauzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11977901009869289545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12729369.post-584185586144237156</id><published>2009-11-07T13:07:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T13:40:29.360+11:00</updated><title type='text'>a tribute and prayers for my beloved brother</title><content type='html'>It has been so long since the last time I wrote in this blog. What made me write again is my admiration of my brother, mas Oce, for the way he fights his leukemia and his love to family, and also his nice writings/stories. I like his writing. He should publish his writings, I believe, not only because they are beautiful, but also because they are important lessons and knowledge about life and leukemia.  I cried many times when I read his stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Telling you the truth, I just knew him well recently. Even though we went to the same Islamic boarding school in Jakarta in 80s. I knew he was such a rebellious person, but has very good heart. At the school I was not shame to the fact that my brother was notorious person, haha. I remember the moment he lent his arm to my shoulder when I was afraid of his friends who yelled to him and me.  I knew he complained many times to my parents as he knew that I should have more clothes, etc. It seems that each of us in the family did not know each other. I began to know him well since he married to mbak Harni, and specifically when he was diagnosed with leukemia. I heard that in 2004 when I was in Melbourne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like his dedication and attentions to his wife and children. I think his small family is very strong one. Harun and Zahra know well what happened to his father. Mbak Harni is very strong woman. May this family are blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, shortly, I would like to pay a tribute to him. He is a hero to me. I hope he keeps strong to fight the leukemia in his body, and gives his love to his family and friends, and keep writing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See his writing entitles *Ruang* in his blog: http://ocekojiro.wordpress.com/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love from New York.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12729369-584185586144237156?l=decarlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/584185586144237156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12729369&amp;postID=584185586144237156' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/584185586144237156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/584185586144237156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/2009/11/tribute-and-prayers-for-my-beloved.html' title='a tribute and prayers for my beloved brother'/><author><name>Amelia Fauzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11977901009869289545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12729369.post-6759573358498370190</id><published>2008-06-25T19:22:00.008+10:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:51:58.562+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mothers day'/><title type='text'>Mother's day My day</title><content type='html'>My favourite day is mother day.&lt;br /&gt;Last May I got these two sweet cards from Elkana and Farhan.&lt;br /&gt;And a bunch of flowers!  from... Amir!&lt;br /&gt;I love flowers!  I mean,&lt;br /&gt;I love you guys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/SGISelBm-oI/AAAAAAAAAR0/uL3N5lL7KFM/s1600-h/mother+day+fr+elka1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/SGISelBm-oI/AAAAAAAAAR0/uL3N5lL7KFM/s400/mother+day+fr+elka1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215751634992691842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/SGIR6G-VKuI/AAAAAAAAARs/2JuUyqEuIQo/s1600-h/farhan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/SGIR6G-VKuI/AAAAAAAAARs/2JuUyqEuIQo/s400/farhan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215751008450587362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/SGIPP_T_TAI/AAAAAAAAARk/RUxNUNEm60o/s1600-h/anggrek.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/SGIPP_T_TAI/AAAAAAAAARk/RUxNUNEm60o/s400/anggrek.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215748085816183810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12729369-6759573358498370190?l=decarlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6759573358498370190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12729369&amp;postID=6759573358498370190' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/6759573358498370190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/6759573358498370190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/2008/06/mothers-day-my-day.html' title='Mother&apos;s day My day'/><author><name>Amelia Fauzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11977901009869289545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/SGISelBm-oI/AAAAAAAAAR0/uL3N5lL7KFM/s72-c/mother+day+fr+elka1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12729369.post-5081108687535840972</id><published>2008-06-19T19:04:00.007+10:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:51:59.601+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Jehan, our new hero from India...</title><content type='html'>Yippieee...! We have a new family member. His name is Jehan Shahdar Raushanara. Hmm its really Indian taste. I like Jehan. Its the name of one of famous sultans of India in the history. But I don't know the rest. BTW, congratulations Tante Elina and Om Ryan. I am sure Jehan will bring your life more colorful. (Or its  the other way around? that both of you will bring Jehan's life more colorful). It depends on what Islamic schools of thought are you, Jabariyah or Qadariyah; it does not matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/SFojxD2S1PI/AAAAAAAAARU/x-m8YbKfjVo/s1600-h/Hari+kedua.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/SFojxD2S1PI/AAAAAAAAARU/x-m8YbKfjVo/s320/Hari+kedua.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213518844388365554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tante Lina looks beautiful and more happy. What a joyful of being mum! Where's Om Ryan? Don't you have someone there in Delhi hospital to take the picture of three of you?  Anyway, I could not complain more when I see the picture of Jehan below. Speechless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/SFojcObbjRI/AAAAAAAAARM/hAqWaATjtG0/s1600-h/Senyum+sambil+bobok.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/SFojcObbjRI/AAAAAAAAARM/hAqWaATjtG0/s400/Senyum+sambil+bobok.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213518486451227922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12729369-5081108687535840972?l=decarlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5081108687535840972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12729369&amp;postID=5081108687535840972' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/5081108687535840972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/5081108687535840972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/2008/06/jehan-our-new-hero-from-india.html' title='Jehan, our new hero from India...'/><author><name>Amelia Fauzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11977901009869289545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/SFojxD2S1PI/AAAAAAAAARU/x-m8YbKfjVo/s72-c/Hari+kedua.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12729369.post-8484741450721058957</id><published>2008-04-11T23:29:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T23:46:27.414+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Indonesia'/><title type='text'>Pahlawan Tanpa Tanda Jasa</title><content type='html'>The main song for the Indonesian Choir will be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pahlawan Tanpa Tanda Jasa&lt;/span&gt;. This is a perfect song for a choir. Its melody is beautiful and its theme is awesome for both teachers and students. I think Australian students can also learn it easily. I learned this song when I joined a choir at my primary school, SDN Situgintung II pagi. Here is the lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Terpujilah wahai engkau, ibu bapak guru&lt;br /&gt;Namamu akan selalu hidup, dalam sanubariku&lt;br /&gt;Semua baktimu, akan kuukir di dalam hatiku&lt;br /&gt;S'bagai prasasti trimakasihku tuk pengabdianmu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Engkau sebagai pelita dalam kegelapan&lt;br /&gt;Engkau laksana embun penyejuk dalam kehausan&lt;br /&gt;Engkau patriot pahlawan bangsa&lt;br /&gt;Tanpa tanda jasa&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I dedicated this song for my teachers at SDN Situgintung II Pagi...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12729369-8484741450721058957?l=decarlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8484741450721058957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12729369&amp;postID=8484741450721058957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/8484741450721058957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/8484741450721058957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/2008/04/pahlawan-tanpa-tanda-jasa.html' title='Pahlawan Tanpa Tanda Jasa'/><author><name>Amelia Fauzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11977901009869289545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12729369.post-4825458035493322081</id><published>2008-04-11T17:27:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T23:28:11.538+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philanthropy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children education'/><title type='text'>Indonesian Choir at Moreland Primary School</title><content type='html'>Elkana and Farhan are exited that we will start an Indonesian Choir at Moreland Primary School next week. I will volunteer to teach Indonesian song and culture to a group of students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teaching a choir every week?! Well, I did not expect to have this chance. It is totally different from my PhD research. Last year I taught Elkana, Farhan and their close friends to perform at their school at the farewell program of Sue. She is one of my favourite teacher at Moreland Primary School. After performance, we received excellent response and comments from students and teachers. So they asked me to do that at school this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I know I only have four months before submitting my thesis. I am in a tense writing situation right now. I could easily say no and sorry to the school principal. But, I don't want to see Elkana's and Farhan's  sad faces. The most important inspiration behind my yes decision is Amir. Without his never-ending support I could not manage my time to do this activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows this activity will give me a good Thursday. This is the art of volunteering. In fact, I will teach my own kids and Australian students about Indonesia, which is culturally marginal here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is exiting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12729369-4825458035493322081?l=decarlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4825458035493322081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12729369&amp;postID=4825458035493322081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/4825458035493322081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/4825458035493322081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/2008/04/indonesian-choir-at-moreland-primary.html' title='Indonesian Choir at Moreland Primary School'/><author><name>Amelia Fauzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11977901009869289545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12729369.post-2356806038447642587</id><published>2008-03-06T09:27:00.011+11:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T13:13:06.617+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Islam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Indonesia'/><title type='text'>Ayat-Ayat Cinta: Sebuah Dekonstruksi yang Cerdas dan Menawan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Brilliant&lt;/span&gt;! Film Ayat-Ayat Cinta ini sungguh sarat pesan moral, yang disuguhkan dengan paduan gambar dan suara yang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ciamik&lt;/span&gt;, dan puisi yang indah dan filosofis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pesan moralnya berkisar pada agama dan sosial, dan menyentuh hampir semua ranah: dari persoalan pacaran dalam Islam, studi Islam, ketidakadilan, cinta dan patah hati, kekerasan dalam rumah tangga, hubungan Islam and the West, konsep perempuan dalam Islam, purdah, hubungan Islam-Kristen, sampai poligami dalam Islam! Sulit untuk mengungkapkan dalam satu kata mengenai pesan2 ini. Tapi yang saya kira sangat kuat adalah dekonstruksi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dekonstruksi dalam banyak hal: misalnya tentang perempuan yang berhijab, tentang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ta'aruf&lt;/span&gt;, poligami (whether you are pro or con), sakralitas orang Arab dan bahasa Arab. Nulis surat cinta dan diari juga pake bahasa arab.. hehe. Duh, jadi ingat masa2 di pesantren dan kuliah dulu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tentang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hijab&lt;/span&gt;, yang didekontruksi adalah pandangan bahwa orang yang memakai hijab itu berpikiran fundamentalis dan anti barat. Nah di film ini digambarkan sebaliknya. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ta'aruf&lt;/span&gt; (perkenalan) yang bagi sebagian kalangan dikesankan sangat Islami, di film ini justru dipertanyakan dengan memperlihatkan masalah2 yang timbul akibat pasangan yang menikah hanya dengan &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;taaruf&lt;/span&gt; yang dengan cara hanya melihat muka saja. Mitos sakralitas orang Arab  dihilangkan dengan penggambaran kekerasan dalam rumah tangga. Poligami --walaupun digambarkan dilakukan karena alasan 'darurat' dan sangat masuk akal-- diperlihatkan bahwa sulit sekali untuk memberi keadilan. Dan film juga akhirnya diakhiri dengan 'hilangnya' satu istri dan menjadi pernikahan monogami tentunya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebagai sebuah film, tentu banyak juga kekurangannya. Setidaknya film ini membuat suasana bioskop hingar bingar dan sangat multi kultur, berbeda dari biasanya. Karena ibu-ibu pengajian tidak mau ketinggalan untuk ikut nonton. Bravo untuk Habiburrahman El-Syirazi, penulis novel, dan Hanung Bramantyo, sutradara Ayat-ayat Cinta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dibawah ini link untuk nonton filmnya &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bagi yang kesulitan untuk nonton di bioskop dan nyari DVD nya&lt;/span&gt;. (Minta perpustakaan supaya beli novel dan DVD nya ya). Tapi sebelumnya saya ingatkan. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Beware: its addictive&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ex-AYIyQHnw"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ex-AYIyQHnw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12729369-2356806038447642587?l=decarlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2356806038447642587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12729369&amp;postID=2356806038447642587' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/2356806038447642587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/2356806038447642587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/2008/03/ayat-ayat-cinta-sebuah-dekonstruksi.html' title='Ayat-Ayat Cinta: Sebuah Dekonstruksi yang Cerdas dan Menawan'/><author><name>Amelia Fauzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11977901009869289545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12729369.post-1367936554764435950</id><published>2008-03-02T12:22:00.006+11:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T09:46:02.250+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Islam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mengaji'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farhan'/><title type='text'>ham must not separate our friendship</title><content type='html'>Memang, kayaknya lucu ya. Tapi ini serius sekali, tanpa saya perlu refer ke cerita2 dari milis tetangga tentang anak2 Indonesia di Melbourne yang beda agama dan bertemu di satu sekolah, terus '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;selek&lt;/span&gt;' gara2 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ham&lt;/span&gt; ini, sampai2 orang tua dipanggil ke sekolah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, lagi-lagi ini kelihatannya akibat tidak tuntasnya pengajaran agama bagi anak-anak.  Dan kelihatannya bukan hanya fenomena dari masyarakat Muslim Indonesia, tapi dari komunitas Muslim lain di Melbourne. Setelah saya korek2, Elka dan Farhan cerita kalau ada beberapa teman2 mereka (kelihatannya imigran dari Timur Tengah dan Afrika) yang suka 'kampanye' bahwa "Muslim tidak makan &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pork&lt;/span&gt;, cuma orang Kristen yang makan &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ham&lt;/span&gt;..."  dst. Itu memang realitas, tapi kemudian anak2 ini mengarah ke pembedaan identitas agama untuk melihat seseorang itu baik atau tidak, atau bisa dijadikan teman. Misalnya, "si C makan &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ham&lt;/span&gt;, si D enggak, jadi saya main sama si D aja." Sampai2 mereka bingung kok yang mengajar bahasa Arab (bahasa Qur'an) di sekolah itu orang Kristen, mereka pikir semua orang Arab itu Muslim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dengan pertanyaan sederhana saya bilang "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so what?&lt;/span&gt; memangnya kenapa kalau si C makan &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ham&lt;/span&gt;," "memangnya kenapa kalau si D itu agamanya Kristen?" Kita Muslim memang tidak makan &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ham&lt;/span&gt;, tapi bukan berarti kita memusuhi orang yang makan &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ham&lt;/span&gt; atau orang yang berbeda keyakinan dengan kita. Kita sangat yakin dengan Islam, dan begitu pula orang lain yakin dengan agama mereka. Ya sudah, itulah realitas sosial. Toh dulu beberapa kerabat Nabi Muhammad (termasuk ayahnya) tidak menjadi Muslim. Jadilah kami sekitar dua mingguan selalu berdiskusi tentang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pork&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ham&lt;/span&gt;, dan realitas agama2 di dunia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isu &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ham&lt;/span&gt; ini berawal dari wacana &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;halal haram&lt;/span&gt; yang ditangkap anak-anak secara praktikal. Well, anak2 yang kritis itu sulit menerima begitu saja penjelasan bahwa katanya daging babi itu mengandung cacing pita atau babi itu jorok; jawaban yang tidak kontekstual yang dengan mudah disanggah. Jangankan kita, para &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fuqaha&lt;/span&gt; (ahli hukum), &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mufassir &lt;/span&gt;(ahli tafsir) dan &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;filosuf&lt;/span&gt; juga belum bisa memberi jawaban rasional memuaskan terhadap larangan makan daging babi ini. Toh persoalan kepercayaan kan tidak semua bisa atau perlu dirasionalkan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uniknya isu babi dan &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;halal  haram&lt;/span&gt; santer pada zaman modern. Dan tentu saja santer di tempat2 Muslim menjadi minoritas. Dulu, Nabi Muhammad sering datang ke undangan makan komunitas non-Muslim. Artinya, beliau setidaknya menikmati makanan disana. Hadis riwayat Muslim dari Abu Hurairah mengatakan bahwa Nabi tidak pernah komen tentang makanan kalau dia diundang; beliau makan makanan yang disukainya, dan membiarkan makanan yang tidak disukainya. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mu'amalah ma'a nas&lt;/span&gt;" nya luar biasa baiknya! [Gak ada &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;clash of civilization&lt;/span&gt;!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalam kitab-kitab &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fiqih&lt;/span&gt; klasik, tidak ada satu chapter atau topik tersendiri mengenai &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;halal-haram&lt;/span&gt;. Dalam &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;usul fiqh&lt;/span&gt;, para &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fuqaha&lt;/span&gt; membagi hukum suatu perkerjaan itu ada lima: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fardhu/wajib&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sunnah&lt;/span&gt; (dianjurkan), &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mubah&lt;/span&gt; (diperbolehkan), &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;makruh&lt;/span&gt; (tidak dianjurkan/tidak disukai), dan &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;haram&lt;/span&gt; (dilarang). Wacana &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;halal-haram&lt;/span&gt; itu dibahas dalam fiqh &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mu'amalah&lt;/span&gt; (masalah sosial), diantaranya &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kitab at'imah &lt;/span&gt;(bab makanan). Nah sekarang fiqh &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;halal-haram&lt;/span&gt; ini jadi komoditi, diantaranya ekonomi, sampai menjadi identitas sosial. Seorang teman yang tinggal di Singapura bertutur, kalau sekarang banyak pertemanan yang berakhir di depan pintu restoran. Atau acara makan2 di kantor urung gara2 tidak ada kesepakatan di restoran mana...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setidaknya kata2 Farhan cukup menentramkan hati: "mummy, a friend of mine eats ham, but I dont care, I still play with him because he is a nice person."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12729369-1367936554764435950?l=decarlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1367936554764435950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12729369&amp;postID=1367936554764435950' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/1367936554764435950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/1367936554764435950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/2008/03/ham-must-not-separate-our-friendship.html' title='ham must not separate our friendship'/><author><name>Amelia Fauzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11977901009869289545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12729369.post-6604536540655968031</id><published>2008-02-08T23:12:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:51:59.829+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elkana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children education'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><title type='text'>A Recipe for Friendship</title><content type='html'>I was touched by Elkana's beautiful recipe below. It was published in the Moreland Primary School's newsletter. I am sure you've had one such recipe of your own. (Don't ask why I am so sure. Easy, its because you've read this posting). I posted it just because I thought you would love to try this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/R6z6sXBViPI/AAAAAAAAAO8/fpIcTaWI764/s1600-h/resep+elka.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/R6z6sXBViPI/AAAAAAAAAO8/fpIcTaWI764/s400/resep+elka.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164778512687925490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Please send along your cooking to my family and me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12729369-6604536540655968031?l=decarlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6604536540655968031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12729369&amp;postID=6604536540655968031' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/6604536540655968031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/6604536540655968031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/2008/02/recipe-for-friendship.html' title='A Recipe for Friendship'/><author><name>Amelia Fauzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11977901009869289545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/R6z6sXBViPI/AAAAAAAAAO8/fpIcTaWI764/s72-c/resep+elka.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12729369.post-7403347308870771442</id><published>2008-01-14T23:08:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T11:48:20.541+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Islam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mengaji'/><title type='text'>"if my dad came and chopped off my..."</title><content type='html'>Santai dulu, ini bukan tentang pembunuhan. Ini cerita nyata tentang kurang tepatnya pengajaran agama kepada anak-anak. Gini ceritanya. Sepulang pengajian, teman ngajinya Elka dan Farhan, bercerita tentang makna Idul Adha kepada ibunya. Dasar anaknya cerdas, ia bisa lancar bertutur tentang kisah Nabi Ibrahim-Ismail yang kita semua sudah hafal di luar kepala. Setelah itu ia menyimpulkan makna Idul Adha kira-kira begini. "So, for example, if my dad came and chopped off my hands because of Allah, it is okay, because we have to obey what Allah asked us to do...right mum?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kontan si ibu kaget bukan kepalang, seperti kebakaran kompor! Kesimpulan letterlijk-nya sih gak salah dari sisi logika. Tapi, konteksnya sulit untuk bisa diterima. Apalagi jaman kayak gene banyak orang yang melakukan violence yang katanya karena perintah Tuhan. Padahal Islam itu agama kedamaian. Gak nyambung kan? Nah, bad luck-nya, kok ya doktrin violence itu yang malah nyangkut di kepala anak-anak ketika memahami salah satu perayaan terbesar dalam Islam?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kontekstualisasi Idul Adha&lt;br /&gt;Ajaran tentang Idul Adha menjadi disalah-pahami jika hanya terfokus pada cerita Ibrahim-Ismail saja. Terang aja cerita itu dengan mudah masuk di hati anak-anak, tapi sayangnya dengan kesimpulan yang tidak tepat karena dijelaskan secara abstrak. Untung di Australi pemotongan binatang kurban dilakukan di rumah pemotongan hewan. Kalau seandainya dipotong di tempat publik dan juga ditonton oleh anak-anak, wuih tambah melekatlah cerita "potong memotong karena perintah Tuhan" itu dalam image anak-anak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tujuan cerita "potong memotong" itu adalah untuk mengubah ritual mengorbankan manusia yang dilakukan dengan cara melanggar hak kemanusiaan, menjadi kegiatan mengikhlaskan memberi hewan untuk disembelih demi kemaslahatan manusia. Qurban dalam bahasa Arab yang berarti kedekatan kepada Tuhan (keikhlasan) bisa dijelaskan menjadi ajaran tentang kedermawanan sosial, tentang memberi, membantu sesama. Misalnya memberi makanan kepada mereka yang tidak mampu, mengikhlaskan waktu bermain untuk membantu adik dan teman, atau membantu membereskan mainan. Dan banyak hal-hal sejenis yang lebih kontekstual dan realistis dalam dunia anak-anak yang bisa dijadikan contoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mengajarkan anak-anak tentang agama bukan sesuatu yang mudah. Apalagi untuk anak-anak yang cerdas dan kritis di tempat di mana Muslim menjadi minoritas, atau di masyarakat yang sangat heterogen dalam beragama. Hikmahnya? Sejak itu, saya rajin ikut ngajar ngaji anak-anak. hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12729369-7403347308870771442?l=decarlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7403347308870771442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12729369&amp;postID=7403347308870771442' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/7403347308870771442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/7403347308870771442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/2008/01/if-my-dad-came-and-chopped-off-my.html' title='&quot;if my dad came and chopped off my...&quot;'/><author><name>Amelia Fauzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11977901009869289545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12729369.post-6564748048956780395</id><published>2007-11-03T00:14:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T12:02:26.819+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Those who are crazy about Star Wars</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Nmw50RtPxJc&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Nmw50RtPxJc&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12729369-6564748048956780395?l=decarlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6564748048956780395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12729369&amp;postID=6564748048956780395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/6564748048956780395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/6564748048956780395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/2007/11/those-who-crazy-about-star-wars.html' title='Those who are crazy about Star Wars'/><author><name>Amelia Fauzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11977901009869289545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12729369.post-4851140325497137343</id><published>2007-11-02T23:41:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T23:58:33.217+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elkana'/><title type='text'>Farhan's 7th Birthday</title><content type='html'>See the video uploaded in YouTube below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QqZ1j-2kU0A&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QqZ1j-2kU0A&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moreland Primary School, Melbourne, 31 October 2007.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12729369-4851140325497137343?l=decarlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4851140325497137343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12729369&amp;postID=4851140325497137343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/4851140325497137343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/4851140325497137343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/2007/11/farhans-7th-birthday.html' title='Farhan&apos;s 7th Birthday'/><author><name>Amelia Fauzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11977901009869289545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12729369.post-4824713183548281807</id><published>2007-10-27T23:13:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:52:00.782+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='activities'/><title type='text'>Is Funwalk really Fun?</title><content type='html'>Yes, it was so fun because we walked at the Albert Park together with our friends. The funwalk was held by the Consulate General of Republic Indonesia and the Scout Victoria on 21st of October 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RysGjbV-kVI/AAAAAAAAAOs/2s73gtYRUok/s1600-h/DSC_2639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128199806396567890" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RysGjbV-kVI/AAAAAAAAAOs/2s73gtYRUok/s400/DSC_2639.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smiling with Lord Mayor John So (Mayor of Melbourne), Riana, Lima sekawan (Rifqi, Farhan, Safira, Anugrah and Elkana), Amir and Amel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RyM9ArV-kUI/AAAAAAAAAOk/auYOmds9Z38/s1600-h/cheerful.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126007882721956162" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RyM9ArV-kUI/AAAAAAAAAOk/auYOmds9Z38/s400/cheerful.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elkana (in Cub's uniform), Safira, Anugrah and Farhan (in Joey's uniform).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RyM8zrV-kTI/AAAAAAAAAOc/0_9py0qp0qc/s1600-h/cheers.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126007659383656754" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RyM8zrV-kTI/AAAAAAAAAOc/0_9py0qp0qc/s400/cheers.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wendy, Amel, Rifqi, Riana, Anugrah, Elkana, Safira, Buster (puppy), and Farhan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RyM8K7V-kSI/AAAAAAAAAOU/RGuqLgeAQ9s/s1600-h/farhan+tired.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126006959303987490" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RyM8K7V-kSI/AAAAAAAAAOU/RGuqLgeAQ9s/s400/farhan+tired.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farhan in his Joey uniform&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12729369-4824713183548281807?l=decarlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4824713183548281807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12729369&amp;postID=4824713183548281807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/4824713183548281807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/4824713183548281807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/2007/10/is-funwalk-really-fun.html' title='Is Funwalk really Fun?'/><author><name>Amelia Fauzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11977901009869289545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RysGjbV-kVI/AAAAAAAAAOs/2s73gtYRUok/s72-c/DSC_2639.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12729369.post-7312541687141653562</id><published>2007-10-27T23:08:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:52:00.938+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>Elka's 8th Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RyM5ILV-kRI/AAAAAAAAAOM/6zkIa1TJOSM/s1600-h/8th+bday.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126003613524463890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RyM5ILV-kRI/AAAAAAAAAOM/6zkIa1TJOSM/s400/8th+bday.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moreland Primary School, Melbourne, 22 July 2007.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12729369-7312541687141653562?l=decarlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7312541687141653562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12729369&amp;postID=7312541687141653562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/7312541687141653562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/7312541687141653562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/2007/10/elkas-8th-birthday.html' title='Elka&apos;s 8th Birthday'/><author><name>Amelia Fauzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11977901009869289545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RyM5ILV-kRI/AAAAAAAAAOM/6zkIa1TJOSM/s72-c/8th+bday.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12729369.post-2447259053717258425</id><published>2007-10-27T22:32:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:52:01.329+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farhan'/><title type='text'>Farhan's 6th Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RyMxWrV-kQI/AAAAAAAAAOE/0mcQ-3KRuFI/s1600-h/ultahfarhan06.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125995066539544834" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RyMxWrV-kQI/AAAAAAAAAOE/0mcQ-3KRuFI/s400/ultahfarhan06.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moreland Primary School, Melbourne, 31 October 2006.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12729369-2447259053717258425?l=decarlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2447259053717258425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12729369&amp;postID=2447259053717258425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/2447259053717258425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/2447259053717258425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/2007/10/farhans-6th-birthday.html' title='Farhan&apos;s 6th Birthday'/><author><name>Amelia Fauzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11977901009869289545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RyMxWrV-kQI/AAAAAAAAAOE/0mcQ-3KRuFI/s72-c/ultahfarhan06.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12729369.post-8608543855420912047</id><published>2007-10-08T13:36:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T13:46:37.693+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading'/><title type='text'>Let's read books!</title><content type='html'>Amir documented the way Elkana and Farhan read a book. However, when they knew they became overacted. Below is the movie, which is upload in youtube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wRDS9cztdig"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wRDS9cztdig" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12729369-8608543855420912047?l=decarlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8608543855420912047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12729369&amp;postID=8608543855420912047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/8608543855420912047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/8608543855420912047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/2007/10/lets-read-books.html' title='Let&apos;s read books!'/><author><name>Amelia Fauzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11977901009869289545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12729369.post-7858515738018233990</id><published>2007-10-08T13:11:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T03:10:42.952+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Excellent Documentary of Darunajah</title><content type='html'>I was so delight to watch a documentary film about Darunnajah, an Islamic boarding school located in South Jakarta, produced by DN production. Its a true history of Darunnajah. I studied and stayed in the pondok for 6 years. I feel lucky that I was educated there. Herewith I put the link to the film which is published in the youtube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/v3kCbqOf0xE" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12729369-7858515738018233990?l=decarlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7858515738018233990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12729369&amp;postID=7858515738018233990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/7858515738018233990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/7858515738018233990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/2007/10/excellent-documentary-of-darunajah-my.html' title='Excellent Documentary of Darunajah'/><author><name>Amelia Fauzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11977901009869289545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12729369.post-6809532691476667357</id><published>2007-09-26T10:01:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:52:01.562+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elkana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Reading Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RvmlV3hRbuI/AAAAAAAAAN8/qO6w97AFQdw/s1600-h/reading+week.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114300646955249378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RvmlV3hRbuI/AAAAAAAAAN8/qO6w97AFQdw/s400/reading+week.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the end of August, the Moreland Primary School held a reading week, together with other schools in Victoria. Five students, including Elkana, were asked to perform. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;There was also a video shows made by the school staff who asking children about books they like. (Unfortunately I could not link the video here). It is a wonderful video. It does teach children on how easy it is to make a film and it appreciates our children views on books. It was educative and entertaining video!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weldone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12729369-6809532691476667357?l=decarlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6809532691476667357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12729369&amp;postID=6809532691476667357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/6809532691476667357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/6809532691476667357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/2007/09/reading-week.html' title='Reading Week'/><author><name>Amelia Fauzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11977901009869289545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RvmlV3hRbuI/AAAAAAAAAN8/qO6w97AFQdw/s72-c/reading+week.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12729369.post-8328755070588854726</id><published>2007-09-25T13:45:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:52:02.584+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>Mount Beauty Holiday</title><content type='html'>Last August, we went for a holiday in the Mount Beauty. It was awesome holiday for us and for om Ali who joined us. Its like the name, Mount Beauty is very beautiful. It is located in Tawonga South, Alpine area, about 4,5 driving to Northeast of Melbourne. We visited and spent the night at my professor's house, which is about about half an hour to the Falls Creek, one of the best winter sport resort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were so grateful with the generosity, courtesy, and warm welcome of the professor and his wife. We really felt at home. They brought us to a georgeous park with its serene and rainbow color lake. We did very 'merepotkan' them who provided us with not only a beautiful dinner, but also beautiful breakfast and lunch! We enjoyed the food and we learned much about table manner...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We enjoyed the visit to Falls Creek snow resort; enjoyed the "visit" of groups of kanggaroos which always having "morning and afternoon tea" at a small pond in the garden of the house; enjoyed rainbow colored birds which always having breakfast and luch in the porch of the house; and enjoyed sitting behind the fireplace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that I would never found in any other holiday is that I had very fruitful discussion about my thesis chapter. I got additional data from the professor's library too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farhan named the Mount Beauty area as "the land of Mountains". When we left the house for Melbourne, Elkana waved our very nice host until far away and happily said "see you next year!" Ups...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thousand thanks Margareth and Merle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RviNKXhRbrI/AAAAAAAAANk/2G6oBJzHBkA/s1600-h/mount.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113992586130976434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RviNKXhRbrI/AAAAAAAAANk/2G6oBJzHBkA/s400/mount.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RviM43hRbqI/AAAAAAAAANc/1lDKcnQMS-E/s1600-h/us.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113992285483265698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RviM43hRbqI/AAAAAAAAANc/1lDKcnQMS-E/s200/us.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RviMi3hRbpI/AAAAAAAAANU/TXw9F28JQD8/s1600-h/hitamputih.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113991907526143634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RviMi3hRbpI/AAAAAAAAANU/TXw9F28JQD8/s200/hitamputih.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RviMN3hRboI/AAAAAAAAANM/x56aHz6tg5s/s1600-h/together+mt+beauty.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113991546748890754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RviMN3hRboI/AAAAAAAAANM/x56aHz6tg5s/s200/together+mt+beauty.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RviJkXhRbnI/AAAAAAAAANE/Fdk_WnAA6Ws/s1600-h/us+salju2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113988634761064050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RviJkXhRbnI/AAAAAAAAANE/Fdk_WnAA6Ws/s400/us+salju2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RviJNHhRbmI/AAAAAAAAAM8/zVwAfwYBsSE/s1600-h/us.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12729369-8328755070588854726?l=decarlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8328755070588854726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12729369&amp;postID=8328755070588854726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/8328755070588854726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/8328755070588854726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/2007/09/mount-beauty-holiday.html' title='Mount Beauty Holiday'/><author><name>Amelia Fauzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11977901009869289545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RviNKXhRbrI/AAAAAAAAANk/2G6oBJzHBkA/s72-c/mount.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12729369.post-4364833488774856473</id><published>2007-09-25T12:53:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:52:03.152+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='taekwondo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='activities'/><title type='text'>Taekwondo and getting confidence</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;In general, Taekwondo is very good to improve both Elkana and Farhan confidence at school. Since Elkana and Farhan joined taekwondo, I never heard bad stories such as Farhan falls down, Farhan is bullied by someone, Farhan gets hurt, Elkana was hit by someone, or Elkana get bullied. Another good thing is that both Elkana and Farhan never use their taekwondo to hurt someone. They totally understand that taekwondo is a self-defence sport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore we encouraged both Elkana and Farhan to join the Hall's Taekwondo club championship which was held in August 2007. We were very proud that Farhan won one gold medal and one an appreciation medal. Elkana also did very well and brought home three gold medals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joining a good taekwondo club is really expensive for our small family. However, we believed that getting confidence is much much more important for our young gentlemen. We cant buy confidence, can we?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RviCGXhRblI/AAAAAAAAAM0/3FuAK67HahQ/s1600-h/medal.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113980422783594066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RviCGXhRblI/AAAAAAAAAM0/3FuAK67HahQ/s400/medal.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RviBynhRbkI/AAAAAAAAAMs/h5ys_osdB8M/s1600-h/taekwd+farhan.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113980083481177666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RviBynhRbkI/AAAAAAAAAMs/h5ys_osdB8M/s400/taekwd+farhan.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RviBVHhRbjI/AAAAAAAAAMk/YozW_elG_xw/s1600-h/taekwd+elka.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113979576675036722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RviBVHhRbjI/AAAAAAAAAMk/YozW_elG_xw/s400/taekwd+elka.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12729369-4364833488774856473?l=decarlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4364833488774856473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12729369&amp;postID=4364833488774856473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/4364833488774856473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/4364833488774856473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/2007/09/taekwondo-and-getting-confidence.html' title='Taekwondo and getting confidence'/><author><name>Amelia Fauzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11977901009869289545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RviCGXhRblI/AAAAAAAAAM0/3FuAK67HahQ/s72-c/medal.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12729369.post-8223010945219890337</id><published>2007-09-04T09:32:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:52:03.667+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elkana'/><title type='text'>elkana's emails</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very happy to see Elkana's progress in writing emails. Looking at three emails he sent me in 2007 and 2005, I can see his improvement in his way of thinking, his English, and his ability to use internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below email is written by Elkana with the help of Amir. It was sent in March 2005 when I was doing my research in Leiden, the Netherlands. In this email he did not use any English word. He also remembered very well his uncles, aunties and nieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RtysNgEmqoI/AAAAAAAAAMU/aLyhTYRBYF8/s1600-h/elkana+email+2005.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106145425478822530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RtysNgEmqoI/AAAAAAAAAMU/aLyhTYRBYF8/s400/elkana+email+2005.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The email below was sent to me in September 2005, also with the help of Amir. I was in Indonesia doing my fieldwork. In this email Elka only used few English and he still remembered his uncles and aunties in Indonesia. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RvhnuHhRbiI/AAAAAAAAAMc/7WiZb1S3-5c/s1600-h/elkana"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113951418869444130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RvhnuHhRbiI/AAAAAAAAAMc/7WiZb1S3-5c/s400/elkana%27s+email+2005.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last email is written last month when elkana 8 years old. He wrote the letter himself from his email account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RtybHQEmqnI/AAAAAAAAAMM/w6cuE8cVNWA/s1600-h/email+elka2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106126626406967922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RtybHQEmqnI/AAAAAAAAAMM/w6cuE8cVNWA/s400/email+elka2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Weldone Elkana!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12729369-8223010945219890337?l=decarlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8223010945219890337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12729369&amp;postID=8223010945219890337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/8223010945219890337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/8223010945219890337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/2007/09/another-elkanas-email.html' title='elkana&apos;s emails'/><author><name>Amelia Fauzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11977901009869289545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RtysNgEmqoI/AAAAAAAAAMU/aLyhTYRBYF8/s72-c/elkana+email+2005.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12729369.post-6744332635660449294</id><published>2007-09-04T03:23:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:52:03.858+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elkana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children education'/><title type='text'>A sweet email from Elkana</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RtxLoQEmqlI/AAAAAAAAAL8/-W5_8ByPvEA/s1600-h/elka+email.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106039232412428882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RtxLoQEmqlI/AAAAAAAAAL8/-W5_8ByPvEA/s400/elka+email.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12729369-6744332635660449294?l=decarlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6744332635660449294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12729369&amp;postID=6744332635660449294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/6744332635660449294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/6744332635660449294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/2007/09/sweet-email-from-elkana.html' title='A sweet email from Elkana'/><author><name>Amelia Fauzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11977901009869289545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RtxLoQEmqlI/AAAAAAAAAL8/-W5_8ByPvEA/s72-c/elka+email.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12729369.post-759325453591564193</id><published>2007-07-23T20:20:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:52:04.157+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='certificate'/><title type='text'>High Achievement Recognition Award</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RqSHHCYvW2I/AAAAAAAAALk/Xh8u7Ed58Mo/s1600-h/DSC03167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090342033804974946" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RqSHHCYvW2I/AAAAAAAAALk/Xh8u7Ed58Mo/s400/DSC03167.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We are so proud that both Elkana and Farhan got these awards. Each of them was the only one chosen from their classes to get the award. Elka's writing is excellent. Farhan's maths is up one level from his grade one standard level. Both Elka and Farhan are very good in maths. They are very --Australian says-- beautiful children; they always listen to others, work hard, help others, and do proper hings. Congratulations!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090341763222035282" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RqSG3SYvW1I/AAAAAAAAALc/YEi23n2w6UI/s400/DSC03166.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12729369-759325453591564193?l=decarlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/759325453591564193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12729369&amp;postID=759325453591564193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/759325453591564193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/759325453591564193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/2007/07/high-achievement-recognition-award.html' title='High Achievement Recognition Award'/><author><name>Amelia Fauzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11977901009869289545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RqSHHCYvW2I/AAAAAAAAALk/Xh8u7Ed58Mo/s72-c/DSC03167.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12729369.post-8242291233129862699</id><published>2007-06-26T17:47:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T04:36:38.198+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children education'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Australia'/><title type='text'>Akhlaq subject in the Primary school reports</title><content type='html'>I was very happy to recieve both Elkana's and Farhan's school reports from their teachers at the Moreland Primary School. They are excellent. For three years I have appreciated they way school reports are presented. Its mostly qualitative reports with particularly details on five aspects, personal qualities and work habits, integrated studies, LOTE (Language Other Than English), Visual arts, and Library. All aspects are written thoroughly with rating codes B for Beginning, D for Developing, C for Consolidating, E for Established, and N for Not Covered, and with explanation standard level according to the Victorian Curriculum and Standard Framework (CSF). Each one of these aspects explains what student has learned and the student's achievement. The last two pages are general achievement presented in both semi quantitative and qualitative ones. The general achievement presents a rating (A, B, C, D, E) and comparison of students achievement (child's achievement 12 month ago, child's achievement this year, child's progress since last year, and the expected level of achievement) in in five learning areas: English, Personal qualities and work habits, Mathematics, Information and Communications Technology, and Health and Physical Education. The most part I like is the end of the report namely what my child has achieved, what areas to improve in the future learning, what the school will do to support my child, and what parents can do at home to help my child's progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading thoroughly Elka's and Farhan's reports I remember how poor my school reports were. One semester report was presented only in one page where all of subjects were rated by numbers from one to nine. How can students were judged only by these numbers coming mostly from formal exams which were mostly corrupted? Akhlaq which was regarded as the most important things for students to behave was reported in number from five to nine; five meant you were &lt;em&gt;anak nakal&lt;/em&gt; (bad and naughty child) and nine meant you were &lt;em&gt;anak baik sekali&lt;/em&gt;. Its so poor. Morality is socially and culturally very important according to Indonesians. However, there is no creative and academic ways to describe &lt;em&gt;anak baik&lt;/em&gt;. I did not remember how I learned the akhlaq subject at public schools. There was not any particular subject to learn. My teacher said that the report is taken from a daily observation of akhlaq of the student. I learned the akhlaq subject from madrasah ibtidaiya (islamic primary schools), that I went in the afternoon, and then madrasah tsanawiyah and aliyah (Islamic secondary schools). I have to memorize &lt;em&gt;hadith&lt;/em&gt; (prophets traditions) regarding good behaviour which was very abstract. Well, Indonesian culture highly appreciates akhlaq mostly in slogan and symbolic matters related to religious &lt;em&gt;do's and dont's. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed there is no akhlaq subject at Victorian public schools. However, interestingly they have details and thorough explanations on what is regarded as &lt;em&gt;anak baik &lt;/em&gt;and akhlaq&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; It is written in the whole first page of school reports entitles Personal Qualities and Work Habit. The school explains the importance of this area as follows "at Moreland Primary School we aim to provide all children with the foundations for success which will provide them with social, emotional and behavioural well-being in school, work and in the future". The general achievement is divided into four, Confidence (having an "I can do it" attitude), Getting Along (working well with my class mates), Organisation (setting goals and managing times), and Persistence (trying had and not giving up), each of these has few items. In the Getting Along for example students are reported in few items: (1) works cooperatively in a group, (2) Is tolerant and sensitive to other people's feeling, (3) Is polite and well mannered, (4) works without interrupting others, (5) follows school and classroom rulers, and (6) demonstrates responsible and acceptable behaviour. They are all valued as S (starting to do this), U (usually does this), A (always does this) and L (leads and helps other students). In addition, the teacher explains the achivement of personal qualities and work habit in few sentences. Here I quoted Farhan's ones:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Farhan is a quiet and serious student who applies himself to learning with great concentration. He is always polite and considerate towards others. Farhan is a capable students who is developing progressively well. He is more organized and has started to use his time well. He is slowly gaining confidence and learning express his ideas and sharing them with his peers. Farhan always demonstrates responsible and acceptable behavious. He is always polite and well mannered. He has demonstrated improvement in many areas this half of the year and it will be interesting to watch his development in the second half." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking to these akhlaq reports, how can people judge that Australia is an immoral society? In fact the society puts emphasis on morality, but presented without judgment and any specific religious precepts. They do have high standard morality with respecting freedoms and differences.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12729369-8242291233129862699?l=decarlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8242291233129862699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12729369&amp;postID=8242291233129862699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/8242291233129862699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/8242291233129862699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/2007/06/akhlaq-subject-in-primary-school.html' title='Akhlaq subject in the Primary school reports'/><author><name>Amelia Fauzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11977901009869289545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12729369.post-5759570846677935065</id><published>2007-06-13T21:45:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:52:04.539+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farhan'/><title type='text'>Farhan's performance at the school assembly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/Rm_ad4mc8oI/AAAAAAAAALM/SZg_vyQeFQk/s1600-h/DSC02973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075515512014566018" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/Rm_ad4mc8oI/AAAAAAAAALM/SZg_vyQeFQk/s200/DSC02973.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Almost every Monday, Elkana and Farhan's school hold an assembly. The assembly is informal, informative, presented in a communicative way, and fun! Students sit on carpet according to their classroom (not their grade). Teachers stand or sit surrounding the students. Some parents sit on chairs and banks surrounding the hall to see the assembly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/Rm_iFImc8pI/AAAAAAAAALU/HiXTHJMCgAE/s1600-h/DSC02976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075523882905825938" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/Rm_iFImc8pI/AAAAAAAAALU/HiXTHJMCgAE/s200/DSC02976.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In this assembly Farhan and his friends from grade one and two were doing performance. I was so happy to see Farhan introducing what his class was going to perform. He was so confident. Farhan and his friends were singing and dancing, helped by their teachers. It was funny song about counting ducks. They were laughing during the performance. They got big applause from other students, teachers and parents. Weldone Farhan and all grades one and two!&lt;/p&gt;Here in Victoria, assembly is something that students very much enjoy at school, which is far different from what it is in Indonesian schools...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12729369-5759570846677935065?l=decarlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5759570846677935065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12729369&amp;postID=5759570846677935065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/5759570846677935065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/5759570846677935065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/2007/06/farhans-performance-at-school-assembly.html' title='Farhan&apos;s performance at the school assembly'/><author><name>Amelia Fauzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11977901009869289545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/Rm_ad4mc8oI/AAAAAAAAALM/SZg_vyQeFQk/s72-c/DSC02973.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12729369.post-45028618783047576</id><published>2007-06-03T18:57:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:52:05.102+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children education'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Australia'/><title type='text'>Sekolah tanpa peng-kelasan</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RmKDgsPoCeI/AAAAAAAAAK0/bhLpESwfRX0/s1600-h/DSC02350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071760728028350946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RmKDgsPoCeI/AAAAAAAAAK0/bhLpESwfRX0/s320/DSC02350.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ini foto guru-guru SD Moreland yang sedang tampil pada acara akhir tahun di sekolah. Iya, mereka pake pita warna-warni, joget di depan anak-anak (kayak poco-poco lah kalau di Indonesia) dengan ceria dan apa adanya. Kenapa tidak? toh yang penting adalah kreativitas dan &lt;em&gt;having fun&lt;/em&gt;, disamping bagaimana bisa menghibur dan mengajak orang tua dan murid untuk &lt;em&gt;having fun&lt;/em&gt; juga. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Acara akhir tahun adalah acara yang spesial. Setiap kelas (hampir semua murid) diberi kesempatan untuk tampil. Tapi persiapan dilakukan dengan tidak neko-neko. Tidak perlu spanduk besar dan backdrop yang ada tulisan tentang acara, tidak perlu latihan berbulan-bulan yang menyita waktu belajar, dan tidak perlu pakaian khusus yang harus dibeli dengan mengeluarkan uang, tak perlu sewa kursi banyak karena anak-anak cukup duduk di karpet, dan tak perlu iuran untuk konsumsi karena masing-masing membawa bekal piknik. Karya murid-murid selama ini dikeluarkan dan dijadikan hiasan sekaligus pameran hasil karya. Acaranya bisa dibilang sederhana, tapi sangat meriah dan informal. Benar-benar "dari kita untuk kita" begitu. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RmKH7sPoCgI/AAAAAAAAALE/fWGNNmDOxfg/s1600-h/DSC02304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071765589931330050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RmKH7sPoCgI/AAAAAAAAALE/fWGNNmDOxfg/s200/DSC02304.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071761883374553586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: left" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RmKEj8PoCfI/AAAAAAAAAK8/YYSOnpYdWow/s200/DSC02328.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Penampilan drama pun tidak perlu menghafal. Semuanya tidak dibuat-buat atau dipaksakan supaya terlihat meriah dan bagus. Sesekali terlihat acara tidak teratur, tapi itulah kekuatannya. Untuk apa pura-pura rapih dan baik kalau hanya untuk ditonton sesaat saja? Di sekolah yang penting adalah substansi pembelajaran, bukan simbol-simbol dan formalitas. Maka tidak heran jika sama sekali tidak ada pembuatan rangking murid terpandai. Tidak ada juara-juara-an. Tapi apresiasi terhadap prestasi itu sangat tinggi. Pembagian kelas dari kelas satu sampai enam pun dibuat samar. Dalam satu ruang, seorang guru kelas (plus asistan) mengajar 20 murid yang terdiri dari dua grade (kelas) yang berbeda: misalnya kelas prep dan 1, kelas 1 dan 2, kelas 3 dan 4, serta 5 dan 6. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tidak hanya pengkelasan fisik yang blur, pengkelasan guru dan murid yang berlebihan pun tidak ada. Hubungan guru dan murid sangat cair. Murid sangat hormat kepada gurunya walaupun mereka memanggil nama guru mereka langsung tanpa embel-embel mrs atau mr. Murid akrab dan tidak takut kepada guru, walaupun guru juga sering memberi hukuman bagi murid yang nakal. Makanya para guru juga tidak perlu jaim dihadapan murid dan orang tua. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tentu saja tidak ada ujian nasional yang perlu dana besar dan bikin murid stres dan belajar kilat (jadi lupanya juga kilat). Ujian tetap ada, tapi dilakukan biasa saja, tanpa nomor ujian dan hampir ada test setiap minggu (misalnya tes membaca dan tes matematika). Hasil ujian juga bukan satu-satunya penilaian. Karena penilaian di kelas itu lebih banyak kualitatif, bukan kuantitatif. Hal ini sangat jauh dari budaya ujian di Indonesia yang malah mengajarkan budaya nyontek, budaya korup, dan budaya jalan pintas. Tidak heran jika sertifikat dan gelar menjadi tujuan belajar.... Kalau hasilnya negatif, kenapa ya sistem peng-kelasan formal itu termasuk ujian nasional masih tetap diberlakukan ya?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12729369-45028618783047576?l=decarlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/45028618783047576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12729369&amp;postID=45028618783047576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/45028618783047576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/45028618783047576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/2007/06/sekolah-tanpa-peng-kelasan.html' title='Sekolah tanpa peng-kelasan'/><author><name>Amelia Fauzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11977901009869289545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RmKDgsPoCeI/AAAAAAAAAK0/bhLpESwfRX0/s72-c/DSC02350.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12729369.post-1984401557888371449</id><published>2007-06-03T18:52:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:52:05.453+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Multikulturalism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Australia'/><title type='text'>Portraits of Victoria</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RmKCIMPoCdI/AAAAAAAAAKs/3QsCnjs6aUw/s1600-h/DSC02380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RmKCIMPoCdI/AAAAAAAAAKs/3QsCnjs6aUw/s400/DSC02380.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071759207609928146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12729369-1984401557888371449?l=decarlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1984401557888371449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12729369&amp;postID=1984401557888371449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/1984401557888371449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/1984401557888371449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/2007/06/portraits-of-victoria.html' title='Portraits of Victoria'/><author><name>Amelia Fauzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11977901009869289545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RmKCIMPoCdI/AAAAAAAAAKs/3QsCnjs6aUw/s72-c/DSC02380.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12729369.post-4337704551711389692</id><published>2007-06-03T17:01:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:52:05.959+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Australia'/><title type='text'>Foto sekeluarga di Puffing Billy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RmJ2k8PoCcI/AAAAAAAAAKk/VPc7cqYRGys/s1600-h/DSC02812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071746507391633858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RmJ2k8PoCcI/AAAAAAAAAKk/VPc7cqYRGys/s200/DSC02812.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RmJ1hsPoCbI/AAAAAAAAAKc/QOuTuXpGf54/s1600-h/DSC02811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071745352045431218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RmJ1hsPoCbI/AAAAAAAAAKc/QOuTuXpGf54/s200/DSC02811.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ceritanya kami pergi ke Puffing Billy bulan Maret yang lalu. Puffing Billy adalah nama wisata kereta tua di pegunungan (sebenarnya gak tinggi-tinggi amat sih) Dandenong, masih di Victoria. Jangan salah, walaupun sudah berumur, Puffing Billy tidak karatan, bahkan kalau kata orang Betawi kinclong.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RmJoN8PoCaI/AAAAAAAAAKU/GHKpGKocP6M/s1600-h/DSC02808.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071730719091853730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RmJoN8PoCaI/AAAAAAAAAKU/GHKpGKocP6M/s320/DSC02808.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;Nah layaknya turis kita berfoto-ria. Saya dan Amir bergantian mengambil foto. Kali ini Elka, Farhan dan saya berdiri didepan lokomotif Puffing Billy dan Amir sedang mengira-ngira jarak untuk mengambil foto kami. Tiba-tiba seorang nenek berkulit putih dan rambut pirang mendekat. Sambil tersenyum si nenek itu bilang: "Do you want me to take your family picture?" Wow sebuah surprise ada sukarelawan yang menawarkan diri. Surprise karena kami selama ini berfikir untuk tidak minta tolong khususnya orang bule karena kelihatannya mereka lebih suka sendiri, tidak perduli, dan tidak mau diganggu privasinya.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pikiran itu tidak sepenuhnya benar. Bahkan saya perhatikan justru orang-orang bule itu sangat baik berkomunikasi (walau tidak mesti ramah); sering kali bilang sorry, exuse me, dan pardon me; dan memanusiakan anak kecil. Memang tidak disemua tempat seperti ini sama. (Saya kira baik di halte busway jakarta maupun di tram stop Melbourne orang sama saja sibuknya; tapi kalau di perkampungan saya kira orang Melbourne sama orang Jawa sama ramahnya...). Di stasiun Puffing Billy, saya surprise mendengar pengumuman untuk penumpang dimulai dengan "Dear ladies and gentlemen, girls and boys..." Anak-anak begitu dihargai. Sepanjang perjalanan saya lihat hampir semua orang yang menyaksikan puffing billy melintas akan melambaikan tangan, entah itu anak-anak, orang tua, bahkan sampai supir truk yang bertampang sangar. Kami yang berada di atas Puffing Billy tentunya sumringah dan bersemangat pula melambaikan tangan tak henti-hentinya. Kultur-kultur ini merupakan hal kecil, tapi ini adalah generosity yang perlu dihargai. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12729369-4337704551711389692?l=decarlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4337704551711389692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12729369&amp;postID=4337704551711389692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/4337704551711389692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/4337704551711389692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/2007/06/nenek-yang-baik.html' title='Foto sekeluarga di Puffing Billy'/><author><name>Amelia Fauzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11977901009869289545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RmJ2k8PoCcI/AAAAAAAAAKk/VPc7cqYRGys/s72-c/DSC02812.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12729369.post-1428902787587971922</id><published>2007-05-21T22:34:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T01:06:41.814+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='renungan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children education'/><title type='text'>satu menit saja....</title><content type='html'>Sore yang indah, walau sedikit dingin di Melbourne. Saya mengikuti Elka, Farhan dan Rifqi bermain di taman seberang rumah. Suasana begitu ceria dan riang. Angin dingin yang bertiup kencang tak diindahkan. Saya sibuk merapatkan syal sedangkan anak-anak berlarian dan melepaskan jaket mereka. Panas katanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suasana berubah ketika seorang ibu berjalan melintasi taman. Ibu muda itu asik berbicara di telpon genggam, sedangkan anak perempuan berumur sekitar 2 tahun berlari menuju ayunan. Anak perempuan itu berteriak senang "swing, swing..." dengan suara yang masih cadel. Ia berdiri di depan ayunan dan berusaha naik. Tapi apa daya, kakinya yang mungil dan pendek tidak bisa menurutkan kehendaknya untuk duduk diatas ayunan. Dengan sabarnya, ia menunggu ibunya yang masih asik menelpon di dekat ayunan. Bahasa tubuhnya memperlihatkan gadis kecil ini ingin sekali naik ayunan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah percakapan telpon selesai, si ibu kelihatannya mengajak anaknya segera pergi. Saya hanya bisa mengira-ngira karena mereka berbicara bahasa India. Terlihat si gadis kecil menolak dengan terus menerus menyebut "swing" dan memegang erat tali serta kursi ayunan di depannya. Suara si ibu meninggi dan membentak, untuk segera pulang. Si kecil tidak mengindahkan dengan terus merengek-rengek supaya bisa naik ayunan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si ibu berjalan menjauhi taman dengan berbicara keras dan mengancam untuk meninggalkan anaknya. Gadis kecil itu tidak goyah, ia diam, dan tetap memegang ayunan. Semakin jauh si ibu berjalan dengan suaranya yang mengancam. Gadis kecil yang malang bertahan dengan keinginannya. Ia tahu, si ibu tidak akan meninggalkannya. Dari balik pagar, si ibu menunggu. Bebeapa saat si ibu kembali menuju ayunan karena anaknya tak bergeming untuk pulang bersamanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seperti bisa saya duga, dengan paksa gadis malang itu ditarik dan digendong oleh ibunya. Tentu saja ia menangis keras. Saya berharap sekali, gadis itu menangis yang keras dan kemudian ibunya akan berubah pikiran untuk memberinya waktu bermain ayunan. Tapi saya tahu, itu tidak akan terjadi. Suara tangisan masih terdengar walau keduanya sudah hilang dari pandangan saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya jadi termenung. Bisa jadi saya atau kita orang tua bersikap seperti ibu itu. Betapa egoisnya. Ia menelpon lama dan tak memperhatikan anaknya. Tapi ketika si anak meminta waktu sebentar saja untuk main ayunan, ia tidak berikan. Bisa jadi ibu itu tergesa. Tapi saya tidak melihat sama sekali alasan untuk tergesa ketika itu. Kenapa dia bisa menelpon selama lima menit di taman tapi tidak memberikan waktu kepada anaknya untuk bermain bahkan satu menit saja? Padahal dengan beradu argumen dan bermain sandiwara waktunya malah berbuang banyak. Belum lagi waktu yang terbuang untuk mendiamkan anaknya yang menangis kecewa sepanjang perjalanan pulang. Seandainya dia membantu anaknya untuk main ayunan --walaupun sambil menelpon-- atau memberi waktu bermain satu menit saja, mungkin perasaan anak itu tidak terluka. Jika moment satu menit tidak pernah ada dan selalu dilewatkan, bisa dibayangkan bagaimana anak kita tumbuh besar dengan memendam kemarahan, dendam, kesedihan, dibawah kasih sayang orang tuanya yang diktator....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12729369-1428902787587971922?l=decarlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1428902787587971922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12729369&amp;postID=1428902787587971922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/1428902787587971922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/1428902787587971922'/><link rel='alternate' 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href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/Rk7YLMPoCZI/AAAAAAAAAKM/SdsUNV0yM5s/s1600-h/farhan+pramuka.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066224317615311250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/Rk7YLMPoCZI/AAAAAAAAAKM/SdsUNV0yM5s/s320/farhan+pramuka.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/Rk7X7MPoCYI/AAAAAAAAAKE/0rKVk9vQk58/s1600-h/elka+pramuka.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066224042737404290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/Rk7X7MPoCYI/AAAAAAAAAKE/0rKVk9vQk58/s320/elka+pramuka.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12729369-3344923308478355230?l=decarlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' 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/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12729369-1027221039526447998?l=decarlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1027221039526447998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12729369&amp;postID=1027221039526447998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/1027221039526447998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/1027221039526447998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/2007/05/mothers-day-card-from-farhan.html' title='mothers day card from Farhan'/><author><name>Amelia Fauzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11977901009869289545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/Rk7UnsPoCUI/AAAAAAAAAJk/xGqHbXdnV7M/s72-c/DSC02991.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12729369.post-5576241408158542580</id><published>2007-05-16T06:11:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T23:22:31.629+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puisi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='renungan'/><title type='text'>gundah dan kepastian</title><content type='html'>sering aku terlena&lt;br /&gt;gundah dan iri&lt;br /&gt;melihat pelikan terbang bebas&lt;br /&gt;berpetualang dan menimba deru dan embun&lt;br /&gt;di berbagai negeri atas angin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku terbang membawa serta&lt;br /&gt;dan mengikuti&lt;br /&gt;burung2 kecil yang kucintai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;masa depanku adalah burung2 kecil ini&lt;br /&gt;bukan untuk menumpang sarang&lt;br /&gt;bukan untuk mendapat bijian&lt;br /&gt;ketika ku renta&lt;br /&gt;tapi untuk menjadi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kisanak,&lt;br /&gt;kita adalah petualang&lt;br /&gt;yang diberi kesempatan untuk menjadi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bahagia itu nisbi&lt;br /&gt;membuat orang lain bahagia adakah kenisbian yang abadi&lt;br /&gt;terukir di hempasan ombak yang selalu datang dan hilang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;membuat orang lain untuk menjadi&lt;br /&gt;adalah kebahagiaan tertinggi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;petualangan kita pasti berakhir&lt;br /&gt;entah kapan&lt;br /&gt;petualanganku&lt;br /&gt;akan dilanjutkan oleh burung2 kecil&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12729369-5576241408158542580?l=decarlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5576241408158542580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12729369&amp;postID=5576241408158542580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/5576241408158542580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/5576241408158542580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/2007/05/sering-aku-terlena-gundah-dan-iri.html' title='gundah dan kepastian'/><author><name>Amelia Fauzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11977901009869289545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12729369.post-245100374886214404</id><published>2007-05-13T17:09:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:52:07.137+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farhan'/><title type='text'>gymbus at school</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/Rka52zpBLuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/YC7w2BDr7Pg/s1600-h/DSC02866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/Rka52zpBLuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/YC7w2BDr7Pg/s400/DSC02866.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063939182251028194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12729369-245100374886214404?l=decarlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/245100374886214404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12729369&amp;postID=245100374886214404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/245100374886214404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/245100374886214404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/2007/05/gymbus-at-school.html' title='gymbus at school'/><author><name>Amelia Fauzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11977901009869289545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/Rka52zpBLuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/YC7w2BDr7Pg/s72-c/DSC02866.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12729369.post-7370686341163393288</id><published>2007-05-13T16:34:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:52:07.617+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elkana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mothers day'/><title type='text'>a lovely mother day card</title><content type='html'>I received this card from Elkana. Although he does not include what I really wanted in his wishing pictures, this card is so touching. Thank you Elkana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RkazSzpBLsI/AAAAAAAAAJM/MMHtEitrw0A/s1600-h/DSC02983.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063931966705970882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RkazSzpBLsI/AAAAAAAAAJM/MMHtEitrw0A/s320/DSC02983.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RkazwDpBLtI/AAAAAAAAAJU/Osk-gJeILb8/s1600-h/DSC02985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063932469217144530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RkazwDpBLtI/AAAAAAAAAJU/Osk-gJeILb8/s400/DSC02985.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RkazCDpBLqI/AAAAAAAAAI8/wpv0eld3CXA/s1600-h/DSC02986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063931678943162018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RkazCDpBLqI/AAAAAAAAAI8/wpv0eld3CXA/s320/DSC02986.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12729369-7370686341163393288?l=decarlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7370686341163393288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12729369&amp;postID=7370686341163393288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/7370686341163393288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/7370686341163393288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/2007/05/lovely-mother-day-card.html' title='a lovely mother day card'/><author><name>Amelia Fauzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11977901009869289545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RkazSzpBLsI/AAAAAAAAAJM/MMHtEitrw0A/s72-c/DSC02983.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12729369.post-1024232289799364566</id><published>2007-05-13T16:05:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:52:07.771+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scouts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farhan'/><title type='text'>about scout</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RkasOjpBLpI/AAAAAAAAAI0/9bFDjWSShWM/s1600-h/DSC02967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063924197110132370" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RkasOjpBLpI/AAAAAAAAAI0/9bFDjWSShWM/s320/DSC02967.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;by farhan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi my name is farhan i am 1 of the scout people. I am a joey scout. joey help people and they are god. My dad and me gos by car. My mum gos to university. My dad and my mum gets us from the scout.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12729369-1024232289799364566?l=decarlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1024232289799364566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12729369&amp;postID=1024232289799364566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/1024232289799364566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/1024232289799364566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/2007/05/about-scout.html' title='about scout'/><author><name>Amelia Fauzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11977901009869289545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RkasOjpBLpI/AAAAAAAAAI0/9bFDjWSShWM/s72-c/DSC02967.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12729369.post-8716213098740710777</id><published>2007-04-29T09:59:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:52:08.334+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farhan'/><title type='text'>My family working in computer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RjPhbjpBLoI/AAAAAAAAAIs/E0tFkPjYzQ4/s1600-h/farhan+laser.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058634670007201410" style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RjPhbjpBLoI/AAAAAAAAAIs/E0tFkPjYzQ4/s320/farhan+laser.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My name is farhan. I have three computers. My brother is playing in one computer. My dad is working in one computer too. I am working in my mum’s computer. My dad is making a computer for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12729369-8716213098740710777?l=decarlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8716213098740710777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12729369&amp;postID=8716213098740710777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/8716213098740710777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/8716213098740710777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-family-working-in-computer.html' title='My family working in computer'/><author><name>Amelia Fauzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11977901009869289545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RjPhbjpBLoI/AAAAAAAAAIs/E0tFkPjYzQ4/s72-c/farhan+laser.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12729369.post-6149408229002354072</id><published>2007-04-22T19:46:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:52:09.083+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Australia'/><title type='text'>Respecting Pinguins</title><content type='html'>During the Easter holiday, we went to Philip island. It takes around two hours from the city of Melbourne to Philip island. There is a 2 km brigde which connect Melbourne to philip island. The island is small and located southern part of Victoria. Philip island beaches are not so special for swimmers and surfers. Big waves rom the ocean have been impeded by Tasmania, left small waves to hit these beaches. At least it is very safe for children to play in the beaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we crossed the bridge to the Philip island, we went to a farm that breeds typical Australian animals: crocodiles, caccatoos, wombats, koalas, emus, sheeps, and, of course, kangaroos. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056188362314768642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RiswhtU8YQI/AAAAAAAAAIM/vPmcBl8yxB0/s320/DSC02895.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;We and a wombat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the farm, kangaroos are the most favourite animals. Children loved to feed kangaroos. And they are friendly too. Other animals are quite friendly, but we could not stand with them. Emus and sheeps are smell bad; koalas sleep allmost 22 hours in a day on ecalypus trees. And no one wanted to be friend with crocodiles, for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/Ris6ItU8YRI/AAAAAAAAAIU/sYhybatggCQ/s1600-h/farhan+koala.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056198927934316818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/Ris6ItU8YRI/AAAAAAAAAIU/sYhybatggCQ/s200/farhan+koala.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/Ris67tU8YTI/AAAAAAAAAIk/_zOYilfb9yc/s1600-h/feed+kanggurus.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056199804107645234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/Ris67tU8YTI/AAAAAAAAAIk/_zOYilfb9yc/s200/feed+kanggurus.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farhan and giant koala. .. Feeding kanggurus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We continued our journey to philip island. I almost got boring with the island until we saw pinguins. Yes! Philip island is famous with its pinguins. When it is dark, thousands of pinguins swim from the sea to philip island to stay a night. This tradition started from around thousand years ago and now becomes a one of favourite tourist attractions. For sure, you do not need to be freezing to see these Philip island's pinguins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, in this Philip island visitors are required to respect pinguins because this island is their home. As good visitors, we are required to be as quite as possible so these pinguins do not afraid. Visitors are not allowed to take pictures, not even to speak loadly. I did not imagine before, that around a thousand of visitors sit down on the sand, waiting quitely in the cold, sometimes in the rain, for about an hour, only to watch these small species of pinguins swim to the island in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Respecting pinguins is very special message to us. Many times we forget that animals are also God's creatures that have rights to live with their own ways. Human tends to torture, make use of, and exploit animals. Giving respects to pinguins -- for various reasons -- teach visitors about respecting other humans. If we can respects rights of animals, we must have respected rights of other humans. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056187305752813810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RisvkNU8YPI/AAAAAAAAAIE/xr2kNt8XSY8/s320/DSC02944.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12729369-6149408229002354072?l=decarlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6149408229002354072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12729369&amp;postID=6149408229002354072' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/6149408229002354072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/6149408229002354072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/2007/04/respecting-pinguins.html' title='Respecting Pinguins'/><author><name>Amelia Fauzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11977901009869289545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RiswhtU8YQI/AAAAAAAAAIM/vPmcBl8yxB0/s72-c/DSC02895.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12729369.post-4931513339431246712</id><published>2007-04-22T19:33:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:52:09.323+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Australia'/><title type='text'>Me and the Kangaroos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RissbNU8YOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/U6rosh3eKAQ/s1600-h/DSC02910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056183852599107810" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RissbNU8YOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/U6rosh3eKAQ/s320/DSC02910.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Story by Farhan, written by Mum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the farm in Philip Island. I saw kangaroos. After that I got some grass to give the kangaroos. After I fed some more kangaroos. I got some grass. I came back to the kangaroo and I fed him. I saw a little kangaroo in the big kangaroo's pauch. I fed one more kangaroo and we went some where else. We went to the pinguins that time. We waited for the pinguins and it was cold.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12729369-4931513339431246712?l=decarlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4931513339431246712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12729369&amp;postID=4931513339431246712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/4931513339431246712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/4931513339431246712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/2007/04/me-and-kangguru.html' title='Me and the Kangaroos'/><author><name>Amelia Fauzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11977901009869289545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RissbNU8YOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/U6rosh3eKAQ/s72-c/DSC02910.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12729369.post-995057818137630363</id><published>2007-04-12T20:56:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:52:09.539+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farhan'/><title type='text'>A school</title><content type='html'>by Farhan&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/Rh4Q3L_fL8I/AAAAAAAAAH0/LEr1bwRs4MI/s1600-h/DSC02891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052494372254199746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/Rh4Q3L_fL8I/AAAAAAAAAH0/LEr1bwRs4MI/s400/DSC02891.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12729369-995057818137630363?l=decarlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/995057818137630363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12729369&amp;postID=995057818137630363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/995057818137630363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/995057818137630363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/2007/04/school.html' title='A school'/><author><name>Amelia Fauzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11977901009869289545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/Rh4Q3L_fL8I/AAAAAAAAAH0/LEr1bwRs4MI/s72-c/DSC02891.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12729369.post-8240722970426475181</id><published>2007-04-06T17:01:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T01:12:20.292+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farhan'/><title type='text'>me and my family</title><content type='html'>by Farhan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this day is close and it is friday . My name is farhan and i like to go to my mums school. my dad is home i like my dads school too. my mum like my dad and my dad like my mum. I like this day and my mum like this day too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12729369-8240722970426475181?l=decarlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8240722970426475181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12729369&amp;postID=8240722970426475181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/8240722970426475181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/8240722970426475181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/2007/04/me-and-my-family.html' title='me and my family'/><author><name>Amelia Fauzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11977901009869289545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12729369.post-602020202938594937</id><published>2007-04-06T11:30:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:52:09.847+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farhan'/><title type='text'>Be happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RhWqjHFAMpI/AAAAAAAAAHs/yy2B0ZiWOYg/s1600-h/DSC02866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050130077338055314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RhWqjHFAMpI/AAAAAAAAAHs/yy2B0ZiWOYg/s320/DSC02866.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RhWqYnFAMoI/AAAAAAAAAHk/ERRPp82keyI/s1600-h/DSC02852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050129896949428866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RhWqYnFAMoI/AAAAAAAAAHk/ERRPp82keyI/s320/DSC02852.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12729369-602020202938594937?l=decarlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/602020202938594937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12729369&amp;postID=602020202938594937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/602020202938594937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/602020202938594937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/2007/04/be-happy.html' title='Be happy'/><author><name>Amelia Fauzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11977901009869289545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RhWqjHFAMpI/AAAAAAAAAHs/yy2B0ZiWOYg/s72-c/DSC02866.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12729369.post-260449183192469844</id><published>2007-04-06T10:58:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T10:54:23.059+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elkana'/><title type='text'>Elka's Blog!</title><content type='html'>Elkana asked me what does "create blog" means when he watched me opening the blogspot page and writing my email address to sign in. I wanted to put Elkana's drawing and writing in the blog. When I explained to Elka about creating one own's blog, he really liked that idea and wanted to have his own blog. I helped him to set up what he wanted including creating his own email address. Its done! His email address is &lt;a href="mailto:elkanaalifi@gmail.com"&gt;elkanaalifi@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt; and his blog address is &lt;a href="http://elkanaalifi.blogspot.com"&gt;http://elkanaalifi.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;! Wow I was so happy because I did not expect him wanted to create his own blog in this stage. He followed all procedures with patient and antusiastic including when signing up the email. He chose a picture he wanted to post in his blog and wrote what was about. His first posting is about respect. See &lt;a href="http://elkanaalifi.blogspot.com/2007/04/about-respect.html"&gt;http://elkanaalifi.blogspot.com/2007/04/about-respect.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weldone Elkana,&lt;br /&gt;I am very poud of you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12729369-260449183192469844?l=decarlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/260449183192469844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12729369&amp;postID=260449183192469844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/260449183192469844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/260449183192469844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/2007/04/elkas-blog.html' title='Elka&apos;s Blog!'/><author><name>Amelia Fauzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11977901009869289545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12729369.post-5253764769983037836</id><published>2007-04-01T06:50:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T10:01:05.861+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>TMNT</title><content type='html'>Anak-anak jadi korban iklan televisi. Akhir-akhir ini ada iklan film Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle, disingkat TMNT. Elka dan Farhan antusias sekali ingin menonton. Setelah seminggu kami mengemukakan banyak alasan untuk tidak nonton, akhirnya Sabtu kemarin mereka bersama Rifqi diantar Amir pergi nonton TMNT ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pulangnya, Elka antusias sekali bercerita mengenai film yang menurutnya bagus. "The ninja saved the world from the bad monsters," begitu katanya. Ah itu sih tema biasa. Saya sering mengintip nonton film ini sekitar jam 7 pagi dan memang tema kura-kura ninja ya hero itu. Sama halnya dengan superman, batman, spiderman, dan power rangers itu. Tapi setelah saya pikir, kura-kura ninja ini agak spesial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asia hero vs amerika hero&lt;br /&gt;Semua super hero diatas tidak menunjukkan jati dirinya. Kecuali kemudian superman dan batman yang menyukai pujian dan penghargaan formal, walaupun jati diri mereka tetap disembunyikan. Saya pikir ada bedanya antara kisah-kisah pahlawan Amerika ini dengan Kura-kura Ninja dan Power Rangers yang menganut unsur ketimuran. yang pertama adalah para single fighter sedangkan yang kedua teamwork fighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Power ranger berbeda dengan kura-kura ninja. Walaupun power rangers berasal dari jepang dan juga memperlihatkan teamwork fighter, power ranger ini lebih banyak meniru dan mengidealkan barat, yaitu penggunaan teknologi, status sosial yang bagus (ketika menjadi orang biasa dan menjadi super hero), dan tema percintaan --seperti yang diperlihatkan dalam cerita superman dan spiderman. Tema multikultur ada di power ranger yang mewakili latar belakang asia, afrika, dan sebut saja barat. Tapi akhir-akhir ini terlihat superioritas barat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kura-kura ninja berbeda bahwa mereka adalah komunitas yang tidak memiliki status sosial. Mereka undergound heroes, yang tidak akan mungkin membuka identitas mereka ke publik. Mereka adalah orang-orang buangan yang tidak dianggap manusia oleh manusia kebanyakan, apalagi oleh penduduk kota metropolitan New York yang menjadi setting cerita. Tapi semangat membantu sesama kura-kura ninja ini sangat besar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selain tema teamwork dalam memberantas kejahatan yang selalu diusung kura-kura ninja ini, rupanya film kemarin mengangkat tema persaudaraan, begitu kata Amir yang menemani anak-anak nonton. Hmm, not bad. Mudah-mudahan tema itu juga terekam oleh anak-anak.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12729369-5253764769983037836?l=decarlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5253764769983037836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12729369&amp;postID=5253764769983037836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/5253764769983037836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/5253764769983037836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/2007/04/tnmt.html' title='TMNT'/><author><name>Amelia Fauzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11977901009869289545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12729369.post-2320224560740697011</id><published>2007-03-31T14:56:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:52:09.980+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Fara, the youngest member of Masduki family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/Rg3qV4IF_iI/AAAAAAAAAHc/IpIkEMl7z4E/s1600-h/faraa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047948418916679202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/Rg3qV4IF_iI/AAAAAAAAAHc/IpIkEMl7z4E/s320/faraa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ini foto Fara, anaknya Om Erik dan tante Dewi. Lucu ya. Fara saat ini menjadi anggota termuda keluarga Masduki. Entah kalau nanti tante Wiwik punya anak atau om/tante serta bude/pakde yang lain punya momongan lagi. Once Elkana was asked by my friend whether he wanted to have baby boy or baby girl for his brother or sister. He told my friend that it was my parents' choice! What a good and right answer Elkana... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very happy with her born. She will tighten their parent's love which once did not get blessing from few members of family. No body and no family is perfect. I hope later little Fara can change these people's mind on how strong and blessed her parent's marriage and how the merciful God blessed them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;your tante&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12729369-2320224560740697011?l=decarlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2320224560740697011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12729369&amp;postID=2320224560740697011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/2320224560740697011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/2320224560740697011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/2007/03/fara-youngest-member-of-masduki-family.html' title='Fara, the youngest member of Masduki family'/><author><name>Amelia Fauzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11977901009869289545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/Rg3qV4IF_iI/AAAAAAAAAHc/IpIkEMl7z4E/s72-c/faraa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12729369.post-604774101144098739</id><published>2007-03-31T14:34:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T06:24:49.189+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>ultah keluarga masduki</title><content type='html'>Sudah lama pingin investigasi ultah saudara terdekat.&lt;br /&gt;soalnya terharu dan ingin berbalas kebaikan mereka karena udah&lt;br /&gt;mengingatkan dan kirim ucapan ultah.&lt;br /&gt;Sekalian untuk mengingatkan saya tulis aja deh ultah mereka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mbak Eva, 18 September 1964&lt;br /&gt;Mas Apang, 23 Februari 1965&lt;br /&gt;Mas Oce, 22 Juni 1966&lt;br /&gt;Mas Tato, 12 Februari 1970&lt;br /&gt;Myself&lt;br /&gt;Erike, 2 agustus 1972&lt;br /&gt;Wiwiek, 6 Juli 1977&lt;br /&gt;Elina, 31 Oktober 1976&lt;br /&gt;Papah, 28 Oktober 1937&lt;br /&gt;Mamah, 5 Juli 1948&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sekalian,&lt;br /&gt;Amire, 18 Juli 1970&lt;br /&gt;Elka, 22 Juli 1999&lt;br /&gt;Farhan, 31 Oktober 2000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bagaimana ultah diingat, tidak diingat, dirayakan atau tidak itu adalah kultur. Tapi jika mengingat atau mengingatkan ultah berarti instrospeksi diri, menjadi kebaikan kan?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12729369-604774101144098739?l=decarlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/604774101144098739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12729369&amp;postID=604774101144098739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/604774101144098739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/604774101144098739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/2007/03/ultah-keluarga-masduki.html' title='ultah keluarga masduki'/><author><name>Amelia Fauzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11977901009869289545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12729369.post-1579185254210997322</id><published>2007-03-27T06:09:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:52:10.615+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Birthday</title><content type='html'>My parent's family used to celebrate birthdays, even though only by giving a congratulation statements, without parties or gifts. Until today my parents, sisters and brothers still sending me SMS reminding me my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday is a day to remembering our dreams and what have we achieved. For me its simply a day to ask 'what have you been?' or sing Syair Abu Nuwas (a gay poet) especially on parts: &lt;em&gt;wa 'umry nāqish fi kulli yaumy, wa zanby zāid un kaifa ihtimāly&lt;/em&gt;. (umurku berkurang setiap hari, sedangkan dosaku bertambah, bagaimana aku menanggungnya).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were in Indonesia, we never made serious parties for both Elkana and Farhan's birthdays. We used to delivered birthday cakes to our surrounding neighbours who did not know what was the cakes for. The last one I remember was Elkana's 5th birthday that we held few days before we went to Melbourne. We prepared everything except circulating invitation. On the day, we just asked Elkana and Farhan to bring their friends who used to play outside house to come inside. Then we sang, eat snacks, drink juices, and gave those children big lolly bags and pieces of birthday cake. Elkana was very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, when these boys grew up, they knew that celebrating birthdays meant getting toys and presents. For Elkana's birthday we could not say no for having a small party at home. For Farhan's 6th birthday we could manage for not having a party at our house. Instead we brought cakes and lolly bags to Farhan's class room in the morning and to Farhan's friends at the After Care program in the afternoon. When Farhan realized that he did not get any presents, he then asked (all the times) that we should celebrate his 7th birthday at home. I hope this request is only for 7 years old children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/Rgg2PEXazQI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/EvCf0cl6XyI/s1600-h/ultah+elka1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046343014966545666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/Rgg2PEXazQI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/EvCf0cl6XyI/s200/ultah+elka1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 22, 2006&lt;br /&gt;Elkana's friends in his 7th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;They played pass the puzzle game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/Rgg1NkXazPI/AAAAAAAAAHI/avIfh_Y4PG8/s1600-h/ultahfarhanaftercare.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046341889685114098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/Rgg1NkXazPI/AAAAAAAAAHI/avIfh_Y4PG8/s200/ultahfarhanaftercare.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 31, 2006&lt;br /&gt;Loretta, the coordinator of the After Care program, helped Farhan to cut the cake. It was so yummy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/Rgg09kXazOI/AAAAAAAAAHA/kgWJqrLoA0g/s1600-h/ultahfarhanedited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046341614807207138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/Rgg09kXazOI/AAAAAAAAAHA/kgWJqrLoA0g/s200/ultahfarhanedited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 31, 2006&lt;br /&gt;Farhan's friends were singing a birthday song for Farhan before he blew the candles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12729369-1579185254210997322?l=decarlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1579185254210997322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12729369&amp;postID=1579185254210997322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/1579185254210997322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/1579185254210997322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/2007/03/birthday.html' title='Birthday'/><author><name>Amelia Fauzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11977901009869289545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/Rgg2PEXazQI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/EvCf0cl6XyI/s72-c/ultah+elka1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12729369.post-731182060111863368</id><published>2007-03-27T02:59:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T04:07:24.909+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Indonesia'/><title type='text'>Empat Mata, boleh juga...</title><content type='html'>Akhir-akhir ini sering nonton acara Empat Mata- nya Tukul lewat youtube. Seru banget. Kita ketawa-ketiwi. Selain bikin urat-urat jadi kendor, acara ini jadi pengobat rindu akan Indonesia. hik,hik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pelawak yang bagus itu ya seperti Tukul, lebih banyak menertawai kekurangan diri sendiri (dari pada ngomongin orang lain). Akhirnya malah jadi self kritik. Bravo! Saya senang karena acara humor ini pro keadilan gender, pro keluarga harmonis (maksudnya monogamous marriage bukan poligamy), juga menjadi kritik sosial. (Awas lho, kalo mendukung poligamous marriages kita boikot gak mau nonton lagi).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semoga ke depan kritik sosial dan edukasi -nya diperkuat misalnya masukin isu seperti kepedulian terhadap lingkungan, bahayanya terorisme, kedermawanan sosial, pendidikan antikorupsi, pendidikan agama yang inklusif, dan multikulturalisme etnik dan agama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diem-diem tampang Tukul udah rada alus sekarang, walaupun ndesonya masih kelihatan. Tapi dengan tampang ndeso dan tampilan yang natural ndeso itu doi jadi komersial. Tukul, you are too cool...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12729369-731182060111863368?l=decarlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/731182060111863368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12729369&amp;postID=731182060111863368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/731182060111863368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/731182060111863368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/2007/03/empat-mata-boleh-juga.html' title='Empat Mata, boleh juga...'/><author><name>Amelia Fauzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11977901009869289545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12729369.post-5486432257859125612</id><published>2007-03-17T13:01:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:52:11.293+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Elka - Farhan Kecil</title><content type='html'>Ngeliat foto elka dan farhan kecil rasanya waktu cepat sekali berlalu.&lt;br /&gt;Elka dan Farhan kelihatan seperti sosok yang berbeda ketika kecil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042711293806703938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RftPNEwy9UI/AAAAAAAAAGo/ku_6GEd5HYs/s320/bocah2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Di foto ini (dari kiri ke kanan) ada Galuh, Ucuy, Harun, Elka, Farhan dan Galih. Farhan agak gemuk dibanding Elka yang kurus. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042712200044803410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RftQB0wy9VI/AAAAAAAAAGw/kq0v_LIdmyc/s320/elka%2Bakung.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Di foto ini ada Akung sedang duduk dan Ai berdiri disampingnya. Elka berdiri disamping Harun. Zahra dipangku Om Oce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042717787797255522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RftVHEwy9WI/AAAAAAAAAG4/SIg5hPUx67Q/s320/farhan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Farhan berbaju merah bersama Ucuy, Harun, Zahra, dan Galih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Waktu berjalan cepat...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12729369-5486432257859125612?l=decarlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5486432257859125612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12729369&amp;postID=5486432257859125612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/5486432257859125612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/5486432257859125612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/2007/03/elka-farhan-kecil.html' title='Elka - Farhan Kecil'/><author><name>Amelia Fauzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11977901009869289545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RftPNEwy9UI/AAAAAAAAAGo/ku_6GEd5HYs/s72-c/bocah2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12729369.post-1926133221190732814</id><published>2007-03-16T01:04:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:52:11.823+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Islam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Australia'/><title type='text'>Lebaran-nya Indonesia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RflZkUwy9RI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/UrwcSqFmlT8/s1600-h/lebaran4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042159738401518866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RflZkUwy9RI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/UrwcSqFmlT8/s320/lebaran4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Shalat Ied di Sport Center Melbourne University&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Pas lihat-lihat foto, terlihat ada foto-foto yang kami buat pada saat Lebaran tahun lalu (2006). Senang rasanya melihat foto-foto itu. Kami sekeluarga begitu ceria. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Lebaran sebenarnya momen lintas bangsa bagi umat Islam. Tapi memang realnya kami lebih senang untuk shalat dan berkumpul dengan 'mahluk' sejenis. Bukan apa-apa, selain khutbahnya tidak dalam bahasa yang aneh terdengar di telinga, makanannya juga pas dilidah. Bayangkan kalau kita ke Mesjid Turki atau Libanon. Mengantuk dan bosan, juga terasing rasanya. Selain masalah 'rasa' dan bahasa, alasan teknis lain juga ada. Hari lebaran komunitas ini belum tentu sama dengan lebarannya komunitas Indonesia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sama-sama di Melbourne, tapi pilihan lebarannya beda. Kalau masalah perbedaan ini berdasarkan perhitungan rasional kalender dan melihat bulan (hilal dan ru'yah), yah masuk akal deh. Tapi penentuan lebaran ini lebih banyak tidak rasional. How? Lha masing-masing komunitas pertama melihat lebaran yang dilaksanakan di negara asal masing-masing. Lalu penetapan lebaran ini mengobrak-abrik sistem kalender. Maksudnya penetapan itu lebih emosional karena sebenarnya bisa membuang sehari atau menambah sehari penanggalan hijriyah. Yang kelihatan jelas itu kalo lebaran haji. Orang ribut menetapkan 10 dzulhijjah. Lho, emang dengan gitu tanggal 1 dzulhijjahnya bisa dirubah? Selain itu, sebagian besar komunitas itu 'manut' pada lebarannya Saudi yang menurut para ulama Saudi sendiri jangan menuruti waktu Saudi. Karena perhitungan lebaran itu bersifat lokal, walaupun momennya internasional. Memang perbedaan itu rahmat. Tapi mengikuti secara buta ini something which is totally wrong. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;BTW, jadi hampir lupa nih niat utamanya: upload foto! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042160842208113970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/Rflakkwy9TI/AAAAAAAAAGg/-V9wa3Tbshw/s320/lebaran2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bersama Rifqi, anak yang tegar walaupun sedang jauh dari ayah (di Indonesia, belum bisa datang ke Ozy) dan ibu (conference somewhere in Australia) nya. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042160421301318946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RflaMEwy9SI/AAAAAAAAAGY/xVFcvQA9ELs/s320/lebaran1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Kami sekeluarga berbatik ria. Batik hadiah dari Yang Uti akhirnya kesampaian juga dipake sama Elka dan Farhan. Bagus ya...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12729369-1926133221190732814?l=decarlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1926133221190732814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12729369&amp;postID=1926133221190732814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/1926133221190732814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/1926133221190732814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/2007/03/lebaran-nya-indonesia.html' title='Lebaran-nya Indonesia'/><author><name>Amelia Fauzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11977901009869289545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RflZkUwy9RI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/UrwcSqFmlT8/s72-c/lebaran4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12729369.post-7127008342987867545</id><published>2007-03-16T00:35:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T02:50:51.869+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Multikulturalism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Australia'/><title type='text'>Pendidikan Multikulturalisme = Melawan Rasisme</title><content type='html'>Tadi baru mengisi acara di Coburg Library. Bersyukur tadi bisa bawa Elka untuk ikut acara itu. Acaranya sih intinya untuk launching buku-buku mengenai Indonesia yang ada di perpustakaan Coburg. Terus dikaitkan dengan Diversity Week di Victoria, maka tema Multikulturalisme begitu jelas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tadi presentasiku juga bertema diversity etnis dan agama di Indonesia, terus topik yang kuambil mengenai diversity dalam acara pernikahan.  Selain saya ada Elise Gould mahasiswi unimelb yang mengisahkan pengalamannya di Indonesia khususnya mengenai diversity culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ending acara di Coburg tadi bagus sekali. Penampilan tari topeng Cirebon yang diiringi gamelan kelompok Putra Panji Asmara pimpinan Michael Ewing. Saya sebelumnya sudah pernah lihat Micheal menari dan penampilan gamelan Cirebonnya. Tapi kali ini ada humor teatrikalnya/ Mungkin kalau di wayang itu seperti 'goro-goro' yang isinya guyonon si Semar. Ini improvisasi yang cerdas.  Mana yang jadi 'Semarnya' Prof Helen lagi. Bener-bener seperti clown. Penampilan kelompok gamelan dan tari topeng ini jadi 'ramah' anak-anak pula. Walau tarian terakhir terlalu panjang, secara umum penampilan mereka luar biasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sambil menyaksikan Michael menari diiringi musik Sunda yang mengalir (tapi belum bisa ngalahin degung...), saya berfikir mengenai apa yang dilakukan Coburg library, pemerintah victoria, dan masyarakatnya. Diversity disini begitu dihargai. Diberi nama Multikulturalism. Bahkan anak-anak pun --melalui pemberian pita oranye untuk disematin dibaju-- didoktrin untuk tidak berbuat rasis. Anti diskriminasi. Duhai, indahnya perbedaan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pendidikan Multikulturalisme itu bisa dari mana saja, tidak hanya dari sekolah formal. Perpustakaan disini benar-benar berfungsi menjadi center edukasi buat masyarakat, dan mendukung program sekolah anak-anak usia sekolah. Perpustakaan bukan sekedar tempat menaro buku untuk bisa dibaca, tapi memiliki kaki dan tangan untuk meraih dewasa dan anak-anak. Ada program menggambar berhadiah untuk anak-anak, ada acara talk, acara kesenian, ada komputer bagus untuk browsing, dan dibuat untuk family friendly... (Duh, kapan ya, Indonesia punya perpustakaan seperti itu).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dengan center-center seperti perpustakaan Coburg ini, wajar saja jika diversity menjadi sesuatu yang indah, bukan petaka. Bukan konflik etnis dan agama, bukan perang antar suku, bukan kebencian tidak berdasar, tapi bagaimana memahami perbedaan, dan menjadikannya sebuah potensi untuk kebersamaan dan perdamaian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets fight against racism!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12729369-7127008342987867545?l=decarlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7127008342987867545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12729369&amp;postID=7127008342987867545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/7127008342987867545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/7127008342987867545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/2007/03/pendidikan-multikulturalisme-melawan.html' title='Pendidikan Multikulturalisme = Melawan Rasisme'/><author><name>Amelia Fauzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11977901009869289545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12729369.post-3491611673065734533</id><published>2007-03-03T18:41:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T14:53:38.891+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farhan'/><title type='text'>Maisy goes to the library</title><content type='html'>by Farhan       &lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;br /&gt;Maisy likes going to the library. how lovely to  look at a book in a nice quiet piace. it was the sort of day when Maisy wanted a book about fish. she found a flappy book about birds ... but no fish. she f0und a shiny green book about  turtles ... and  a great big stripy book about tigers but no fish! Never mind  , there are so many other things to do in the library ... use  the computer listen to music make a  copy of your favourite picture ... look at the fish in the aquarium ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12729369-3491611673065734533?l=decarlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3491611673065734533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12729369&amp;postID=3491611673065734533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/3491611673065734533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/3491611673065734533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/2007/03/maisy-goes-to-library.html' title='Maisy goes to the library'/><author><name>Amelia Fauzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11977901009869289545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12729369.post-1962551342311803421</id><published>2007-03-03T18:38:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T14:54:42.956+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elkana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><title type='text'>starwars star pilot</title><content type='html'>by elkana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The starwars galaxy is a big place with millions of planets in it and it is yours to explore. But you are going to need a ride and maybe you will take a shin in a speedy starfighter. perhaps cruising in a silver star ship is more your style. With luck you will steer clear of the terrifying supur star destroyers in the huge starwars galaxy you need space vehicles for getting around. There are thousands of different ships zooing among the star. Some carry just one passenger whilst others move an entire army. This book sh ows you all the important starwars spacecraft. Welcome to the galaxy. Step in buckle up and enjoy the ride. Droid Control Ship The trade federation is a powerful group of greedy merchants from all over the galaxy. ils leaders fly around in large doughnut shaped cargo ships. The trade federation is unhappy with the galactic Reepublic which rules the galaxy. To prepare for war the trade federation secretly changas its cargo ships into battleship. These can carry weapons and robot soldiers called battle droids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12729369-1962551342311803421?l=decarlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1962551342311803421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12729369&amp;postID=1962551342311803421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/1962551342311803421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/1962551342311803421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/2007/03/starwars-star-pilot.html' title='starwars star pilot'/><author><name>Amelia Fauzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11977901009869289545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12729369.post-4513636892804196679</id><published>2007-02-20T21:00:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:52:12.165+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elkana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><title type='text'>Legos and bionicles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RdrJh_7b_YI/AAAAAAAAAGA/12B9TqhmNr4/s1600-h/bionicle5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033557119473548674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RdrJh_7b_YI/AAAAAAAAAGA/12B9TqhmNr4/s320/bionicle5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RdrJF_7b_XI/AAAAAAAAAF4/fq4lCoIX-JM/s1600-h/bionicle2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033556638437211506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RdrJF_7b_XI/AAAAAAAAAF4/fq4lCoIX-JM/s320/bionicle2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Elkana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hi my name is Elkana. I am going to talk about legos and bionicles. Legos are toys you can make things with it.It can be in a box and in the box you can make a big toy to play with. bionicles are good because it is hard and it is betar than leogs. It is my creation&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12729369-4513636892804196679?l=decarlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4513636892804196679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12729369&amp;postID=4513636892804196679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/4513636892804196679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/4513636892804196679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/2007/02/legos-and-bionicles.html' title='Legos and bionicles'/><author><name>Amelia Fauzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11977901009869289545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RdrJh_7b_YI/AAAAAAAAAGA/12B9TqhmNr4/s72-c/bionicle5.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12729369.post-3721743350518252599</id><published>2007-02-17T10:42:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T11:37:35.320+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children education'/><title type='text'>Kaus Kaki Bolong...?</title><content type='html'>Heran deh, sejak Elka dan Farhan masuk SD kaus kaki kaki mereka cepat sekali rusak. Lubang-lubang berwarna coklat menganga di bagian bawah jari kaki seperti habis dipakai berjalan tanpa sepatu di tanah lapangan keras. Tidak saja kaus kaki, bahkan sepatu mereka juga memperlihatkan tanda-tanda yang sama. Bolong! di bagian telapak kaki depan, atau di bagian atas jari kaki. Bolongnya seperti kanfas rem yang sering direm mendadak. Gak mau kalah, celana panjang mereka juga bolong di bagian lutut. Awalnya sih terlihat beset-beset seperti kena amplas. Lama-lama robek dan mengangga lebar seperti tertawa mesem. Jadi keluarnya uang dollar kertas berwarna merah ($20) dan kuning ($50) membengkak tiga kali lipat untuk beli kaus kaki, sepatu dan celana panjang. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sewaktu Farhan masih di tk dan Elka grade one di SD, tiap hari sepatu dan kaus kaki mereka berwarna coklat dan berlumuran pasir. Di TK dan sekolah memang ada pasir yang sengaja ditaro untuk main. Saya sampai khawatir pasir-pasir itu habis akibat terbawa sama anak-anak setiap hari. Apalagi Farhan, celana sekolahnya juga ikut full pasir. Jadi tiap pagi saya mbalik dan ngoyang-ngoyangin sepatu farhan supaya pasirnya jatuh. Amir juga paling gak sebulan sekali masukin sepatu-sepatu bergambar spiderman dan kura-kura ninja itu ke mesin cuci kami yang dahsyat, bisa mencuci apa pun yang masuk dengan baik. Ketika keduanya di SD (Farhan di prep dan elka grade 1), kasus bolong ini semakin menjadi-jadi. Bahkan rupanya celana bolong ini diproduksi seimbang antara elka dan farhan. Tapi, kasus pencurian pasir yang masuk dalam sepatu sudah tidak ada lagi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keheranan saya terjawab sdikit-sedikit waktu saya sering ke sekolah. Bolong yang menimpa kaus kaki, sepatu, dan celana itu akibat pola bermain mereka. Dalam permainan apapun yang mereka lakukan, elka-farhan menjatuhkan diri atau jatuh di atas karpet yang nyaman dengan kaki dan lutut mereka sebagai rem. Nah rata-rata 3 jam setiap hari mereka melakukan aktivitas fisik di sekolah dan aftercare program. Pantas saja kaus kaki bahkan sepatunya bolong pada bagian depan. Sejak itu elka dan farhan jarang sekali pake celana pendek, soalnya daripada lutut mereka yang jadi rem, mendingan celana panjang mereka yang jadi tumbal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucunya mereka lebih menyukai celana bolong itu daripada celana barunya. "Bolong? who cares?" kata mereka.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12729369-3721743350518252599?l=decarlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3721743350518252599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12729369&amp;postID=3721743350518252599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/3721743350518252599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/3721743350518252599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/2007/02/kaus-kaki-bolong.html' title='Kaus Kaki Bolong...?'/><author><name>Amelia Fauzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11977901009869289545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12729369.post-868235773942414506</id><published>2007-02-07T00:53:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:52:13.926+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Australia'/><title type='text'>Australia Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RdAm8nye25I/AAAAAAAAAFs/CPbLN9AzHrg/s1600-h/pawai5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RdAm8nye25I/AAAAAAAAAFs/CPbLN9AzHrg/s320/pawai5.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030563606687570834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Australia Day dirayakan setiap tanggal 26 January. Pada perayaan Australia day tahun 2007 ini Elka dan Farhan bersama Rifki ikut pawai &lt;em&gt;Australia Day&lt;/em&gt; di city.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pawai dan perayaannya bertemakan &lt;em&gt;Australian Unity&lt;/em&gt;, intinya sih seperti &lt;em&gt;Bhineka Tunggal Ika aja&lt;/em&gt;, menyatukan semua elemen masyarakat yang berasal dari beragam bangsa dan berkarya di berbagai bidang untuk punya semangat kesatuan. Misalnya di bawah ini dari komunitas Kroasia dan dari grup atletik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RciSr3uUNHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/v4yomm1GEh0/s1600-h/kroatia.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028430266349401202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RciSr3uUNHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/v4yomm1GEh0/s200/kroatia.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RciShHuUNGI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Zugsb4xlFGQ/s1600-h/atletik.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028430081665807458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RciShHuUNGI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Zugsb4xlFGQ/s200/atletik.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tapi yang paling banyak mendapat sorotan adalah komunitas bangsa atau katakan saja etnis, misalnya dari Italia, Cina, India, dan termasuk Indonesia. Dari pawai ini kelihatan yang cukup berhasil dalam beradaptasi 'menjadi Australia' adalah komunitas Cina. Lha wong walikota Melbourne yang sekarang juga keturunan Cina kok. Yang terlihat serba salah adalah dari negara-negara Islam seperti Pakistan dan Libanon. Apalagi yang terakhir ini sering memperlihatkan potensi rasial vis a vis kulit putih. Cukup kontras melihat barisan perwakilan dari Pakistan yang hanya sekitar enam orang saja dan barisan Indonesia yang tepat dibelakangnya. Pakistan hanya diwakili oleh laki-laki, berjenggot, tanpa kemeriahan pakaian adat (malah kesannya sedikit menakutkan begitu, karena menggambarkan kelompok Islam radikal...). Sedangkan barisan Indonesia begitu colourful, meriah, imbang antara laki-laki dan perempuan (bahkan lebih banyak perempuan). Tapi harus diapresiasi kalau kelompok-kelompok 'ragu' seperti Pakistan itu ada keinginan untuk berpawai dalam 'Australia bersatu', karena kalau tidak mungkin bisa menjadi contoh kasus clash civilization antara Islam dan Barat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nah Elka, Farhan dan Rifki termasuk barisan depan. Trims untuk kak Ning (ketua grup seni) yang mengatur pawai dan Nana (mamanya Rifki) yang mengajak dan mengenalkan saya dengan kak Ning. Berkat mereka, Elka dan Farhan bisa ikut pawai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RciMjnuUNDI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Y5DNDyesWuo/s1600-h/pawai3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028423527545713714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RciMjnuUNDI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Y5DNDyesWuo/s200/pawai3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RciMUnuUNCI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/JPUr3sEur-0/s1600-h/pawai1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028423269847675938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RciMUnuUNCI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/JPUr3sEur-0/s200/pawai1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Setelah pawai selesai, Elka, Farhan dan Rifki menikmati berbagai hiburan. Mereka bermain bola pukul (wah gak tahu namanya apa ya...), jumping castle, naik jembatan pramuka, komidi putar, dan golf. Terakhir ketika pulang kami berfoto deh di depan fotonya si '&lt;em&gt;c'mon!,&lt;/em&gt;' bukan si Cemon tapi Hewitt bintang tenis Australia. Australia Day juga bertepatan dengan even tenis internasional yaitu Australia open. Jadi Melbourne ramai dengan turis. Kota Melbourne ini memang kota turis, dan semua even itu dikelola baik sekali untuk menyenangkan dan mendatangkan turis serta membuat penduduk Melbourne senang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RciKpXuUNAI/AAAAAAAAAEA/9ZMY0tW5OdI/s1600-h/bola.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028421427306705922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RciKpXuUNAI/AAAAAAAAAEA/9ZMY0tW5OdI/s200/bola.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RciPz3uUNFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/2pRCdWJu3qk/s1600-h/cmon.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028427105253471314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RciPz3uUNFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/2pRCdWJu3qk/s200/cmon.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Australia Day...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12729369-868235773942414506?l=decarlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/868235773942414506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12729369&amp;postID=868235773942414506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/868235773942414506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/868235773942414506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/2007/02/australia-day.html' title='Australia Day'/><author><name>Amelia Fauzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11977901009869289545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RdAm8nye25I/AAAAAAAAAFs/CPbLN9AzHrg/s72-c/pawai5.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12729369.post-7758693819709172953</id><published>2007-02-06T19:42:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:52:15.456+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Australia'/><title type='text'>Sovereign Hil: Mengalami Sejarah...</title><content type='html'>Tanggal 27 January, sehari setelah Australia Day, kami jalan-jalan ke Sovereign Hill, di Ballarat, Melbourne. Ini benar-benar wisata sejarah di mana pengunjung diajak untuk mengalami sejarah itu sediri. Diantaranya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RchRqXuUM-I/AAAAAAAAADM/6lfoPEKvnnk/s1600-h/family.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028358772323791842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RchRqXuUM-I/AAAAAAAAADM/6lfoPEKvnnk/s200/family.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;memakan makanan seperti tahun 1850 di Ballarat (permennya kami makan sekeluarga baru habis dalam satu hari...),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RchRi3uUM9I/AAAAAAAAADE/b0WhQ1tRl7M/s1600-h/school.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028358643474772946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RchRi3uUM9I/AAAAAAAAADE/b0WhQ1tRl7M/s200/school.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bersekolah dan belajar menulis huruf latin dengan pena (sebenarnya banyak sekolah negeri dan madrasah di Indonesia dalam kondisi seperti ini atau jauh lebih sederhana dari sekolah tahun 1850 ini), &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RchTGHuUM_I/AAAAAAAAADU/tRg4vSlCyI4/s1600-h/prajurit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028360348576789490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RchTGHuUM_I/AAAAAAAAADU/tRg4vSlCyI4/s200/prajurit.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dijaga oleh prajurit bergenderang dengan pakaian yang fancy,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RchRX3uUM8I/AAAAAAAAAC8/4KOZGtZSzak/s1600-h/me&amp;amir.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028358454496211906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RchRX3uUM8I/AAAAAAAAAC8/4KOZGtZSzak/s200/me%26amir.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RchP-3uUM3I/AAAAAAAAACU/xJqyvG6NjjI/s1600-h/ballarat+mum.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028356925487854450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RchP-3uUM3I/AAAAAAAAACU/xJqyvG6NjjI/s200/ballarat+mum.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;memakai pakaian ala &lt;em&gt;cowboy&lt;/em&gt; dan &lt;em&gt;cowgirl&lt;/em&gt; (sampai pakaian dalam dan aksesoris seperti jam dan anting, sesuai dengan tahun 1850 itu), &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RchROnuUM7I/AAAAAAAAAC0/kVr0hhDNzKQ/s1600-h/gold2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028358295582421938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RchROnuUM7I/AAAAAAAAAC0/kVr0hhDNzKQ/s200/gold2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mendulang emas (pasir-pasir dan debu emas masih banyak di temukan di aliran sungan kecil itu lho...), &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RchQYHuUM4I/AAAAAAAAACc/H9-hfXbzjs8/s1600-h/elkanabuble.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028357359279551362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RchQYHuUM4I/AAAAAAAAACc/H9-hfXbzjs8/s200/elkanabuble.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan pesta gelembung air (&lt;em&gt;bubles&lt;/em&gt;)! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kota ini dibangun kembali untuk tujuan wisata. Dan setiap harinya dibantu oleh sekitar 250 orang volunteer yang berperan sebagai penduduk sovereign hill tempo doeloe: ada yang mendulang emas, membuat permen, membuat panci dan piring, naik kereta kuda, dst. Tempat wisata ini dikelola dengan sangat baik, kelihatannya semua aspek bisa dijadikan uang. Mereka juga tidak lupa untuk memberi entartainment untuk anak-anak diantaranya ya gelembung air itu. Dan yang paling berkesan adalah 'gold mine tour' di mana kami masuk ke bawah tanah untuk melihat penggalian emas tempo dulu. Jaman dulu perempuan gak boleh masuk, tabu dan bisa membawa sial katanya. Ih orang Melbourne dulu percaya tahayul juga... Tapi memang dunia penambang itu sangat keras dengan resiko kehilangan nyawa yang sangat tinggi. Dulu anak-anak dipakai sebagai buruh kasar yang seharinya mendapat upah setengah upah orang dewasa. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Duh padahal di Indonesia kita punya banyak potensi wisata sejarah. Seandainya bisa dikelola seperti ini, pasti luar biasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12729369-7758693819709172953?l=decarlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7758693819709172953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12729369&amp;postID=7758693819709172953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/7758693819709172953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/7758693819709172953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/2007/02/sovereign-hil-mengalami-sejarah.html' title='Sovereign Hil: Mengalami Sejarah...'/><author><name>Amelia Fauzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11977901009869289545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RchRqXuUM-I/AAAAAAAAADM/6lfoPEKvnnk/s72-c/family.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12729369.post-5929947067606109303</id><published>2007-02-06T19:39:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:52:15.800+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elkana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children education'/><title type='text'>Gold Coast</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/Rcg-73uUM2I/AAAAAAAAACI/Mb6dH1UFcBg/s1600-h/goldcoast.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028338182250574690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/Rcg-73uUM2I/AAAAAAAAACI/Mb6dH1UFcBg/s320/goldcoast.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12729369-5929947067606109303?l=decarlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5929947067606109303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12729369&amp;postID=5929947067606109303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/5929947067606109303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/5929947067606109303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/2007/02/gold-coast.html' title='Gold Coast'/><author><name>Amelia Fauzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11977901009869289545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/Rcg-73uUM2I/AAAAAAAAACI/Mb6dH1UFcBg/s72-c/goldcoast.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12729369.post-1290772325924631468</id><published>2007-02-05T21:03:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T22:08:24.230+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farhan'/><title type='text'>from monday</title><content type='html'>by farhan&lt;br /&gt;in Monday i went to School and it was lunch time. then i played with Fatima a little bit then wi line up in the lineing up area. then wi went up the stairs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12729369-1290772325924631468?l=decarlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1290772325924631468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12729369&amp;postID=1290772325924631468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/1290772325924631468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/1290772325924631468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/2007/02/from-monday.html' title='from monday'/><author><name>Amelia Fauzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11977901009869289545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12729369.post-790885301536609785</id><published>2007-02-05T10:19:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T10:27:27.287+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children education'/><title type='text'>Antara Pertemanan dan Kegiatan Anak-anak</title><content type='html'>Weekend kemarin saya agak kerepotan mengatur Elka dan Farhan karena teman-teman mereka. Bukan karena teman-temannya ini berumur 5-7 tahun lebih tua dari Elka (7) dan Farhan (6), tapi karena mereka keranjingan game (xbox, PS, computer games), dan cenderung tidak mau berbagi dalam permainan. Elka dan Farhan senang sekali dengan kehadiran teman-temannya ini sepanjang hari di rumah, tapi tidak berdaya jika mereka merasa dirugikan. Selain itu Elka-Farhan cenderung mendengar teman-temannya daripada mengikuti kegiatan keluarga. Kami jadi serba salah mengatur anak-anak dan kehilangan privasi di rumah sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masalah privasi sudah bisa tertangani dengan memberikan aturan tegas tidak boleh masuk kamar. Anak-anak juga mengerti walaupun keberisikan mereka di ruang tamu tetap terdengar sampai kamar. Sebelumnya mereka tetap bermain di kamar walaupun saya atau Amir sedang bekerja atau istirahat di kamar yang sama. Ini memang karena kami terlalu terbuka. Jadi kebijakan mengenai privasi sudah ketok palu. Kemarin pun anak-anak beserta teman-temannya mau ketika saya minta untuk main di halaman atau di taman. Walaupun cuma 1 jam, lumayan lah bisa membuat mereka olah raga dan tidak menyentuh xbox. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kami merasa serba salah mengatur Elka dan Farhan karena selama ini saya dan Amir berusaha keras untuk membatasi permainan game, entah itu di komputer maupun di xbox. Kalaupun kami bolehkan, keduanya dalam batas waktu yang rasional dan diarahkan untuk belajar membaca atau strategi menyelesaikan masalah. Sulitnya teman-teman besar Elka dan Farhan ini mereka yang hobi game. Jadi target utama datang ke rumah adalah komputer dan xbox. Tidak mungkin bagi kami untuk membuang komputer dan xbox dari kamus anak-anak hanya karena pengaruh teman-temannya. Toh Elka dan Farhan sudah bisa belajar mencari tahu sesuatu melalui internet termasuk menulis di blog. Selain pengaruh game mania, teman-teman mereka sering memonopoli permainan dan tidak mau berbagi. Saya sering terganggu karena tangisan dan komplain Elka dan Farhan ditujukan ke saya akibat tidak dapat giliran main. Sulitnya Elka dan Farhan terkadang kurang mendukung kalau saya bersikap tegas, karena mereka khawatir tidak mendapat teman. Sampai pernah saya terpaksa membiarkan seorang anak untuk main komputer di rumah sedangkan saya, Elka dan Farhan pergi bersepeda dan belanja!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya baru menghayati mengapa sebagian orang tua suka membatasi pergaulan anak-anaknya, dengan cara yang langsung atau tidak langsung. Mungkin cara tidak langsung lebih nyaman dan bisa tetap menjaga hubungan baik berteman. Caranya ya dengan memberikan anak berbagai macam kesibukan. Jadi sosialisasi dengan teman-teman yang kurang sejalan dengan kegiatan mereka, akan berkurang dengan sendirinya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untuk ke depan, saya akan mencoba kedisiplinan waktu dan ketegasan, tapi diimbangi dengan dua hal: pemberian poin bintang sebagai hadiah dan memberikan lebih banyak kegiatan ketika weekend. Mengenai disiplin dan ketegasan, pasti akan ada kesan mama cerewet, mengatur-atur terus, atau ini gak boleh itu gak boleh. Saya memang khawatir kesan itu muncul sehingga mereka tidak mau menganggap saya sebagai teman. Jadi saya imbangi dengan lebih generous memberi poin bintang. Dan tentu saja memberi kegiatan reguler buat anak-anak, seperti ngaji Iqra, berenang, main bulu tangkis, dan belanja. Bisa saja dalam beberapa kegiatan teman-teman mereka ikut serta. Tapi jelas kami yang &lt;em&gt;leading&lt;/em&gt;, bukan anak-anak. Hmm coba ah saya diskusiin dengan Elka dan Farhan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah saya pikir, rupanya memang mau gak mau orang tua harus memberikan perhatian dan waktu untuk anak-anak, kalau mau anaknya menjadi sesuai dengan keinginan....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12729369-790885301536609785?l=decarlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/790885301536609785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12729369&amp;postID=790885301536609785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/790885301536609785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/790885301536609785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/2007/02/antara-pertemanan-dan-kegiatan-anak.html' title='Antara Pertemanan dan Kegiatan Anak-anak'/><author><name>Amelia Fauzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11977901009869289545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12729369.post-364534326843387288</id><published>2007-02-04T21:31:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T10:30:17.109+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elkana'/><title type='text'>about 50 stars</title><content type='html'>by elkana&lt;br /&gt;Me and farhan and my mum made a promise we can get a toy or a game when we get 50 stars.&lt;br /&gt;We can trade our stars cheap things and we could lose stars.If we want to get 50 stars we can do the dishes make the bed pack up toy serve food to mum and dad help people teach others.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12729369-364534326843387288?l=decarlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/364534326843387288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12729369&amp;postID=364534326843387288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/364534326843387288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/364534326843387288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/2007/02/about-50-stars.html' title='about 50 stars'/><author><name>Amelia Fauzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11977901009869289545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12729369.post-4211028655005636808</id><published>2007-02-04T20:23:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T10:30:49.979+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children education'/><title type='text'>Trading Stars</title><content type='html'>Two weeks ago Amir and I bought a quite expensive lego for Elka and Farhan. We could not avoid that because we promise that they could have presents they like if they get 50 stars. Each of them got 50 stars after collecting them around a month and a half from activities such as having shower, packing up rooms, no playing xbox, reading iqra books, and finishing their dinner or lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our effort to save money by preventing their wishes to buy toys all the time is fail. Because this way only accummulates their dreams to have toys. And this way could not eliminate their requests to have treats such as ice creams, fried chickens, burgers, and other junk food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a new strategy namely trading stars. This time they can loose their stars and trade them with toys or junk food they like. One star equivalent to $1. I am happy that both Elka and Farhan agree with this new plan. They said its fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday both Elka and Farhan lose several stars they had for having fried chicken and pasta from their favourite restaurants. I hope this plan will run well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12729369-4211028655005636808?l=decarlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4211028655005636808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12729369&amp;postID=4211028655005636808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/4211028655005636808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/4211028655005636808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/2007/02/trading-stars.html' title='Trading Stars'/><author><name>Amelia Fauzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11977901009869289545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12729369.post-2799285139833606780</id><published>2007-02-03T10:14:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:52:15.967+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children education'/><title type='text'>Happy and Messy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RcPLAnuUM1I/AAAAAAAAAB0/zaF_QIFcACw/s1600-h/DSC02684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027084820599288658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RcPLAnuUM1I/AAAAAAAAAB0/zaF_QIFcACw/s200/DSC02684.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I keep myself from packing up my children toys all the time and from forbidding them to play and make a mess. Of course many times our living rooms and bed rooms are very messy. Parents may choose of being tidy at the same time keeping children happy. But its difficult. Parents may tend to the right or the left. Amir and I tend to be the left ones. We thought, being creative is difficult without messy. Fortunately when my children are in a good mood they pack up the mess themselves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another mess in our house is a wall that Amir and I dedicate for showing our children works. It looks messy isnt it? Thats OK for us. As long as Elka and Farhan are happy and they understand that we do appreciate their creative works. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12729369-2799285139833606780?l=decarlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2799285139833606780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12729369&amp;postID=2799285139833606780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/2799285139833606780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/2799285139833606780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-and-messy.html' title='Happy and Messy'/><author><name>Amelia Fauzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11977901009869289545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RcPLAnuUM1I/AAAAAAAAAB0/zaF_QIFcACw/s72-c/DSC02684.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12729369.post-6644716804982506784</id><published>2007-01-25T22:09:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T09:00:54.198+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='study'/><title type='text'>PhD supervision</title><content type='html'>I am quite happy that finally the institute where I study does something regarding student supervision. I did not really care about supervision actually, from the very beginning of my Ph.D candidature. My principal supervisor resigned before I did my confirmation examination. I was like in the middle of nowhere. It was terrible situation because I came to this institute to learn from this person expertise. I could not blame the resigned supervisor. If I were in his position I might do the same as he did. What made me skeptical about supervision was that the institute was powerless and could not help me to continue supervision with the resigned supervisor. Other students and I were encouraged to choose someone from the institute as our formal supervisors; where actually has very limited resources.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After three years of my study, it seems that these formal supervisors were too kind to me; they never want to disturb my enjoyable study. I did two fieldworks in Indonesia and an archive research in the Netherlands, and went from a conference to a conference (from East to West, North to South). Last year I wrote only one very rough chapter that I was not satisfied at all. However, my supervisors neither gave complaints nor comments on what I wrote and I did. I think my supervisors are too kind and see me with too high standard so I did not really need ‘help.’ Or they just want to let me being supervised informally with my resigned supervisor, who is my shadow supervisor. This shadow supervisor is very helpful: reading my chapters, reports and essays; giving comments, references, and suggestion too. The only problem is he is too far away. I always break my promise to send him a revised chapter or even a progress email every month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is certainly unusual and bad direction. But I did not want to make a pressure on my recent supervisors too. I am doing my own project research, not them. So, I feel I get a freedom to do what I want to do. What a positive thinking! After three years I would say that I enjoyed of having not enough supervision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the institute wanted to encourage these supervisors to be more helpful. I welcome. Its good deed, why not supporting it? In fact, I do need help that urge me to write my thesis chapters. I am looking forward to have a different way to enjoying my phd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this &lt;em&gt;curhat&lt;/em&gt; I just one to give advice. For those of you want to take PhD studies, please choose the right supervisor. If you get the wrong one, keep cool and enjoy it! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12729369-6644716804982506784?l=decarlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6644716804982506784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12729369&amp;postID=6644716804982506784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/6644716804982506784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/6644716804982506784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/2007/01/phd-study-and-supervision.html' title='PhD supervision'/><author><name>Amelia Fauzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11977901009869289545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12729369.post-1064937902253542422</id><published>2007-01-20T19:55:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T21:14:11.093+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='renungan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Membagi Waktu</title><content type='html'>Rupanya sulit sekali. Tidak semudah membaca teori tentang membagi waktu. Karena waktu itu abstrak. Dan sesuatu yang diberikan waktu itu juga relatif. Mungkin itu yang membuatnya sulit. Istilah yang sering dipakai adalah &lt;em&gt;juggling between, works, study, and family&lt;/em&gt;. Seperti badut yang memainkan bola di udara, dan berupaya menjaga keseimbangan supaya bola-bola itu tertangani semua, tidak ada yang jatuh dan menjadi korban.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kesadaran akan "juggling" di atas malah menambah kesulitan. Tarik-menarik justru lebih kuat karena ada kesadaran penuh tentang prioritas: mementingkan studi pribadi atau memprioritaskan pendidikan anak-anak, atau prioritas bekerja supaya dapat mendatangkan capital untuk memberi pendidikan yang lebih baik kepada anak. Sulit. Misalnya, ketika mood menulis sedang bagus dan ingin kerja di kampus sampai larut malam, tapi hati tak tega rasanya. Panggilan telepon dari anak-anak yang sesekali menyapa dan menanyakan kapan pulang, membuat pikiran sudah melayang ke rumah. Apalagi mengingat kalau pulang larut, anak-anak suka tidur di ruang tamu, karena menunggu ibunya pulang. Berat rasanya kalau sedang dikejar deadline pekerjaan atau studi, tapi pada saat yang sama harus mengajarkan ngaji atau berkomunikasi dengan anak-anak dan suami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bisa saja kita berdalih, ah biar sekali-kali kan tak apa. Sekali-kali biar suami yang njemput anak-anak, sekali-kali anak-anak dibiarkan bermain xbox sepanjang hari, dan sesekali anak-anak makan junkfood. Tapi justru ini yang berbahaya. Karena virus 'sekali-kali' ini kalau sudah masuk ke software kita, pasti akan merusak semua program. Dan kita tidak sadar kalau sebenarnya kita sudah jauh meninggalkan kesadaran akan &lt;em&gt;juggling&lt;/em&gt; di atas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin yang lebih merasakan kesulitan ini adalah ibu. Karena peran domestik ibu biasanya lebih dominan dibandingkan ayah apalagi dalam kultur patriarki yang kental. Enaknya hidup di Australia atau negara Barat lainnya adalah bias gender dan kultur patriarki tidak terlalu kuat. Tidak ada tetangga yang membicarakan jika yang menjemur pakaian adalah suami, bukan istri; tidak ada oang tua yang terganggu jika anak laki-lakinya masak untuk istri dan anak; tidak ada yang mencemooh jika suami menganggur atau penghasilannya lebih rendah dari istri. Mungkin saja di Indonesia sebenarnya cukup enak bagi perempuan karir karena banyak asisten yang bisa membantu sehingga waktu untuk keluarga dan kerja atau studi bisa maksimal. Ada nenek dan kakek yang bisa membantu menjaga cucu; ada babby sitter, ada pembantu rumah tangga, ada adik dan kakak yang bisa diminta tolong. Tapi tentu saja, nantinya akan timbal balik dimana waktu yang untuk anak-anak dan suami juga terkurangi oleh waktu untuk keluarga besar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kembali ke prioritas, apa pun prioritas yang dipilih itu pasti ada resikonya. Walau kita berupaya adil terhadap pekerjaan, studi dan keluarga, tentu tidak bisa adil sepenuhnya. Tetap saja tetap ada satu hal yang sering kita prioritaskan lebih dari yang lain. Ini seperti keadilan semu poligami, yang tentu saja tidak bisa sepenuhnya adil. Prioritas ini adalah pilihan, yang kadang kita tidak sadar ketika memilihnya atau meninggalkan prioritas yang lain. Kalau pilihan sadar sih tidak mengapa, karena nanti tidak perlu kaget dengan hasil dan resikonya, apalagi resiko yang negatif.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi bagaimana sebaiknya membagi waktu? Satu hal yang sering kita dengar tentu kedisiplinan. Mungkin tepatnya disiplin yang berhati". Artinya, disiplin itu penting, tapi jangan terlalu ketat. Kalau terlaku ketat, terkadang menghilangkan substansi. Seperti waktu untuk belajar tidak perlu dipaksakan kalau pikiran sedang tidak ke studi tapi ke masalah anak. Mungkin terlihat agak aneh dengan "disiplin yang berhati" ini. Karena dalam kata lain berarti menjalankan disiplin yang tidak terlalu disiplin. hehe. Tapi ini hanya satu dari banyak cara untuk membagi waktu. Tiap orang pasti punya trik dan cara masing-masing dalam membagi waktu ini --kalau yang sadar. Kalau enggak, &lt;em&gt;al-waqt ka al-saif. &lt;/em&gt;Waktu itu seperti mata pedang. Kalau kita tidak bisa mengendalikannya, kita akan tertebas oleh mata pedang itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin yang tepat itu bukan membagi waktu, tapi mengendalikan waktu...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12729369-1064937902253542422?l=decarlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1064937902253542422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12729369&amp;postID=1064937902253542422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/1064937902253542422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/1064937902253542422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/2007/01/membagi-waktu.html' title='Membagi Waktu'/><author><name>Amelia Fauzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11977901009869289545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12729369.post-8245055611148450705</id><published>2007-01-13T21:16:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:52:16.173+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elkana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>sydney new years day</title><content type='html'>13/1/07&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/Rai4noTkmEI/AAAAAAAAABU/sJxkKKs4PB0/s1600-h/fireworks21.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019464775678335042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/Rai4noTkmEI/AAAAAAAAABU/sJxkKKs4PB0/s200/fireworks21.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Elkana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My famliy and my famliy friend went to sydney.At the end of the year 2006 we went to the city and on the way there are to meny people so my famliy went to a shot way.then we had to wat for 5 minutes then the fireworks came. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12729369-8245055611148450705?l=decarlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8245055611148450705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12729369&amp;postID=8245055611148450705' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/8245055611148450705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/8245055611148450705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/2007/01/sydney-new-years-day.html' title='sydney new years day'/><author><name>Amelia Fauzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11977901009869289545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/Rai4noTkmEI/AAAAAAAAABU/sJxkKKs4PB0/s72-c/fireworks21.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12729369.post-8563765800744208539</id><published>2007-01-13T14:43:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:52:16.339+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Australia'/><title type='text'>Ternyata, rumput tetangga tidak lebih indah dari rumput sendiri...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RaiQOITkmCI/AAAAAAAAAA8/BuFicCpb-98/s1600-h/bondi+family5web.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019420357126559778" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RaiQOITkmCI/AAAAAAAAAA8/BuFicCpb-98/s200/bondi+family5web.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sering kali kita membandingkan milik kita dengan milik orang lain. Dan sering kali pula, milik orang lain itu terlihat lebih baik, lebih indah, dst. Ungkapan yang sering dipakai adalah 'rumput tetangga terlihat lebih indah dari rumput sendiri.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, kaitannya dengan liburan kami sekeluarga di Sydney pada akhir tahun 2006 sampai tahun baru yang lalu. Memang sih kami ubek-ubek Sydney cuma 4 hari. Waktu yang tidak lama untuk bisa memberikan judgement yang obyektif. Tapi dari hasil 'observasi' singkat ini saya berpendapat bahwa dalam hal turisme kota Melbourne itu lebih baik dari kota Sydney. Penilaian ini bukan membandingkan antara St. Kilda dengan Bondi Beach misalnya, atau membandingkan Circular Quay dengan Federation Square. Tentu saja, masing-masing kota punya keunikan sendiri-sendiri yang tidak bisa dibandingkan. Tapi menurut saya kota Melbourne lebih baik dari kota Sydney dalam hal:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Keramahan-tamahan komunitasnya khususnya orang yang bertugas di publik service. Jarang sekali kami temui misalnya petugas stasiun dan supir bus yang baik dan mau sabar menghadapi turis yang tidak tahu banyak mengenai publik transport. Di Melbourne, di tempat-tempat yang ramai baik di jalan, stasiun kereta dan pemberhentian tram, ada petugas yang memberi informasi mengenai publik transport dan ada pula petugas yang bisa memberi informasi mengenai tempat-tempat wisata di Melbourne. Para petugas ini sangat helpful. Kalau melihat seseorang yang bingung atau lama ngelihatin peta, dia pasti segera datang dan bertanya "May I help you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Mungkin ini ada hubungannya dengan keramahan di atas, tapi bedanya ini adalah budaya di jalan. Jika di Melbourne, pejalan kaki itu dihargai sekali, di kota Sydney . Memang di Sydney aturannya juga begitu, tapi bayangkan siapa yang tidak senewen kalau kita lagi nyebrang jalan tapi didengarkan suara gas bus dan mobil yang meraung-raung tidak sabar mau cepat jalan dan 'meminta' kita supaya cepat nyebrang. Belum sampai kaki di sebrang jalan, bus sudah jalan di belakang kita. Mengenai bus ini, saya dan Amir sepakat kalau gaya para supir bus ini tak jauh beda dengan supir metro mini di Jakarta! Ini memang bus regular. Tapi bus regular di Melbourne jauh dari kultur kebut-kebutan dan tidak sabar seperti di Sydney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Tidak ada yang gratis! Libur tahun baru, di Sydney cuma ada diskon publik transport. Di Melbourne, beberapa hari libur seperti Natal dan Tahun Baru, public trasport itu free! Setiap hari ada bus turis gratis untuk keliling kota Melbourne. Ada juga tram yang disebut city circle yang kerjanya keliling kota, juga gratis. Selain Melbourne itu lebih generous, masyarakat juga di-encourage supaya naik public transport. Dan tentu saja ada diskonnya. Misalnya ada tiket sunday saver yang bisa dipakai untuk bepergian keliling kota Melbourne (unlimited travel) baik itu pake tram, kereta api, maupun bus pada hari minggu dengan hanya membayar $2.50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Kebersihan kota. Masih di airport Sydney, ketika kami keluar untuk antri taxi, kami sudah disuguhi dengan bau kencing yang menyengat. Di luar airport pun pemandangannya tidak menyegarkan. Yang terlihat cuma dinding-dinding bangunan parkir yang suram tanpa landcape taman yang indah. Perjalanan dari airport ke suburb dan city disuguhi dengan pemandangan yang suram. Beda dengan airport Melbourne. Lingkungan airport cukup menyegarkan dan perjalanan dari airport ke city juga disuguhi pemandangan yang menyenangkan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi, saya baru mengerti, kenapa kawan saya Eka Sri Mulyani yang tinggal di Sydney begitu antusias dan terkagum-kagum ketika datang ke Melbourne. Katanya "this is the real Australia..." hehe. Soalnya dia bilang kota Sydney itu apa bedanya dengan kota Jakarta yang penuh dengan bangunan-bangunan tinggi. Sedangkan di Melbourne bangunan bergaya victorian itu bisa banyak dilihat dan masih terawat baik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dari hasil jalan-jalan ke Sydney, saya pikir kalo Melbourne ini kota turis yang luar biasa. Lebih hijau, ramah, dan generous! Tentu saja ini dari kacamata turis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya mau menikmati Melbourne ah musim panas ini...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12729369-8563765800744208539?l=decarlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8563765800744208539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12729369&amp;postID=8563765800744208539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/8563765800744208539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/8563765800744208539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/2007/01/ternyata-rumput-tetangga-tidak-lebih.html' title='Ternyata, rumput tetangga tidak lebih indah dari rumput sendiri...'/><author><name>Amelia Fauzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11977901009869289545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RaiQOITkmCI/AAAAAAAAAA8/BuFicCpb-98/s72-c/bondi+family5web.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12729369.post-5081012410334797560</id><published>2007-01-03T18:40:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T14:12:25.451+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Islam'/><title type='text'>Hukuman Mati Saddam: Sebuah Kesalahan Besar</title><content type='html'>Akhirnya Saddam digantung mati sehari menjelang awal tahun 2007. Saddam menghadapi kematiannya dengan berani. Ia tidak mau memakai tutup kepala sebelum digantung. Bahkan ketika algojo memaki-makinya dan memuji muji pemimpin Syiah, Saddam masih sempat membalas makian itu. Dan akhirnya, kalimat syahadat yang diucapkan Saddam terhenti, menandakan ruhnya sudah meninggalkan jasad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kematian yang tragis. Mungkin itu yang harus dibayar oleh Saddam atas kekejaman dia ketika menjadi presiden Irak. Tapi apakah dengan kematian Saddam perang Sunni-Syiah akan berhenti? Tidak. Justru kematian Saddam menjadi bahan bakar utama. Apalagi proses peradilannya tidak transparan dan adil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banyak orang berpikir, kekejaman harus dibayar dengan kekejaman. Apalagi ada ayat al-Qur’an yang menyebutkan bahwa penghilangan mata harus dibayar dengan mata, tangan dibayar dengan tangan, dan jiwa dengan jiwa. Dan karenanya hukuman mati bagi Saddam adalah balasan atas pembunuhan yang dilakukan Saddam. Kelihatannya adil, tapi sebenarnya itu hanyalah keadilan semu. Dan ayat Qur’an yang menyatakan “mata dibayar mata” dst itu haruslah dibaca sebagai alternatif terakhir. Bukan satu-satunya cara memberi hukuman atau malah cara pertama memberi hukuman. Alternatif pertama adalah permintaan maaf dan musyawarah. Selayaknya keluarga yang dibunuh bisa bermusyawarah dari yang paling ringan yaitu menerima permintaan maaf sampai meminta berbagai macam konsesi (uang dan benda berharga misalnya). Toh jiwa yang sudah melayang tidak bisa digantikan lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi kelihatannya alternative terakhir itu sudah menjadi pilihan pertama. Apalagi dalam kasus Saddam. Pengadilan itu disitir oleh keinginan Bush untuk menjalankan dendam pribadinya menghilangkan nyawa Saddam melalui tangan pengadilan Irak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada dua kesalahan yang tidak disadari Irak dengan digantungnya Saddam. Pertama, Amerika benar-benar sudah menjajah dan menyetir Irak sesuai dengan keinginan politik Amerika, entah itu dendam pribadi Bush maupun dollar yang didapat dari kekayaan minyak Irak. Kedua, perang saudara antara Sunni dan Syiah akan semakin bergejolak karena kematian Saddam merupakan minyak panas yang akan membakar kemarahan pihak Sunni terhadap Syiah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inikah yang disebut demokrasi? Apakah masyarakat tertentu harus harus dipimpin oleh rejim diktator biar negara sejahtera? Apakah kesejahteraan Irak sebelum ini hanyalah kesejahteraan semu sebagaimana Indonesia dibawah rejim Orde Baru? Sebegitu kuatkah keinginan power dan harta itu? Entahlah. Yang diambang mata hanyalah dendam kesumat yang sebenanya tidak bisa menghentikan perang. Jika dendam dibalas dendam, kekerasan dibalas kekerasan, perang dibalas perang, apa bedanya Bush dengan Saddam? Dan kelihatannya dunia akan hancur oleh manusia sendiri karena nantinya nuklir dibalas dengan nuklir. Bisa jadi takdir kiamat itu ada di tangan manusia….&lt;br /&gt;Wallahu a'lam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12729369-5081012410334797560?l=decarlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5081012410334797560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12729369&amp;postID=5081012410334797560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/5081012410334797560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/5081012410334797560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/2007/01/hukuman-mati-saddam-sebuah-kesalahan.html' title='Hukuman Mati Saddam: Sebuah Kesalahan Besar'/><author><name>Amelia Fauzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11977901009869289545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12729369.post-7735551166992533396</id><published>2006-12-15T16:56:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T02:51:45.036+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Islam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philanthropy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Indonesia'/><title type='text'>Profesionalisme Amil Zakat</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Amelia Fauzia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amil zakat merupakan profesi yang serba salah, seperti halnya seorang kyai atau da’i. Di satu sisi, mereka diminta supaya bekerja secara profesional tapi di lain sisi mereka masih ditabukan untuk meminta bayaran. Karena itulah maka perzakatan di negeri kita selama berabad-abad tidak berkembang salah satunya akibat kerja amil yang dijalankan secara sambilan. Dari masa kerajaan Islam sampai abad ke sembilanbelas kondisi keamilan tidak berkembang lebih baik, kecuali awal abad kedua puluh dengan mulai beralihnya pemberian sumbangan langsung kepada fakir miskin dengan pemberian ke organisasi yang dimotori oleh Muhammadiyah. Berkat momentum Dompet Dhuafa dan kejatuhan Orde Baru lembaga amil sekarang berkembang lebih maju dengan terbentuknya institusi amil zakat atau institusi filantropi yang menghimpun dan mendayagunakan berbagai potensi kedermawanan sosial Islam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semangat kehati-hatian dan pengawasan terhadap lembaga amil zakat sangat perlu seperti yang ditulis oleh Abd. Salam Nawawi dengan judul ”Mewaspadai Penyimpangan Amil Zakat” (Jawa Pos 22/10/06). Namun kehati-hatian itu selayaknya diarahkan untuk lebih memprofesionalisasikan institusi amil zakat termasuk dalam pendayagunaan dana zakat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bentuk Amil Zakat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Di Indonesia, setidaknya ada tiga bentuk amil (pengelola zakat), yaitu amil individual, amil kepanitiaan, dan amil kelembagaan. Amil individual atau perorangan mengemban amanat dari masyarakat untuk mengumpulkan dan mendistribusikan zakat atas dasar integritas pribadinya serta pengetahuannya tentang hukum Islam. Amil individual ini berperan cukup penting sejak abad ketigabelas dan diperankan oleh fungsionaris agama Islam seperti yang biasa disebut, ustadz, kyai, teungku, dan kayim. Saat ini amil individual masih berfungsi di daerah pedesaan, bahkan di beberapa tempat ada yang menjadi jabatan seumur hidup. Akibat kemajuan dan kompleksitas masyarakat terbentuklah amil kepanitiaan dan kelembagaan. Amil kepanitiaan ini biasanya dibentuk di masjid, sekolah, lingkungan RT/RW, dan tempat kerja. Keberadaan amil kepanitiaan hanya temporer khususnya untuk mengumpulkan zakat fitrah menjelang Idul Fitri. Amil kelembagaan adalah institusi yang mengelola dana zakat dan dana filantropi (kedermawanan sosial) Islam lainnya seperti sedekah dan wakaf. Ada dua jenis, yaitu institusi amil atau filantropi Islam yang ada dibawah pemerintah dan disebut Badan Amil Zakat (BAZ), dan institusi amil non pemerintah yang disebut Lembaga Amil Zakat (LAZ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembaga amil non pemerintah mendapat berkembang pesat khususnya di wilayah urban. Dalam perjalanannya, perkembangan LAZ jauh melebihi BAZ dari sisi penghimpunan, pendayagunaan, dan transparansi, walaupun ada beberapa BAZ pemerintah daerah yang cukup baik seperti Bazis DKI Jakarta dan BAZ Sumut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kinerja dan Hak Amil&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benar bahwa amil adalah mustahik (orang yang berhak menerima zakat) dan sekaligus juga muzakki (orang yang wajib mengeluarkan zakat) khususnya ketika amil merupakan orang yang mampu secara ekonomi. Gaji atau hak amil ini merupakan konsekuensi logis atas kerja seseorang amil yang ditegaskan dalam Al-Qur’an surat Al-Taubah ayat 60.&lt;br /&gt;Sistem gaji dan peningkatan status amil sebagai salah satu profesi muncul akibat kritik terhadap sejarah panjang lembaga keamilan yang mayoritas ‘hidup enggan mati tak mau’ karena diurus paruh waktu dan tanpa administrasi yang baik. Dilihat dari perkembangan sejarah, kinerja amil sekarang sudah lebih baik. Pada abad ke sembilanbelas, Snouck Hurgronje (Penasihat urusan Pribumi) memaklumi para amil yang mengambil porsi pembagian zakat cukup banyak karena mereka adalah mustahik atas dasar kerja ke-amilannya dan statusnya sebagai orang miskin. Kondisi ini berjalan tanpa ada pengawasan yang memadai dari pemerintah. Badan amil yang kemudian dibentuk pemerintah mulai tahun 1984 pun tidak berfungsi maksimal karena masih dikerjakan secara paruh waktu. Institusi amil yang modern dan profesional –yang disemai oleh organisasi sosial Islam modern—akhirnya berkembang mulai tahun 90-an dimotori oleh Dompet Dhuafa. Dari sinilah maka wacana profesi amil bergulir yang menuntut amil bekerja secara profesional agar dana filantropi dapat lebih bermanfaat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penulis tidak memungkiri jika misalnya terdapat institusi amil zakat yang kinerjanya tidak maksimal tapi menuntut gaji yang tinggi. Sejak masa kolonial kritik terhadap kinerja dan rendahnya transparansi amil (individual) sudah ada. Akan tetapi tidak dapat dinafikan bahwa mayoritas institusi-institusi filantropi Islam khususnya LAZ yang berkiprah saat ini bekerja dengan baik. Bahkan, hampir semua LAZ didirikan atas dasar idealisme yang menguras tenaga, pikiran serta kocek para pegiatnya. Misalnya, donatur-donatur pertama Dompet Dhuafa tak lain adalah para pendiri Dompet Dhuafa itu sendiri. Begitu pula yang terjadi pada lembaga lain seperti Pos Keadilan Peduli Ummat (PKPU), Portal Infaq, dan Lembaga Wakaf Zakat Salman yang pada tahun-tahun awal pendiriannya para amil tidak mau mengambil hak mereka karena alasan kepentingan lembaga yang lebih besar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalam lembaga amil, tidak bisa dikatakan bahwa amil menentukan gaji mereka dengan seenaknya. Lembaga amil memiliki mekanisme pengawasan, transparansi dan akuntabilitas yang relatif baik. Organisasi amil diawasi oleh Dewan Pengawas, Dewan Syari’ah, serta oleh pemerintah dan masyarakat. Prosentase 1/8 (salah satu ijtihad yang dipakai oleh sebagian institusi filantropi) adalah suatu kehati-hatian dalam menentukan dana yang bisa digunakan untuk biaya operasional dan upah amil. Tanpa dana operasional ini, pendayagunaan dana filantropi tidak akan maksimal. Banyak pula institusi amil yang mengambil biaya operasional dari uang sedekah, bukan uang zakat, sehingga otomatis prosentase seperdelapan dari dana zakat tidak berlaku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Badan Amil yang ada di bawah pemerintah (BAZ) memang memiliki cerita yang sedikit berbeda dengan LAZ di atas. Staf BAZ menerima gaji dari pemerintah daerah karena status mereka sebagai pegawai pemda. Dalam perjalanannya ada BAZ yang tetap mengambil hak amil (karena memiliki pegawai honorer), namun ada juga BAZ yang tidak mengambil hak amil, contohnya Bazis DKI Jakarta, karena dibantu dari APBD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pendayagunaan Uang Zakat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Pendayagunaan zakat dan dana filantropi lainnya lahir dari kesadaran akan kegagalan fungsi filantropi Islam yang ternyata tidak bisa mengangkat umat Islam dari kemiskinan. Sebagian besar dana zakat dan sedekah digunakan untuk pemenuhan kebutuhan hidup jangka pendek yang konsumtif dan hanya sedikit yang digunakan untuk pemberdayaan masyarakat jangka panjang dan produktif. Tanpa pendayagunaan yang terencana dan maksimal maka dana filantropi hanya menjadi sia-sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jika ada sistem pendayagunaan yang kurang baik, bukan berarti ide pendayagunaan itu salah, tapi sistemnya yang harus diperbaiki. Pemanfaatan dana filantropi Islam yang dilakukan oleh beberapa LAZ nasional sudah cukup kreatif dan sebagian sudah mengarah pada pemberdayaan masyarakat dan pengentasan akar masalah kemiskinan seperti program mikro kredit, pelayanan kesehatan gratis, penanganan gizi buruk, peningkatan SDM melalui beasiswa pendidikan dan training, dan advokasi TKI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pengawasan bukan Campur Tangan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penyimpangan amil bisa saja terjadi; amil toh juga manusia. Oleh karenanya yang dibutuhkan adalah pengawasan baik dari internal lembaga itu sendiri (Dewan Pengawas) maupun eksternal dari pemerintah, dan masyarakat khususnya donatur. Lembaga keamilan harus diarahkan untuk transparan dan akuntabel atas kegiatannya. Dengan transparansi dan akuntabilitas yang dimiliki lembaga keamilan, penyimpangan amil dan lembaga keamilan bisa dihindari atau dikurangi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembaga amil seyogyanya dibiarkan memiliki kreativitas sendiri untuk mengelola lembaganya –seperti saat ini -- sejauh itu masih dalam koridor undang-undang. Iklim fastabiqul khairat (berlomba menuju kebaikan) yang sudah ada seharusnya difasilitasi oleh pemerintah misalnya dengan pemberian insentif bagi pembayar zakat. Campur tangan pemerintah yang berlebihan akan membawa efek negatif bagi perkembangan lembaga keamilan dan sebaiknya dihindarkan. Seyogyanya peraturan ‘zakat sebagai pengurang pajak’ --yang belum terlihat implementasinya-- itu yang lebih dahulu dijalankan dengan serius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanpa sistem managemen yang baik dan penggajian yang professional institusi filantropi Islam tidak akan memiliki sumber daya manusia yang bagus yang bisa mengelola dana filantropi Islam secara maksimal. Pendayagunaan zakat merupakan keharusan; karena amanah untuk berpihak kepada fakir miskin bukan hanya sekedar mendistribusikan dana sehingga habis tapi mendayagunakannya untuk menghilangkan akar kemiskinan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;* Peneliti pada Center for the Study of Religion and Culture, Universitas Islam Negeri Syarif Hidayatullah Jakarta&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12729369-7735551166992533396?l=decarlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7735551166992533396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12729369&amp;postID=7735551166992533396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/7735551166992533396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/7735551166992533396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/2006/12/profesionalisme-amil-zakat.html' title='Profesionalisme Amil Zakat'/><author><name>Amelia Fauzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11977901009869289545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12729369.post-4431568026932349126</id><published>2006-12-15T16:31:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:52:16.808+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Australia'/><title type='text'>Cycling on Smoky Melbourne</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RYI0U_Zat6I/AAAAAAAAAAs/SJ19VST6K_0/s1600-h/bersepeda.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008623270809483170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RYI0U_Zat6I/AAAAAAAAAAs/SJ19VST6K_0/s320/bersepeda.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yes, it was a terrible beginning of summer because of bushfires in the countries of Victoria. Even though Melbourne city was smoky and hot, we still did exercise by cycling around Moreland. This time Elkana and Farhan's friend, Rifqy, joined us. He was so exited even though he must sit on the back of Amir's bycycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RYIzd_Zat5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/ouUItQbrvMU/s1600-h/hill2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008622325916678034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RYIzd_Zat5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/ouUItQbrvMU/s320/hill2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12729369-4431568026932349126?l=decarlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4431568026932349126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12729369&amp;postID=4431568026932349126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/4431568026932349126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/4431568026932349126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/2006/12/cycling-on-smoky-melbourne.html' title='Cycling on Smoky Melbourne'/><author><name>Amelia Fauzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11977901009869289545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RYI0U_Zat6I/AAAAAAAAAAs/SJ19VST6K_0/s72-c/bersepeda.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12729369.post-8798197832617816164</id><published>2006-12-10T09:07:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:52:16.982+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elkana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>My Holiday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RXs0uOtGjtI/AAAAAAAAAAY/4SNMusH6lmc/s1600-h/diary.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006653379578334930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RXs0uOtGjtI/AAAAAAAAAAY/4SNMusH6lmc/s320/diary.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12729369-8798197832617816164?l=decarlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8798197832617816164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12729369&amp;postID=8798197832617816164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/8798197832617816164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/8798197832617816164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-holiday.html' title='My Holiday'/><author><name>Amelia Fauzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11977901009869289545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RXs0uOtGjtI/AAAAAAAAAAY/4SNMusH6lmc/s72-c/diary.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12729369.post-5461561871467176074</id><published>2006-12-10T08:56:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:52:17.111+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elkana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>A Letter to Dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RXsy8-tGjsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NtyD-5unWS0/s1600-h/alettertodad.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006651433958149826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RXsy8-tGjsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NtyD-5unWS0/s320/alettertodad.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12729369-5461561871467176074?l=decarlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5461561871467176074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12729369&amp;postID=5461561871467176074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/5461561871467176074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/5461561871467176074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/2006/12/blog-post.html' title='A Letter to Dad'/><author><name>Amelia Fauzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11977901009869289545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1CVvoLTPSV8/RXsy8-tGjsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NtyD-5unWS0/s72-c/alettertodad.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12729369.post-313642539220654973</id><published>2006-12-06T16:10:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T03:18:17.760+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philanthropy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Australia'/><title type='text'>Merayakan Hari Relawan Sedunia</title><content type='html'>Kemarin (5 Des 06) saya dan suami merayakan international volunteer day bersama dengan komunitas Australian Volunteer International (AVI) di Melbourne dengan acara yang berjudul Global Village Festival. Walaupun suasana global village-nya masih kurang terasa, tapi acara cukup meriah dengan musik/tari dari Afrika dan Timor, dan beragam komunitas yang hadir. Dimitri, CEO AVI, bercerita bahwa AVI tahun lalu sudah mengirimkan 750an relawan ke 46 negara. Suatu prestasi yang harus diapresiasi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awalnya saya kira, menjadi relawan (volunteering) tidak terlalu populer di Australia, dibandingkan dengan bersedekah uang. Apalagi di Australia begitu banyak lembaga filantropi (kedermawanan sosial) dari yang sekup lokal, nasional, sampai internasional. Tapi rupanya saya salah. Volunteering bagi masyarakat Australia ternyata cukup populer dan membudaya di masyarakat. Bentuk kesukarelawanan pun beragam, mulai dari kerja gotong royong, mengajar tanpa bayaran, sampai bekerja di organisasi non profit dalam dan luar negeri. AVI fokus pada yang terakhir, yaitu mengirim relawan untuk bekerja di lembaga-lembaga khususnya di negara-negara berkembang. Volunteering AVI lebih banyak diarahkan untuk sharing pengetahuan, teknologi dan keterampilan yang relawan miliki. relawan dengan harapan relawan akan mendapatkan pengalaman dan pengetahuan mengenai kultur dan budaya tertentu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volunteering di sini saya rasakan sebagai benar-benar suatu pilihan. Tidak perduli apakah kerja sukarela itu hanya sekedar kerja gotong royong di sekolah. Tidak ada paksaan sosial dan tidak ada stigma bahwa mereka yang ikut kerja sukarela adalah lebih baik dari yang tidak ikut. Namun tentu saja, selalu ada apresiasi bagi mereka yang mau menjadi sukarelawan dari yang sekedar kerja gotong royong tadi terlebih lagi bagi mereka yang mau mengabdi untuk bekerja sebagai relawan bertahun-tahun. Apalagi jika mau jadi relawan di negara-negara berkembang. Apresiasi ini bukan hanya dari komunitas, tapi juga dari pemerintah Australia diantaranya dengan memberikan insentif, tax deduction, dan menyediakan fasilitas dan prasarana untuk meningkatkan kegiatan kesukarelawanan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para relawan memiliki banyak motivasi untuk kerja sosial, dari yang sekedar mencari pengalaman, menambah pengetahuan, sampai kepada kesadaran akan tanggung jawab sosial. Para relawan AVI yang saya temui sebagian adalah profesional yang dengan sadar ingin melakukan kerja relawan. Beberapa mantan relawan merasa bahwa kerja sukarela yang mereka lakukan itu benar-benar memberi manfaat yang besar, tidak hanya dalam hal pengetahuan dan pengalaman, tapi juga rupanya karir mereka. Peningkatan karir? Saya kira hal ini bisa saja karena networking yang bagus dari kiprah selama beberapa tahun di luar negeri. Dan saya pun menyaksikan beberapa mantan relawan AVI yang berkiprah di Indonesia kemudian memiliki karir yang bagus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa di Indonesia juga begitu? Memang konteks menjadi relawan di Indoneisa ada sedikit berbeda dengan relawan di Australia. Ada sisi positif dan negatif. Sisi positifnya adalah bahwa kedermawanan sosial termasuk kesukarelawanan sudah menjadi kultur di Indonesia. Karenanya, --ini sisi negatifnya-- kerja volunter seperti gotong royong, mengajar tanpa bayaran, membantu tenaga, pikiran untuk organisasi bahkan menyumbangkan uang untuk kegiatan organisasi, sepertinya juga dianggap sebagai hal biasa. Karena itu apresiasi masyarakat kurang dan apresiasi pemerintah hampir tidak ada. Padahal peran para relawan ini luar biasa yang baru terlihat ketika penanganan bencana seperti Tsunami di Aceh 2004 dan Gempa di Yogya dan Jateng 2006. Mereka seperti pahlawan tanpa tanda jasa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khususnya untuk teman-teman para relawan, serta aktivis dan pemerhati filantropi,&lt;br /&gt;Selamat Hari Relawan Sedunia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amelia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12729369-313642539220654973?l=decarlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/313642539220654973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12729369&amp;postID=313642539220654973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/313642539220654973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/313642539220654973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/2006/12/merayakan-hari-relawan-sedunia.html' title='Merayakan Hari Relawan Sedunia'/><author><name>Amelia Fauzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11977901009869289545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12729369.post-2759430998963530797</id><published>2006-12-01T10:55:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T02:55:14.297+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Islam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Indonesia'/><title type='text'>Poligami...</title><content type='html'>Saya menyayangkan pilihan AA Gym untuk berpoligami. Secara pribadi saya kecewa karena selama ini saya respek dan kagum dengan visi dan kepribadiannya. Memang berpoligami itu urusan pribadi AA Gym yang siapapun tak berhak campur tangan. Tapi ia adalah seorang tokoh publik yang urusan pribadinya menjadi panutan orang banyak. Mengapa AA gymn mengindahkan tafsiran-tafsiran baru mengenai ayat poligami yang sebenarnya bukan membolehkan tapi melarang poligami? Apa AA Gym lupa bahwa begitu banyak perkawinan poligami yang memberikan dampak sosial negatif dibandingkan dampak positif?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayat poligami (yang dibaca: &lt;em&gt;fankihu ma toba lakum minan nisa'i matsna &lt;strong&gt;wa&lt;/strong&gt; tsulatsa &lt;strong&gt;wa&lt;/strong&gt; ruba'a...&lt;/em&gt;), memang bisa menuai banyak penafsiran. Kalau pakai metode penafsiran &lt;em&gt;tahlili &lt;/em&gt;yang kronologikal&lt;em&gt;, &lt;/em&gt;poligami itu dibolehkan. Bahkan jumlah istri yang diperbolehkan pun bisa beragam tergantung mengartikan "&lt;em&gt;wa&lt;/em&gt;" yang berarti "dan" dalam ayat diatas. Jadi jika '&lt;em&gt;wa&lt;/em&gt;' diartikan pilihan, maka maknanya boleh beristri dua, tiga atau empat (seperti yang selama ini banyak dipraktekkan). Jika 'wa' diartikan sebagai tambahan, maka boleh menikah sebanyak 2+3+4 = 9 istri. Jika 'wa' atau 'dan' diartikan perkalian, maka boleh memiliki istri sebanyak 2x3x4 = 24! Nah lho. Namun jika ayat tersebut ditafsirkan dengan metode penafsiran &lt;em&gt;maudhu'i&lt;/em&gt; yang contextual, maka poligami itu sebenarnya dilarang! Apalagi melihat &lt;em&gt;asbabun nuzul&lt;/em&gt; ayat itu yang sebenarnya mengecam praktek mengambil harta anak yatim yang intinya adalah menjunjung keadilan. Ini terjemahan surat An-Nisa ayat 3, yang saya sebut sebagai ayat poligami diatas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Dan jika kamu takut tidak akan dapat berlaku adil terhadap (hak-hak) perempuan yatim (bilamana kamu mengawininya), maka kawinilah wanita-wanita (lain) yang kamu senangi: dua, tiga, atau empat. Kemudian jika kamu takut tidak akan dapat berlaku adil, maka (kawinilah) seorang saja, atau budak-budak yang kamu miliki. Yang demikian itu adalah lebih dekat kepada tidak berbuat aniaya." &lt;/blockquote&gt;Memang dalam ayat ini sepertinya dibolehkan menikah poligami, namun harus dilihat konteksnya. Konteks&lt;em&gt; pertama&lt;/em&gt; adalah sikap adil terhadap perempuan (ayat 1 dan 2 surat An-Nisa) yang waktu itu sering menjadi korban penyerobotan harta dari walinya sendiri (masih sering terjadi di Timur Tengah). Jadi pembolehan menikah poligami itu bernada ironi. &lt;em&gt;Kedua&lt;/em&gt;, pembolehan poligami menjadi hanya empat istri adalah sebuah kebijakan radikal yang membatasi tradisi poligami tanpa batas yang ada ketika ayat itu diturunkan. Jadi lagi-lagi ayat itu diturunkan dalam konteks memberi keadilan kepada perempuan. &lt;em&gt;Ketiga&lt;/em&gt;, konteks pembolehan poligami pada masa Nabi adalah untuk menghilangkan problem sosial dan merupakan tanggung jawab sosial terhadap perempuan dan anak-anak yang terlantar akibat perang Uhud (625 M). Karena itu beberapa penafsir modern yang menggunakan metode &lt;em&gt;maudhu'i&lt;/em&gt; mengatakan bahwa poligami itu tidak diperbolehkan. Apalagi ayat 128 surat An-Nisa menyebutkan:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Dan kamu sekali-kali tidak akan dapat berlaku adil diantara istri-istri(mu), walaupun kamu sangat ingin berbuat demikian, karena itu janganlah kamu terlalu cenderung (kepada yang kamu cintai), sehingga kamu biarkan yang lain terkatung-katung. Dan jika kamu mengadakan perbaikan dan memelihara diri (dari kecurangan) maka sesungguhnya Allah Maha Pengampun lagi Maha Penyayang." &lt;/blockquote&gt;Tentu saja kembali kepada individu mau memilih tafsiran yang mana. Tapi terlalu naif jika problem sosial janda dan anak-anaknya saat ini diselesaikan dengan cara perkawinan poligami. Banyak jalan yang dapat dilakukan untuk menghilangkan problem sosial akibat ketiadaan suami tanpa harus dengan poligami misalnya dengan pemberdayaan masyarakat, penguatan law and order, penguatan lembaga filantropi. Dengan program jangka pendek, janda dan anaknya bisa ditanggung oleh lembaga filantropi (seperti Dompet Peduli Ummatnya AA Gym) yang memberikan pelatihan kepada ibu dan memberikan beasiswa pendidikan untuk anak yatim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kebalikannya, saat ini banyak masalah sosial yang timbul akibat perkawinan poligami, khususnya di daerah pedesaan dan di lingkungan yang ekonominya rendah. Karena poligami dianggap dapat menyelamatkan kehidupan ekonomi. Tapi sebagian besar poligami tidak bisa meningkatkan kesejahteraan janda dan pendidikan anak-anaknya. Anak-anak tetap menjadi korban. Tentu saja, perkawinan poligami dikalangan selebriti dan kalangan berada tidak menimbulkan masalah kesejahteraan, seperti yang terlihat dari perkawinan poligaminya Hamzah Haz, AM Fatwa, dan "Wong Solo." Tapi entah bagaimana peran bapak --bukan peran suami-- dapat difungsikan dengan baik bagi mereka yang memiliki anak banyak dari hasil perkawinan poligami ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya ber-&lt;em&gt;husnu dzan&lt;/em&gt;, mungkin AA Gym ingin memberikan contoh poligami yang baik kepada masyarakat. Tapi saya khawatir yang akan terlihat adalah contoh "dianjurkannya poligami" bukan contoh "bagaimana perkawinan poligami yang baik."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tentu saja saya maklum, toh AA Gym juga manusia. Hanya menyayangkan, tokoh da'i yang pro pada keadilan dan multikulturalisme dan memiliki visi sosial tinggi memilih untuk melakukan perkawinan poligami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amelia Fauzia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12729369-2759430998963530797?l=decarlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2759430998963530797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12729369&amp;postID=2759430998963530797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/2759430998963530797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/2759430998963530797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/2006/12/poligami.html' title='Poligami...'/><author><name>Amelia Fauzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11977901009869289545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12729369.post-8091544547205838527</id><published>2006-11-28T02:51:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T03:03:21.959+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='education'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Australia'/><title type='text'>"Good Morning, Amelia..."</title><content type='html'>Begitu sapaan murid-murid grade 1/2 Moreland Primary School di tiap Rabu pagi ketika saya ikut masuk kelas. Ya, mereka memanggil guru mereka dengan nama depan, bahkan sebagian nama kecil. Saya, yang hanya menjadi volunteer untuk membantu guru, juga diperlakukan sama. Saya sangat menikmati dipanggil tanpa gelar/sebutan apa pun oleh anak-anak ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panggilan non formal ini bukan sekedar formalitas belaka, tapi terlihat juga bagaimana informalnya mereka berinteraksi dengan guru. Kedekatan, kepercayaan, dan keterbukaan justru mengembangkan kreativitas murid. Pelajaran belum dimulai saja, sudah banyak murid yang mengangkat tangan ingin bertanya atau menceritakan sesuatu. Semua direspon positif oleh guru, walaupun hanya sekedar cerita tentang main ke rumah teman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di sekolah, unsur-unsur formalitas dicoba dikurangi. Seragam perlu, tapi yang penting anak merasa nyaman dan tidak terganggu. Datang terlambat tidak dihukum berat, tapi tetap dicatat dan diperingati. Upacara tetap ada, tapi sangat santai, interaktif, dan lebih menjadi ajang informasi dan apresiasi prestasi. Sampai urusan rangking kelas pun tidak ada pun karena mereka sistem penilainnya juga bukan kuantitas 1-9. Walaupun terkesan informal, bukan berarti tidak ada kedisiplinan dan ketegasan. Pada titik tertentu guru sangat tegas. Selalu ada hukuman buat anak nakal yang melanggar disiplin, disamping hadiah-hadiah dan pujian untuk anak-anak yang rajin, kreatif, dan pandai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kembali ke panggilan terhadap guru dan staf sekolah yang informal. Saya kira ini menjadi salah satu pendorong keberanian murid-murid bicara, berpendapat, dan berargumen. Sesuatu yang tidak ada pada budaya masyarakat indonesia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kadang saya bertanya-tanya, bagaimana ya bisa memunculkan budaya kritis dan berani bertanya. Saya ingat waktu di sekolah dulu, jangankan kritis, lha wong guru udah nyuruh kita bertanya aja semua pada diam. Diam karena takut salah bertanya atau ditanya balik lagi, karena takut malu karena pertanyaannya jelek, karena takut menyinggung guru, dan diam karena benar-benar tidak tahu apa yang bisa ditanyakan. Semua materi pelajaran masuk otak seperti makanan yang ditelan tanpa dikunyah. Guru menjadi momok yang sangat menakutkan. Guru dalam banyak hal selalu benar, selalu harus lebih pintar, dan lebih bermoral. Karenanya mereka senantiasa harus dihormati dan dipanggil dengan bapak atau ibu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau dengan budaya feodal dan materialistis, bagaimana dan apa yang anak-anak kita pelajari dengan baik ya? Mudah-mudahan bukan budaya feodalisme dan materialisme lagi?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12729369-8091544547205838527?l=decarlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8091544547205838527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12729369&amp;postID=8091544547205838527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/8091544547205838527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/8091544547205838527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/2006/11/good-morning-amelia.html' title='&quot;Good Morning, Amelia...&quot;'/><author><name>Amelia Fauzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11977901009869289545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12729369.post-5108591848060430674</id><published>2006-11-27T10:02:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T15:52:20.820+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Australia'/><title type='text'>Australian or Not Australian</title><content type='html'>Kami sekeluarga menonton final Australian Idol tadi malam, bukan di sydney Opera House tapi di depan layar TV di ruang tamu... :) Sejak 10 besar saya dan suami sudah menjagokan Jessica Mauboy, sedangkan Elka dan Farhan punya jago sendiri yang tampangnya lebih keren dan macho. Dalam acara final tadi malam tinggal dua pilihan, yaitu Jessica dan Damien Leith. Akhirnya kami harus menerima kenyataan bahwa Jessica kalah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memang harus diakui kami pro Jessica bukan hanya karena suaranya yang luar biasa dan penampilannya yang sangat meyakinkan, tapi juga karena asal usulnya. Orang tuanya merupakan dari Ambon dan Aborigin. Dan dia masih 17 tahun umurnya. Jauh dibandingkan dengan Damien yang umurnya 34 tahun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kedua calon itu memiliki latar belakang yang sangat berbeda. Terlihat dari siapa yang mendukung kedua calon itu. Jessica didukung oleh komunitas Aborigin dan penduduk Darwin. Bahkan premier Darwin sendiri turun memberikan dukungan dan sangat bangga atas prestasi Jess. Tentu saja, penduduk Darwin memiliki sentimen kedaerahan untuk mendukung Jessica karena Darwin bukanlah daerah yang mainstream diantara daerah dan kota-kota lain di Australia. Diam-diam komunitas Indonesia mendukung Jessica, tapi tidak di highlight sama sekali. Dukungan ini hanya melalui 'world of mouth' saja. Saya pikir mungkin lebih baik begitu, karena jika Jess diasosiasikan dengan Indonesia --yang imagenya cukup negatif di Australia--, bisa jadi malah menurunkan dukungan terhadap Jess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di pihak lain, Damien, didukung oleh komunitas Irlandia, dan teman-teman kantornya. Walaupun tarian dan bendera-bendera Irlandia dipasang untuk mendukung Damien, tapi hingar bingar dukungan mereka tidak seheboh penduduk Darwin yang berkumpul untuk mendukung jessica tadi malam di pusat kota Darwin. Maklumlah, respons penduduk rural pasti lebih komunal. Walaupun Damien tinggal di Sydney, masyarakat Sydney yang urban dan sangat 'kota' sebagian mungkin tidak terlalu perduli untuk datang ke opera house. Bisa jadi dukungan mereka cukup dengan mengirim SMS saja. Walaupun begitu, justru ini yang menentukan, idol ini kan perang SMS. Jumlah telepon genggam di Darwin tentu jauh lebih banyak di Sydney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voting SMS lebih banyak untuk Damien sehingga Damien lah yang dinyatakan menjadi Australian Idol 2006. Saya kira, Damien mendapat dukungan banyak karena jenis lagu yang dinyanyikannya adalah lagu-lagu melankolis dan lagu religious. Mungkin dia dianggap mewakili kelompok anglo. Tapi rupanya ada juga perspektif lain yang Amir dengar dari perbincangan di radio, bahwa ada sebagian pemilih yang memilih berdasarkan kewarganegaraan. Jessica tentu saja adalah warga negera Australia asli apalagi dari keturunan Aborigin, sedangkan Damien statusnya bukan warganegara. Dia baru dua tahun tinggal di Australia, dan masih berstatus permanen resident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Begitulah politik idol; dari sentimen agama, etnis, dan bangsa berperan. Fenomena rural-urban dan ekonomi di dalamnya juga bukan tidak berpengaruh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya merasa kecewa Jessica tidak menang karena suara dan kepiawaian Jessica dalam bernyanyi itu luar biasa dan selalu dipuji oleh Juri. Hal ini berbeda dengan Damien yang pernah salah satu juri berkata 'no' dalam seleksi awal, dan seringkali mendapat kritik tajam dari juri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walaupun Jess tidak menjadi idol, saya kira ia akan menjadi penyanyi terkenal nantinya. Hehe... yang terakhir ini sebagai pengobat hati, karena Jess sudah mengambil hati saya dan keluarga...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12729369-5108591848060430674?l=decarlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5108591848060430674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12729369&amp;postID=5108591848060430674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/5108591848060430674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/5108591848060430674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/2006/11/australian-or-not-australian.html' title='Australian or Not Australian'/><author><name>Amelia Fauzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11977901009869289545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12729369.post-2376655563193762536</id><published>2006-11-25T13:03:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T15:53:42.228+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>a bad mum with good boys</title><content type='html'>They are amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I felt guilty. I worked the whole day until midnight and then discovered that my children and husband did not touch the dinner I prepared. I am sure they ate junkfood and fruits there in the fridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I made fried rice, bbq chiken and lalap. I was happy to bring these food to elka and farhan's mouths while they were playing xbox, though I was not so happy with this 'preservation' of lazy tradition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After breakfast I continued working with my notebook until I noticed that elka and farhan were packing up their toys, facuum cleaning, cleaning their bedroom, washing dishes, and mopping kicthen floor! My godness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my room I can hear they are writing because I heard elkana and Farhan asked my husband manytimes how to write few words!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, what a good boys!&lt;br /&gt;This is the best saturday I have, without 'marah-marah', without asking 'please'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uuuups, Elkana just came and give me a peace of paper which he called 'menu' and asked me to order! What a surprise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many times I felt I was a bad mum and wife. I did not take care much of my children and my husband. Of course I did many things, from helping them reading, accompanying them praying, playing connect four and other toys, cooking, bring and get them from school, bring them to swimming pool, baking cake. ect... Many times I was in an intersection whetwer I should coninue writing or should stop to prepare lunch boxes etc and being them to school. Whether I should packing up house or just dont care and continue reading. Whether I should go shopping or buy fast food to save my time...&lt;br /&gt;I might be a bad mum, but I feel today I was succesful to have a very good boys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to finish this... coz Elkana is coming with my ordered food!: toast with strawberry jam and butter; cold bubur kacang hijau with milk, and a bottled water... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elka, Farhan, Amir, I love you guys...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12729369-2376655563193762536?l=decarlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2376655563193762536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12729369&amp;postID=2376655563193762536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/2376655563193762536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/2376655563193762536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/2006/11/bad-mum-with-good-boys.html' title='a bad mum with good boys'/><author><name>Amelia Fauzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11977901009869289545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12729369.post-116436663351834321</id><published>2006-11-24T22:02:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T16:01:07.017+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farhan'/><title type='text'>On School Day</title><content type='html'>A Story by Farhan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;On school day I played a cricket with my friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Then I saw an old lady holding an umbrella. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Then the bell rang. Then I done a lot of works. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Then the old lady go to the city. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Then the old lady ran away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;And she said "aaaauuuch...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;And then she went home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Then me and Elkana went to Aftercare. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Then that was the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12729369-116436663351834321?l=decarlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/116436663351834321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12729369&amp;postID=116436663351834321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/116436663351834321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/116436663351834321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/2006/11/on-school-day.html' title='On School Day'/><author><name>Amelia Fauzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11977901009869289545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12729369.post-116436607440219127</id><published>2006-11-24T21:34:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T16:04:23.842+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elkana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>My Holiday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I am going to sydney for a holiday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I am going next year on sunday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I was excited about going to sydney. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I am going to sydney opera house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I am going to have new friends and Sam is comeing to sydney. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I hope fi i can see Jessica* there. but maybe i can see Jessica or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;by Elkana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Jessica is the candidate of the Australian Idol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12729369-116436607440219127?l=decarlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/116436607440219127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12729369&amp;postID=116436607440219127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/116436607440219127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/116436607440219127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-holiday.html' title='My Holiday'/><author><name>Amelia Fauzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11977901009869289545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12729369.post-116011215523582181</id><published>2006-10-06T14:51:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T02:55:38.776+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Indonesia'/><title type='text'>Bebas hutang....!!! horeee...</title><content type='html'>Senangya hatiku membaca berita di media nasional, bahwa Indonesia hari ini melunasi hutangnya ke IMF! Sepertinya tak percaya. Ah masa iya sih. &lt;a href="http://www.kompas.co.id/kompas-cetak/0610/06/ekonomi/3005495.htm"&gt;Coba lihat beritanya di sini&lt;/a&gt;. Tapi kok gak jadi berita utama ya? (hm politik media nih...-- good news is not news; bad news is good news?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perasaan dulu wacananya kok sulit sekali bebas hutang, eh ndilalah ibu menteri keuangan ini tiba-tiba membuat kejutan melalui BI. Mungkin gara-gara doi marah akibat disuruh mengembalikan hibah tempo hari. Memang aneh. Lha wong bantuan hibah kok suruh dikembalikan semua gara-gara ada indikasi korupsi, padahal uangnya sudah dipake. Sebenarnya kalau kita berhutang, yang senang lembaga yang memberi hutang. Selalu untung secara ekonomi dan selalu benar secara politik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memang hutang gak seberapa, tapi imbasnya lebih parah: membuka peluang korupsi, merendahkan martabat bangsa, memanjakan dan memperkaya pejabat, melemahkan semangat bekerja, dan membuat tidur tak nyenyak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya, senangnya merdeka dari hutang. Iya, rupanya di &lt;a href="http://www.detikfinance.com/indexfr.php?url=http://www.detikfinance.com/index.php/detik.read/tahun/2006/bulan/10/tgl/06/time/112613/idnews/690449/idkanal/5"&gt;Detik&lt;/a&gt; banyak berita itu. Jadi lega rasanya. Semoga Indonesia tidak terjebak berhutang lagi.&lt;br /&gt;Merdeka!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12729369-116011215523582181?l=decarlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/116011215523582181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12729369&amp;postID=116011215523582181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/116011215523582181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/116011215523582181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/2006/10/bebas-hutang-horeee.html' title='Bebas hutang....!!! horeee...'/><author><name>Amelia Fauzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11977901009869289545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12729369.post-115875700655122594</id><published>2006-09-20T22:30:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T15:58:14.122+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elkana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>A sweet letter from Elkana</title><content type='html'>Dear Elkana and Farhan,&lt;br /&gt;I just want to let you know that&lt;br /&gt;the letter below is the best findings of my whole research&lt;br /&gt;in Indonesia this year.&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;mum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4855/1092/1600/amplop1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4855/1092/320/amplop1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4855/1092/1600/isi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4855/1092/320/isi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4855/1092/1600/amplop2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4855/1092/320/amplop2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jakarta, 20 September 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Thanks Sajad for scanning the letter)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12729369-115875700655122594?l=decarlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/115875700655122594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12729369&amp;postID=115875700655122594' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/115875700655122594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/115875700655122594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/2006/09/sweet-letter-from-elkana.html' title='A sweet letter from Elkana'/><author><name>Amelia Fauzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11977901009869289545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12729369.post-115630896461024820</id><published>2006-08-23T14:52:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T15:53:36.599+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='renungan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Indonesia'/><title type='text'>Kemerdekaan Yang Sepi</title><content type='html'>Hari ini hampir di tiap RT dan kelurahan&lt;br /&gt;masyarakat merayakan kemerdekaan Indonesia&lt;br /&gt;sebagai sebuah negara kesatuan yang berdaulat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hingar bingar&lt;br /&gt;warna warni&lt;br /&gt;gegap gempita&lt;br /&gt;manusia berbaris, berkerumun, bergerombol,&lt;br /&gt;berdecak, bernyanyi, bertepuk&lt;br /&gt;sorak sorai membahana&lt;br /&gt;pesta rakyat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi tidak di sini&lt;br /&gt;sunyi, sepi, tenang&lt;br /&gt;seperti hari biasa yang tidak istimewa&lt;br /&gt;tak terlihat pesta, tak terlihat suka cita&lt;br /&gt;semua tenang&lt;br /&gt;santri tetap pergi mengaji&lt;br /&gt;jalan desa berbatu nan terjal tetap sepi&lt;br /&gt;pohon-pohon tak berhias&lt;br /&gt;dalam nuansa nyaman, teduh dan bersahaja&lt;br /&gt;sampai senja datang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;malam menjelang&lt;br /&gt;sepi semakin senyap&lt;br /&gt;cahaya temaram mulai terlihat hanya dari beberapa rumah&lt;br /&gt;kegelapan menjadi bagian dari kehidupan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pintu rumah tak terkunci&lt;br /&gt;jendela tetap terbuka&lt;br /&gt;tak ada yang dikhawatirkan&lt;br /&gt;semua merasa bersaudara&lt;br /&gt;semua merasa aman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suara jangkrik semakin keras terdengar&lt;br /&gt;mengakhiri hari yang dianggap sakral&lt;br /&gt;kemerdekaan hadir disini dalam nuansa yang berbeda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kemerdekaan dari aliran listrik&lt;br /&gt;kemerdekaan dari materialisme&lt;br /&gt;tanpa TV, radio, kulkas, apalagi motor dan mobil&lt;br /&gt;kesederhanaan yang mendamaikan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirgahayu RI yang ke 61&lt;br /&gt;Kaligintung, Bumiayu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12729369-115630896461024820?l=decarlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/115630896461024820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12729369&amp;postID=115630896461024820' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/115630896461024820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/115630896461024820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/2006/08/kemerdekaan-yang-sepi.html' title='Kemerdekaan Yang Sepi'/><author><name>Amelia Fauzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11977901009869289545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12729369.post-115520322084774337</id><published>2006-08-10T19:19:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T02:56:01.393+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><title type='text'>Elka's stories</title><content type='html'>Elka called me this morning at 04.30 Jakarta's time from Melbourne. He was so happy. He told me that one of the plants in our flat is flowering. The flower is purple with yellow color inside. He said that the second plant is going to flower too. Elka promised me to write everything about the flower and will show the story to his class teacher, Sue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elka told me that he made a redbean float with a watermelon and an eaten umbrella (hm yumm..). He got the recipe from Sue. He would like me to try his redbean later when I back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also said that he always brushes his teeth every morning and night, and he takes care of Farhan too. What a nice stories...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few days ago, on the phone I promised Elka that I will try to shorten my work in Indonesia and go back as soon as I can. In the morning, he did not ask me to come home faster, but I promised my self to try to work harder so I can go home to be with Elka, Farhan, and Amir. I love you guys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jakarta&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12729369-115520322084774337?l=decarlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/115520322084774337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12729369&amp;postID=115520322084774337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/115520322084774337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/115520322084774337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/2006/08/elkas-stories.html' title='Elka&apos;s stories'/><author><name>Amelia Fauzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11977901009869289545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12729369.post-115397280148513546</id><published>2006-07-27T13:43:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T03:07:13.460+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conference'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>I'm gonna miss ya!</title><content type='html'>It's always the same. It is so hard to traveling alone without my family. I am not talking about two or three days, but two to three months! This time I feel even harder because Elka and Farhan are grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I delayed my departure date four times already. But the time is running out, and no more delay is possible! I have to go tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two months ago when I talked to Elka and Farhan about my fieldwork plan to Indonesia, they said "well, OK, you can go...". But two weeks ago they said "I want to go to Indonesia with you". This morning Elka said "Oh no..., can you stay one more day with us?". Farhan said sweetly, "can I go with you please?" Farhan even tried a little bit harder to make me stay. He warned me with stories about airplane crash and said that going by airplane is very very dangerous. Finally Farhan said, "OK, you can go, but you have to bring Turkish delights and skipping rope from Indonesia for me" :) Elka said OK and warned me to be very careful with earthquake and tsunami. Finally I went to the airport....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we separate from our loves ones, we will more appreciate the time when we are together. I miss you guys.....!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore, 27 July 2006&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12729369-115397280148513546?l=decarlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/115397280148513546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12729369&amp;postID=115397280148513546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/115397280148513546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/115397280148513546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-gonna-miss-ya.html' title='I&apos;m gonna miss ya!'/><author><name>Amelia Fauzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11977901009869289545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12729369.post-115298890989141882</id><published>2006-07-16T04:41:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T04:41:57.776+10:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Day to School</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4855/1092/200/1stdayschool.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Farhan was so happy at his first day at Moreland Primary School, February 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4855/1092/200/farhansakit1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Farhan was still happy although in his third week at school he broke his collarbone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12729369-115298890989141882?l=decarlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/115298890989141882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12729369&amp;postID=115298890989141882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/115298890989141882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/115298890989141882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/2006/07/1st-day-to-school.html' title='1st Day to School'/><author><name>Amelia Fauzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11977901009869289545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12729369.post-115298717771918302</id><published>2006-07-16T04:12:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T16:07:55.432+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Akung and Uti</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4855/1092/1600/tgether@city1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4855/1092/200/tgether%40city1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Akung &amp; Uti with us at Melbourne city January 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4855/1092/1600/akunguti@yarra1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4855/1092/200/akunguti%40yarra1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Akung &amp;amp; Uti @ Yarra River Jan 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12729369-115298717771918302?l=decarlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/115298717771918302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12729369&amp;postID=115298717771918302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/115298717771918302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/115298717771918302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/2006/07/akung-and-uti.html' title='Akung and Uti'/><author><name>Amelia Fauzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11977901009869289545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12729369.post-115298570298077693</id><published>2006-07-16T03:47:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T16:08:20.183+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>My Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4855/1092/1600/melbcity%20when%20christmast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4855/1092/200/melbcity%20when%20christmast.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4855/1092/1600/melbourne%20museum05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4855/1092/200/melbourne%20museum05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melbourne, Dec 2005 Melbourne Museum, 2005&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12729369-115298570298077693?l=decarlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/115298570298077693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12729369&amp;postID=115298570298077693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/115298570298077693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/115298570298077693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-family.html' title='My Family'/><author><name>Amelia Fauzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11977901009869289545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12729369.post-115295337896480099</id><published>2006-07-15T18:35:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T16:15:53.923+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farhan'/><title type='text'>Neerav's Birthday</title><content type='html'>Story by Farhan, written by mum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neerav and me played outside in his party. The party is new and I played with Neerav and I liked it. The party and I had fun. I ate chips and chicken nuggets at McDonald. We played pass to puzzle and this party is in McDonald. There are seven peoples and I got so fun. And I played with everyone in the birthday. And I liked Neerav's birthday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12729369-115295337896480099?l=decarlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/115295337896480099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12729369&amp;postID=115295337896480099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/115295337896480099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/115295337896480099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/2006/07/neeravs-birthday.html' title='Neerav&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Amelia Fauzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11977901009869289545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12729369.post-115293631167677623</id><published>2006-07-15T11:23:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T03:03:02.454+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='education'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Indonesia'/><title type='text'>School Uniforms: Symbol not Substance</title><content type='html'>I am very sad with several news particularly regarding schooling. Detik.com investigated and found that in Riau each student has to pay 1,5 million rupiah for new school uniforms. My Godness! That's in Riau and in government schools. Can you imagine how much those will be in Jakarta and other big cities, and in private schools?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's uniform for? The concept of wearing school uniform is very good indeed so students will feel in the same stage with their fellows coming from different economic class. No glamorous and fancy clothes wore at schools. However, these school uniforms have functioned more than their main goal. Now it is the schools which want to have different kind of uniforms beside the national school uniforms. This happens from kindergardens! The majority of kindergarden has at &lt;em&gt;least three&lt;/em&gt; kinds of school uniforms, t-shirts, sports, and &lt;em&gt;batik&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me, what are those uniforms for? For students to be comfortable? For schools and teachers to be proud of? For social status? Why schools issued regulations that these school uniforms are a must? No school uniforms, no class. How could be? Do they forget that most of Indonesian family live close by the poverty line? Its ridiculuos. We spend a lot of energy to decide, design, tailor, sell, and put regulation of school uniforms only for social status! Oops, I almost forget, its for economic benefit of certain people, off course. So, parents have to work very hard only for social status of the schools and feed several people who tailored and sold the uniforms. Talking about economic benefit, this uniform case is almost the same with the school texbook policy, where printing companies, the authors, and few functionaries, through the system called "proyek" get most benefit. I will call this as an economic exploitation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our schooling system is misleading. It stresses symbols out of substance and learning process. We are very busy to deal with uniforms, performances, but forget that the most inportant thing is learning. No surprised several month ago a primary school student committed suicided because his school uniforms were wet in the morning he should wore it. Schools are too harsh on the uniform regulation. Students are educated with materialistic and symbolistic learning. Dilligence (going to school without absence) and neatness (including wearing uniforms) are parts of evaluation. This happens in a higher education too where there are regulations regarding clothes, shoes, hair, and head scraf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid we give too much emphasis on symbol, most importantly religious symbols. Wearing hijab, jubah, peci, and other religious symbol will be regarded good people (off course some of them are). And each of us should have a religion and be good person or look like a good person. People concern too much with symbolic religiosity. Therefore some people use religion (religious symbols) for their own policial and economic benefits. These people selling religion for anything, such as members of parliament, and popular leaders. The problem is their 'selling' is salable. Why because we are educated by materialistic symbols not substance, I am afraid...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12729369-115293631167677623?l=decarlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/115293631167677623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12729369&amp;postID=115293631167677623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/115293631167677623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/115293631167677623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/2006/07/school-uniforms-symbol-not-substance.html' title='School Uniforms: Symbol not Substance'/><author><name>Amelia Fauzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11977901009869289545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12729369.post-115223875189233320</id><published>2006-07-07T12:04:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T03:02:32.381+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>Retired? Congratulations!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am very pleased to get a letter from an old friend who I consider as my &lt;em&gt;guru&lt;/em&gt;, Prof. Issa Shivji. He invited me to attend his valedictory (retirement/farewell oration) gathering from his position as the Dean of the Faculty of Law, the University of Dar es Salam, Tanzania. Unfortunately I will not be able to attend due to long distance from where I stay now to Tanzania.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valedictory is not that everyone loves to do that, I suppose, because retirement has become a frightening image. Yes, a post power syndrome. However, that is not the case of numerous intellectuals such as Issa. He is happy to face his retirement days. In fact, he arranges his farewell oration with the launching of his new book:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LET THE PEOPLE SPEAK&lt;br /&gt;TANZANIA DOWN THE ROAD TO NEO-LIBERALISM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His son will read a poem at this farewell party too. I imagine this would be the great day for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many emails from his colleagues express the happiness that he will retire. One of the emails that I really want to borrow says “I do wish to put on record our appreciation and debt to you for your immense intellectual contributions and for all you have taught us. I am confident that your retirement will be even more fruitful, and we look forward to continuing to benefit from your scholarly and other activities.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew Issa from the project of “Philanthropy for social Justice in Muslim Societies”, funded by the Ford Foundation. I was in debt for his thoughtful, valuable, and wise comments and advice he wrote in the mailing list exchanges between members of the project. It was so difficult to manage a huge project that covers five countries in Africa, Asia, Europe, and Middle East. As a project director, I have to deal with different culture and intellectual background of numerous scholars and activists who I didn’t know before. Tiring debates, criticism were my everyday menu including only to decide the date of our global meetings. The most harsh discussion was about the philosophical and practical aims and theoretical frameworks of the project. I actually felt so small between those doctors, professors and activists, members of the project. One day I got a letter for a professor in India to consider his university to run that project in India. He said in his letter, “Dear Prof. Fauzia.” Oh my God! I haven't even started a Ph.D study yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What made me strong were the voices of these wise, excellent, and experienced academics that guided the project through difficult times and respected my existence. Voices? Yes, because the project was run mostly through emails and phones. I was really in debt to several members, Abdu (Abdullahi Ahmed An-Naim), Marwa el-Daly, Lyn Welchman, Suzanne E. Siskel, Emma Playfair, and Christopher Harris, and my colleagues at the Center for Language and Culture. I knew Issa via this global project. Although for several reasons Issa resigned few months after the Bali meeting, the members of the project were still respect him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The global project was over by the International conference in Istanbul in November 2004. However the networks it had created are long lasting. I thank God that through this project I learned many things and now I have wonderful friends and gurus from many different countries. One of them is Issa. I am very proud of him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Amelia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12729369-115223875189233320?l=decarlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/115223875189233320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12729369&amp;postID=115223875189233320' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/115223875189233320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/115223875189233320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/2006/07/retired-congratulations.html' title='Retired? Congratulations!'/><author><name>Amelia Fauzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11977901009869289545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12729369.post-115204394299987930</id><published>2006-07-05T06:12:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T02:56:32.750+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conference'/><title type='text'>Conference Blue...</title><content type='html'>"When I am feelin' blue, all I have to do is a take a look at you..."&lt;br /&gt;This song could not help me, this time. I feel like I have soo many things to do but I lost in space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not because of my thesis writing as I feel that my adrenalin is still up since my last draft got many question marks from my supervisor. I like it! I think the best supervisor is that someone who criticizes your works and asks difficult questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not because of my children. In fact they are very well behave especially with my yes and no regulations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, its because of a conference. Actually this conference is not a big deal to me. Its not in my dreaming country to visit and not too big forum. It has quite general topic, not specifically relevant to my thesis. Sure, I like to attend and present my paper there because few things. First, I like to discuss my thesis with international reputation sociologists and historians, and other scholars of Asian studies there. Second, I believe that this forum has good intellectual atmosphere that will make my brain works hard to answer questions. Third, I want to see my friends. Last, its location and date are well fitted with my field work plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What make me blue is not that my abstract fails, but the uncertainty it made. I have been waiting for almost a month only to know whether my abstract succeeds or fails. Two weeks ago the convenor of the forum said that my abstract is shortlisted and I have wait another week. Hgh, its unprofessional. I imagine if I succeed I will say in the forum I am sorry I havent finished my paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks like this uncertainty cause no problem, but it is not, for sure. I have to wait its announcement so that I could have a certainty how much additional funds will I have for my field research including attendance in this forum. I have to delay my flight schedule. I have to delay to apply for getting travel insurance because it needs info how much funding I get from university. I havent started to write the 5,000 words paper in fact the forum date is three weeks to come. Fuih, this late announcement really made me blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I am not so interested to attend a conference anymore (maybe with exceptions of country I havent been there such as South Africa and Russia :)) Conferences are monotonous and boredom if I dont have friends there. I think I have enough links and networks so what I need now is a critical forum specific on my subject. Beside that I need a forum from which my paper will become a part of a book chapter, and a summer school where I can dig more historical resources important to my thesis or improve my thesis theoretical framework. Haha (laugh), apart from this conference blue I still have some dreams to catch up. Who knows? If we cant get to Jupiter, getting March has already become an amazing milestone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12729369-115204394299987930?l=decarlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/115204394299987930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12729369&amp;postID=115204394299987930' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/115204394299987930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/115204394299987930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/2006/07/conference-blue.html' title='Conference Blue...'/><author><name>Amelia Fauzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11977901009869289545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12729369.post-115183957794578082</id><published>2006-07-02T20:39:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T16:19:31.459+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Australia'/><title type='text'>Going Back for Good</title><content type='html'>..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4855/1092/1600/farhan%20and%20neerav%20picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 123px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 95px" height="107" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4855/1092/200/farhan%20and%20neerav%20picture.jpg" width="141" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;These months many of our friends are going back to their countries for good. Farhan's best friend, Neerav, a Nepalese boy, is going back to Nepal. Neerav's mum has finished her studies at the University of Melbourne. Farhan was very exited to talk to and play with Neerav at Neerav's birthday party as well as his family farewel party. All the best for Neerav's family. Hopefully we could see you again, sometime, somewhere....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4855/1092/1600/nugrah%20dan%20fira.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 90px" height="144" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4855/1092/200/nugrah%20dan%20fira.jpg" width="185" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The most sad one is that Elkana and Farhan are losing their very best friends, Anugrah and Safira. Both are very cheerful and nice mates. Now, they are staying in Indonesia for a year until their mum finishes her fieldwork. They will go back to Melbourne again next year! We are waiting for you guys to be our special neighbour.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We have been waching people come and go. Sooner or later, our time will come too that we have to leave Melbourne and go back to our country, Indonesia. Time goes very fast. An Arab's proverb says "&lt;em&gt;al-waqt ka al-sayf&lt;/em&gt;", the time is like a saber, if you are not careful use it, you are cut by its blade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12729369-115183957794578082?l=decarlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/115183957794578082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12729369&amp;postID=115183957794578082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/115183957794578082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/115183957794578082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/2006/07/going-back-for-good.html' title='Going Back for Good'/><author><name>Amelia Fauzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11977901009869289545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12729369.post-115183118964655571</id><published>2006-07-02T18:42:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T16:06:06.040+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farhan'/><title type='text'>the pizza</title><content type='html'>by farhan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4855/1092/1600/farhanyellow.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 20px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 51px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 53px" height="137" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4855/1092/200/farhanyellow.jpg" width="123" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i put tomatto and i put sausages and&lt;br /&gt;. i put cheese and i put pineapple and&lt;br /&gt;i put the pizza in the oven.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12729369-115183118964655571?l=decarlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/115183118964655571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12729369&amp;postID=115183118964655571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/115183118964655571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/115183118964655571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/2006/07/pizza_02.html' title='the pizza'/><author><name>Amelia Fauzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11977901009869289545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12729369.post-115182924222814395</id><published>2006-07-02T18:33:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T16:06:44.444+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elkana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><title type='text'>M.r. jack</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4855/1092/1600/elka.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4855/1092/200/elka.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Elkana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M.r. jack was buy his new robot. He makes the robot &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;new then he make a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;car then he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;say I make lot fo thing. M.r. jack is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;good because he is a maker he allways makes a thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12729369-115182924222814395?l=decarlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/115182924222814395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12729369&amp;postID=115182924222814395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/115182924222814395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/115182924222814395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/2006/07/mr-jack.html' title='M.r. jack'/><author><name>Amelia Fauzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11977901009869289545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12729369.post-115174300344177885</id><published>2006-07-01T18:36:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T16:07:05.150+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elkana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><title type='text'>THE pizza</title><content type='html'>by Elkana&lt;br /&gt;When i make the pizza i put the tomatto first . Then i put the pineapple. then my mum cut the sausage. i put the cheese then my mum puts the sausage. then me and my mum put the pizza in the oven for 20 minutes. Then my mum open the oven then we eat the pizza.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12729369-115174300344177885?l=decarlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/115174300344177885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12729369&amp;postID=115174300344177885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/115174300344177885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/115174300344177885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/2006/07/pizza.html' title='THE pizza'/><author><name>Amelia Fauzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11977901009869289545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12729369.post-115092427941954137</id><published>2006-06-22T07:10:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T02:53:59.939+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Islam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='renungan'/><title type='text'>Better Than Thou</title><content type='html'>A quote today: Holier Than Thou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A distinguished Turkish gentleman said to me recently, 'I have no problem with beards or veils or religious symbols. The most important thing for me is to worship God with my heart and soul.' If we weren't so busy judging others we might have the time and inclination to do just that." (Lubna Hussain, &lt;em&gt;Holier Than Thou&lt;/em&gt;. Ms Hussain is a Saudi writer based in Riyadh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no problem in criticism. But some peoples are judging others to say that they are better from others, overlooking and covering their own foibles. Then few of them usually will velify anything coming from others without having solution. Thanks God they are only few, I hope :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Amelia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12729369-115092427941954137?l=decarlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/115092427941954137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12729369&amp;postID=115092427941954137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/115092427941954137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/115092427941954137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/2006/06/better-than-thou.html' title='Better Than Thou'/><author><name>Amelia Fauzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11977901009869289545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12729369.post-115086787491458373</id><published>2006-06-21T15:29:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T03:02:48.864+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Write Blogs and Play XBoxs</title><content type='html'>Video games are crazy. This industry 'teach' children to understand mostly the very bad of our world: violence and wars. Most of the games are full of violence, some of them from success movies such as starwars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, our struggle to avoid xbox -- one kind of video games-- from Elkana and Farhan, failed. Xboxs, play stations, and nintendos are anywhere in our neighbors' houses, in after school care centres, in holiday programs, in school children talks, in TVs, movies, and supermarkets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuih, yes. We have one. But now, I have many good reasons to keep it. Among others are learning about disciplines, learning to read (the instructions), time values, money values, and the most important one is encouraging Elka and Farhan to write. "No eat no play" and "no write/read no play" have become their customs. Writing becomes so enjoying for them as they know the reward they will get: an hour playing xbox. Now they are enjoying to write in blogs too because they see their works on the internet. That's why this blog have few short stories of Elka and Farhan, and Ardhiya (Elka and Farhan's friend), who came to play xbox at home. Yes, the rule "no write no xbox" is for everyone including guests!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xboxs and blogs make my life easier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12729369-115086787491458373?l=decarlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/115086787491458373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12729369&amp;postID=115086787491458373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/115086787491458373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/115086787491458373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/2006/06/write-blogs-and-play-xboxs.html' title='Write Blogs and Play XBoxs'/><author><name>Amelia Fauzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11977901009869289545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12729369.post-115086734853021396</id><published>2006-06-21T15:00:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T15:22:28.613+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Star Wars: THE FINAL DUEL by Ardhia</title><content type='html'>In a galaxy far far away, on the paths of the crumbling planet of Sarateena. There stood two men, one by the name of Leam Oak-a Jedi Sentigular- who wishes to be the savior of the entire galaxy but the other... Darth Axlon-a Dark Sith Lord-wishes to conquer the entire galaxy, in other words-wishes to be the conqueror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The duel had started and both men ready their lightsabers and leaped on to one another. They fought in mid-air for a short while and landed on the ground. Leam threw a boulder at Axlon but it missed, Axlon payed back by throwing two giant boulders but it also missed. Now that they know that throwing boulders is useless they fought again with their lightsabers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final moment had come, both men unleashed their most powerful Force Power to decide the end of the duel. Leam or Axlon, saviour or conqueror. To be continued...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12729369-115086734853021396?l=decarlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/115086734853021396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12729369&amp;postID=115086734853021396' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/115086734853021396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/115086734853021396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/2006/06/star-wars-final-duel-by-ardhia.html' title='Star Wars: THE FINAL DUEL by Ardhia'/><author><name>Amelia Fauzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11977901009869289545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12729369.post-115061929684095844</id><published>2006-06-18T18:14:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T16:20:06.430+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elkana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><title type='text'>starwars</title><content type='html'>by Elkana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the galaxy there is planets armies and building and lots of machines. In republic and cis they have wars but they dot stop wars and they get armies because they make more armies. But they never stop makeing things they make nus and they make so many robots but they nevar be tems. they are not fres and they make leaders and they make weapons and lot of things to make. the republic have 75683 armies and cis have 61129 but the cis will make more that is 50.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12729369-115061929684095844?l=decarlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/115061929684095844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12729369&amp;postID=115061929684095844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/115061929684095844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/115061929684095844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/2006/06/starwars.html' title='starwars'/><author><name>Amelia Fauzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11977901009869289545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12729369.post-115061822702359763</id><published>2006-06-18T17:43:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T16:20:31.743+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farhan'/><title type='text'>Whitty is from farhan</title><content type='html'>by Farhan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4855/1092/1600/whittty%20compressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 194px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="184" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4855/1092/320/whittty%20compressed.jpg" width="235" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;when i go to someone house i got a rabbit and i went home and i playd computer and i had haue a rabbit. but i forgot my rabbit i cant find my rabbit on time. i look and look and look and i find my rabbit. tomorrow will be holiday and i had breakfast with rabbit and i sleep with whitty .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12729369-115061822702359763?l=decarlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/115061822702359763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12729369&amp;postID=115061822702359763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/115061822702359763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/115061822702359763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/2006/06/whitty-is-from-farhan.html' title='Whitty is from farhan'/><author><name>Amelia Fauzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11977901009869289545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12729369.post-115040705875090355</id><published>2006-06-16T06:56:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T16:21:08.723+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elkana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><title type='text'>Cats cats and moro cats</title><content type='html'>by Elkana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day in the house their is joe and dad and mum and me and cats but the cats are going to the city. their peoples and buildings the cat when to the petshop and he saw lotsof cats. Then the cat open the cage then the cats run outside. then the cats follow the cat he went to home then the cats help the cat to open the door. Then moro cats then moro cats came to help the cats. when the door opens joe saw somany cats. then me and joe give the cats food.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12729369-115040705875090355?l=decarlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/115040705875090355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12729369&amp;postID=115040705875090355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/115040705875090355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12729369/posts/default/115040705875090355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decarlefamily.blogspot.com/2006/06/cats-cats-and-moro-cats.html' title='Cats cats and moro cats'/><author><name>Amelia Fauzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11977901009869289545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
