toba lake

There was one of the orphan's poor young men. He remained alone at the north of the Sumatran Island that was very dry. He lived in a farming manner and provoked the fish. One day, he provoked and got the strange arrest fish. The fish was big and very beautiful. His colour was golden. He then released his fish hook and held on to the fish. But when being touched his hands, the fish changed to a pretty daughter! Evidently he was the fish that was condemned by the gods because of violating a ban. Has in letter, if he was touched the hands, he will change the form to like the creature what touched him. Because he was touched by humankind, then he also changed to humankind.

The young man then meminang the daughter of the fish. The daughter of the fish nod his head the prepared sign. "However I had one request, kaka you." He said. "I was prepared to become the wife kakanda, provided that kakanda wanted to maintain my secret that I came from a fish." "Okay, Adinda." I will maintain the secret. The youth words.

Finally they married and were blessed with a funny male baby. However when growing up, this Child always felt hungry. Altough already many foods that entered to mouth him, he had not felt full. One day, because so hungry him, he ate all available food in the table, including the allocation ate his two parents. back from the field, his father who was hungry found the empty table not having food, angry his heart. Because hungry and could not control himself, went out said-he said that was rough. "Really the descendants's child" of the "fish!" He did not realise, with his statement, meant him has opened the secret of his wife. After the farmer said said-he said, instantly same the child and his wife were lost vanished. Without second-hand and the tracks. From the former pedal foot him, suddenly spat on very swift and increasingly swift water. The Village farmer and the surrounding village remained all. Water overflowed very high and wide so as to form a lake. And finally formed a lake. The lake had finally been known by the name of the Lake

INDONESIA

Republik Indonesia is a country in Southeast Asia and Oceania. Indonesia comprises 17.508 islands. With an estimated population of around 237 million people, it is the world's fourth most populous country, with the world's largest population of muslims.
Indonesia is a republic, with an elected legislature and president. The nation's capital city is Jakarta. The country shares land borders with Papua New Guinea, East Timor, and Malaysia. Other neighboring countries include Singapore, Philippines, Australia, and the Indian territory of the Andaman and Nicobar Island.
Across its many islands, Indonesia consists of distinct ethnic, linguistic, and religious groups. The Javanese are the largest and most politically dominant ethnic group. Indonesia has developed a shared identity defined by a national language, ethnic diversity, religious pluralism within a majority Muslim population, and a history of colonialism including rebellion against it. Indonesia's national motto, "Bhinneka Tunggal Ika" ("Unity in Diversity" literally, "many, yet one"), articulates the diversity that shapes the country. However, sectarian tensions and separatism have led to violent confrontations that have undermined political and economic stability. Despite its large population and densely populated regions, Indonesia has vast areas of wilderness that support the world's second highest level of biodiversity. The country is richly endowed with natural resources, yet poverty is a defining feature of contemporary Indonesia.

how to make eclair chocolate?

Eclair Chocolate

material:

• 125 cc water
• 70 gram butter
• 60 gram flour
• 15 gram cocoa powder
• 1/2 tablespoon sugar
• 2 grains eggs

vla fruit:

• 250 cc liquid milk
• 50 gram sugar
• 1 grains egg
• 20 gram cornstarch, disolve in little water
• 20 gram red cherry, cut in small dice
• 20 gram green cherry, cut in small dice
• 20 gram raisin

how to make it:

• boil water, butter, and sugar until the butter melt and boil
• put flour, and cocoa powder mix well, lift
• after cool, put eggs one by one mix well
• put dough in triangle plastic bag which were has star syringes
• prepare pan, spread with butter
• syringes dough until 4 cm, stack all dough until full and give the distance
• roast in oven until cooked and dry surface
• vla fruit: boil liquid milk, and gulapasir, stir well. take 1 / 3 batter, mixed with egg yolk, mix well. enter into the original mixture, cook until done
• cut of the side sus, put vla

for: 15 pieces

my biography

My name’s ganis carina. I was born in Jakarta, on april 22’1994. At 4 years old, I’m joined at miftahul jannah kindergarten. But, I don’t like there teachers. So, I rarely attend and I didn’t graduate school. At 5 years old, I’m joined at sudirman kindergarten. I like there teacher and there school. At 6 years old, my mom joined me at A’R kids at senayan stadium. In there, I study fashion show, ballet dance and acting. I won a few fashion show contest.

At 7 years old, I entered elementary school. I joined to the same school with my kindergarten, sudirman. My teacher’s name in 1^st class mrs.endang. But now she will died. In 2^nd class, my teacher’s mrs.sri sumiarti. In 3^rd class, my teacher’s mr.agung. In 4^th class, my teacher’s mr.sujadmiko. he like English language. In 5^th class, my teacher’s mr.mungkidi. I has my first boyfriend in there step. I joined a band group in there school. I’m drummer. Teacher who touhgt me drum same with my teacher in 3^rd class. In 6^th class,my teacher’s mr.samudi. he has a unique mustache. He was a friendly teacher, he like smile but he so discipline and dignity. Elementary farewell I just went to ancol to enjoy the beach and Dufan with friends.

At 13 years old, I entered junior high school. I joined 102 JHS on cijantung street. The first time I went I’m shocked and didn’t believe the state school. And I need one semester for adaptation in there. I went to school at noon. My first teacher mrs sri, he was a little chubby. And 2^nd class I went to school at morning and I like late. My teacher’s mrs.tuta. the name so unique. At 3^rd class, I like this moment. I have some best friends in there. JHS farewell, we went to jogja. I stay three days. And I’m so happy.

erni's story

once upon a time, there lived a sweet girl who is always lonely. she was named Erni. Erni never had friends to chat. His father was always busy working in the forestry minister distant areas in the city. Her mother is always gone. Whether where Erni never know. Every time Erni asked her mother, she always evaded by asking about Erni. Is Erni been eating? Is Erni's house chores? Is Erni has put in order his bed? at erni home, there is only one servant, and she was always busy working. Erni like to horsing. But his mother always prohibit Erni to ride into the forest which is very pleasant.

At a morning Erni had completed all the tasks and work. She was bored when silence at home. Erni decided to go riding. Erni very fast gallop. Erni angry, Erni bored, erni feel lonely. Erni ride with cried. After she finished cried she didn't know was where. Erni stopped the horse. He was in a canopy is topped with trees. Erni lost. she think, she will be the jungle. she false about the jungle. Erni trying to find a way home.

the night came, erni not found at home. Erni has exhausted her hunger. He saw a thick fruit trees. Erni approached the tree and pick up the fruit. she sat under a tree. when she wanted to bite his fruit suddenly emerged from a fairy fruit. "Erni, please don't eat us." Says the fairy. Erni a direct shock she threw the fruit. After he began to realize that she took the fruit again. "wh-who?" Asked erni stutters. "I was a fairy forest guards. Please don't feed us. "Says the fairy gentle. "But I'm tired, I'm very hungry." Says erni pleaded. "You cann't eat it." Snapped the fairy.
Erni confused about whether he should eat it or not. now she's clearly starving. finally erni decided to not eat. Head erni dizziness, stomach erni starvation. Erni was unconscious. After erni awoke, erni realized that he was at his house.

Weeping Stone

the kalimantan's people legend

Darmi watched his face through the mirror that hung on the wall of her room.
"Well I am beautiful," he said. "More appropriate for me to stay in the palace than in rickety shack like this."
Her eyes looked around the room. Only a mattress is not easy where he slept that fills the room. There is no counter so he wanted. Even the locker was just an old box. Darmi sighed inwardly.

Darmi was not a rich kid. His mother is only a poor widow. To support them both, her mother slaving from morning till night. Whatever job he was doing. Looking for firewood in the forest, mowing the grass to feed the goats neighbors, other people washing clothes, whatever he did to get the wages. Instead Darmi is a spoiled child. The slightest pity he did not see her mother worked hard all day. Even with how could he forced his mother to give her money if there is something to buy.
"Mom, let's give the money to me! Tomorrow will be a party in the next village, I have to go with new clothes. Worn clothes of all, "he said.
"Son, you just yesterday bought a new dress. Wear those. Moreover, the mother only enough money to feed us for two days. Later if you use to buy clothes, we can not eat my boy! "Said his mother pleaded.
"Alah the mother's affairs for more money for. Yesterday's clothes I'm wearing it already, shame dong who was wearing-it again. Later what they say! Come on let's give her money now! "Said Darmi rudely.
Forced the mother to give her the money it requested. He was very fond of children's wayangnya alone.

So, day after day the mother getting older and suffering. While endowed Darmi beautiful face increasingly wasteful. Job just to spend money to buy nice clothes, tools expensive cosmetics and go to parties to show off her beauty.

One day Darmi asked her mother to buy the powder in the market. But her mother did not know what the powder.
"You'd better come to the market's mother, so you can select your own," said his mother.
"Ick, I'm ashamed to walk with her mother. What will people think. Darmi a lovely walk with a grandmother who slums, "he said with a sneer.
"Well if you're embarrassed to walk with me. Mom would walk in behind you, "his mother said sadly.
"Well, mother promise ya! During the trip she should not walk beside me and not talk to me! "He said.
Her mother just looked at her sadly and said yes.

Finally they go together. Very odd looks. Darmi look very pretty with her pink dress that looked expensive and behind her mother who had bent the ragged clothes patched. In the middle of the road Darmi met with friends from neighboring villages who greeted him.
"Hi Darmi, want to go where you are?" They said.
"I'm going to the market," said Darmi.
"Oh, who's grandmother is behind it? Your mother? "They asked.
"Oh no! Not!. How could my mother's that bad. He's only a servant, "said Darmi quickly.
How devastated his mother heard her beloved son would not recognize him as her own mother. But the arrest of a sense of grief in the heart.

The incident was repeated continuously throughout their journey. The longer the heart of the mother getting destroyed. Finally he could not stand longer contain his grief. Tears him admonished his son.
"O my son so malunyakah you acknowledge me as your mother? I gave birth to this world. Is this balasanmu loving your mother? "
Darmi turned and said, "Well I did not ask to be born by the poor mothers like you. I do not deserve to be the child's mother. Look at the mother's face! Ugly, wrinkled and worn! Mother more worthy of a servant than be a mother! "
After saying rude words are Darmi arrogantly went back to his pace.

Darmi her mother in tears grief complain to God. His face looked up at the sky and curse out of his mouth, "Oh my God! Servant no longer able to contain her grief in my heart. Please punish the rebellious slave children. Give him of retribution! "

Suddenly the sky turned cloudy and lightning flashing accompanied by booming thunder. Darmi frightened and started to run towards his mother. But he felt his legs were so heavy. When he looked down he saw his leg had turned to stone, and now his calf, thigh and continued up the stairs. Darmi fear, he shouted for help to her mother. But she just looked at him with tears laughing.

"Mother, please Darmi bu! Darmi sorry. I'm sorry to have hurt the mother. Sorry I'm not! Help me ... "he shouted. Mother Darmi not bear to see her son become a stone, but there was nothing she could do. Rice has become porridge. The curse spoken irrevocable. Finally he could hold only children who were begging for mercy and cried until finally she lost her voice and her whole body into stone.

_the end_

how to make mango soufle?

mango soufle

material:
300 gr arum manis mangoes
3 yellow eggs
1 white egg
75 gr sugar
250 cc whipping cream, mix until rigid
150 cc full cream milk
50 gr gelatin
80 cc hot water

how to make it:
1. mix mango until smooth,transfer to bowl
2. shake the yellow eggs and sugar until smooth. add full cream milk and cooked with small fire, with shaked
3. put gelatin already fused with hot water, poke average
4. put whipping cream already mix and mango already smooth, poke average, take away
5. shake the white egg until rigid, put in mango batter
6. prepared soufle bowl that it was in a plastic to mica exceed 5 cm lip bowl, tied with thread
7. pour a dough on its entry in the refrigerator for approximately 2 hours, serve in cool and chilled condition.

for : 6 portion

biography

Ibu Sud:
Full Name: Saridjah Niung Stars Soedibio
Birth : Sukabumi, West Java, 26 March 1908
Died : Jakarta, 9 June 2004
Age : 96 Year
Religion : Islam

Education:

* Kweekaschool, Bandung
* The art sound, music and play violin Prof. Dr. Mr. J.F. Kramer

Career:

* Teacher Petojo HIS, HIS Kartini street, HIS Arjuna (1925-1941).
* Compose a song about 200 children.

create:

* Tanah Airku
* Berkibarlah Benderaku
* Kutilang - Hujan
* Nenek Moyang
* Menanam Jagung
* Indonesia Tumpah Darahku
* Indonesia Negaraku
* Merah Putih
* Kampung Halamanku
* Hyme Kemerdekaan
* Pujaan

Ibu Sud is a creator of children's songs. His career had already started even long before the independence of Indonesia. According to she was very moved because the first Indonesian children less happy. How beautiful, if they can sing a song of Indonesian. She himself must be annoyed because it teaches students of Indonesia, Dutch-speaking songs.

Then emerge ideas to create songs for them. The goal is not to give another excitement to the children, the ability imagination, so that in the end can be created and work. Songs Ibu Sud, according to Pak Kasur, has a high spirit of patriotism.

For example patriotism bands appear in the title Berkibarlah Benderaku. The song was created when he saw Joseph Ronodipuro persistence, a leader in the RRI years Indonesia. Reduce reject Joseph Sang Saka Merah Putih is currently away in the office, even in the threat of weapons fire.

Some other songs include: "Hai Becak", "Burung Kutilang, and kupu-kupu. When worn rent first home, in Kramat Street, Jakarta, leak, it makes the song TIK TIK Bunyi Hujan ....

the habit in music part of the possible stepfather, Prof.. Dr. Mr. J.F. Kramer, a retired Vice Chairman of the Hooge Rechtshof (Attorney General High) in Jakarta, which settled in Sukabumi
Ibu Sud consecutive Indonesia Raya accompanying violin through the song when it first reverberation in the Youth Building, 28th October 1928. That time she has become Mrs. Stars Soedibio (deceased, died 1954). Years in the struggle, Mrs. Soed also are friends with Cornel Simanjuntak, Ismail Marzuki, Kusbini, and other nationalist leaders.
His father is actually Mohamad Niung, sailor Bugis origin, which then become a bodyguard Mr. Kramer. Saridjah born as youngest child of 13 brothers - 11 of them have died.

At the age of parents, Ibu Sud living grandchildren and great-grandfather accompanied. He was determined to keep track and created to make batik. Although not the batik effort, but he would like to appreciate the value of art in the baliknya. Recipient Satya Lencana Culture is also a normal walking sport, every morning about three kilometers. Compulsory national song that he made is Berkibarlah Benderaku and Tanah Airku.

diary

Jakarta, 20 August 2009

Dear diary,
Yesterday was the day that I am patient. I leave for school as usual. In fact there are only at school Halal Bihalal events only. Go back school I granted my promised to list on the back LIA Depok. I went to LIA with to ride public transport with mamon, my friends. In public transport, daza, the people that I love called me and mamon for first went to Margo for watched the movie. But I do not know what the movie.

In Margo, mamon and I met with daza. Directly to our Platinum Screen to wait for the other two friends. At Platinum Screen I found a place to sit. I found that in a soffa created for two people only. I immediately went to sit down without called them. They were aware and they immediately sat down with the position daza sit in my side. My feel very very happy. But I still maintain that not my face red.

Approximately half an hour I am bored with waiting. And finally the two friends appear with the relaxed face. Once completed and archly nostalgia, we went to mosque for pray. On the way to mosque daza out of the jacket before he was to hold me because I is not pray. Feelings that had emerged earlier, appear again. And I behavior false. i immediately ran to the toilet before they have the while yelling. At that time the condition of toilets there is only one person who is preparing to go. I like the conditions. After the woman went I rant fun while i jump around and hug the jacket.

Movies have been started, and I have to return the jacket. In fact my friends who already understand their my feel to set the daza I sit beside daza. Thank you friend, thanks to you I can sit beside him. Perhaps the thing that is trivial. Menurutku but it is a moment which is very good.

Finished watching, we went directly to the LIA. Here, we immediately ran to the notice board and see the results of our tests. In fact I get a class lower than the most friend-friends. I was annoyed with my stupid brain this field in a foreign language. But I will still accept. And finally we return to the home of each.

make a orange fruit punch

material:
*sunkist orange
*sprites
*block ice
*orange juice

how to make it:
*piece orange gap one orange to six piece, grab seed
*pour sprites, orange juice and some piece of orange
*and the last give some block ice