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Happy Australia Day

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Our flag bears the stars that blaze at night
In our southern sky of blue
And that little old flag in the corner
That’s part of our heritage too,
It’s for the English, the Scots and the Irish
Who were sent to the end of the earth
The rogues and the schemers and dreamers
Who gave our Australia its birth.

And you who are shouting to change it
You don’t seem to understand
It’s the flag of our laws and language
Not the flag of a far away land
There are plenty of people who’ll tell you
How when Europe was plunged into night
The little old flag in the corner
Was their symbol of freedom and light.

It don’t mean we owe our allegiance
To a forgotten imperial dream
We’ve the stars to show where we’re going
And the old flag to show where we’ve been
It’s only an old piece of bunting
It’s only an old coloured rag
But there are thousands who died for its honour
And fell in defence of our flag.

This poem was written by an anonymous Australian about the Australian flag debate, where Advocates of change in Australia, believe that another design would be more effective in representing Australia.

by unknown author

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The Sniper by Liam O’Flaherty

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The Sniper

by Liam O’Flaherty
The long June twilight faded into night. Dublin lay enveloped in darkness but for the dim light of the moon that shone through fleecy clouds, casting a pale light as of approaching dawn over the streets and the dark waters of the Liffey. Around the beleaguered Four Courts the heavy guns roared. Here and there through the city, machine guns and rifles broke the silence of the night, spasmodically, like dogs barking on lone farms. Republicans and Free Staters were waging civil war.On a rooftop near O’Connell Bridge, a Republican sniper lay watching. Beside him lay his rifle and over his shoulders was slung a pair of field glasses. His face was the face of a student, thin and ascetic, but his eyes had the cold gleam of the fanatic. They were deep and thoughtful, the eyes of a man who is used to looking at death.He was eating a sandwich hungrily. He had eaten nothing since morning. He had been too excited to eat. He finished the sandwich, and, taking a flask of whiskey from his pocket, he took a short drought. Then he returned the flask to his pocket. He paused for a moment, considering whether he should risk a smoke. It was dangerous. The flash might be seen in the darkness, and there were enemies watching. He decided to take the risk.Continue Reading=>>

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The Last Leaf by William Sydney Porter / O. Henry – A Midnight Story

The Last Leaf

In a little district west of Washington Square the streets have run crazy and broken themselves into small strips called “places.” These “places” make strange angles and curves. One Street crosses itself a time or two. An artist once discovered a valuable possibility in this street. Suppose a collector with a bill for paints, paper and canvas should, in traversing this route, suddenly meet himself coming back, without a cent having been paid on account!

So, to quaint old Greenwich Village the art people soon came prowling, hunting for north windows and eighteenth-century gables and Dutch attics and low rents. Then they imported some pewter mugs and a chafing dish or two from Sixth Avenue, and became a “colony.”

At the top of a squatty, three-story brick Sue and Johnsy had their studio. “Johnsy” was familiar for Joanna. One was from Maine; the other from California. They had met at the table d’hôte of an Eighth Street “Delmonico’s,” and found their tastes in art, chicory salad and bishop sleeves so congenial that the joint studio resulted.

That was in May. In November a cold, unseen stranger, whom the doctors called Pneumonia, stalked about the colony, touching one here and there with his icy fingers. Over on the east side this ravager strode boldly, smiting his victims by scores, but his feet trod slowly through the maze of the narrow and moss-grown “places.”

Mr. Pneumonia was not what you would call a chivalric old gentleman. A mite of a little woman with blood thinned by California zephyrs was hardly fair game for the red-fisted, short-breathed old duffer. But Johnsy he smote; and she lay, scarcely moving, on her painted iron bedstead, looking through the small Dutch window-panes at the blank side of the next brick house.

One morning the busy doctor invited Sue into the hallway with a shaggy, gray eyebrow.

“She has one chance in – let us say, ten,” he said, as he shook down the mercury in his clinical thermometer. ” And that chance is for her to want to live. This way people have of lining-u on the side of the undertaker makes the entire pharmacopoeia look silly. Your little lady has made up her mind that she’s not going to get well. Has she anything on her mind?”

“She – she wanted to paint the Bay of Naples some day.” said Sue.

“Paint? – bosh! Has she anything on her mind worth thinking twice – a man for instance?”

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The Pedestrian by Ray Bradbury – A Midnight Story

The Pedestrian

To enter out into that silence that was the city at eight o’clock of a misty evening in November, to put your feet upon that buckling concrete walk, to step over grassy seams and make your way, hands in pockets, through the silences, that was what Mr. Leonard Mead most dearly loved to do. He would stand upon the corner of an intersection and peer down long moonlit avenues of sidewalk in four directions, deciding which way to go, but it really made no difference; he was alone in this world of A.D. 2053, or as good as alone, and with a final decision made, a path selected, he would stride off, sending patterns of frosty air before him like the smoke of a cigar.

Sometimes he would walk for hours and miles and return only at midnight to his house. And on his way he would see the cottages and homes with their dark windows, and it was not unequal to walking through a graveyard where only the faintest glimmers of firefly light appeared in flickers behind the windows. Sudden gray phantoms seemed to manifest upon inner room walls where a curtain was still undrawn against the night, or there were whisperings and murmurs where a window in a tomb-like building was still open.

Mr. Leonard Mead would pause, cock his head, listen, look, and march on, his feet making no noise on the lumpy walk. For long ago he had wisely changed to sneakers when strolling at night, because the dogs in intermittent squads would parallel his journey with barkings if he wore hard heels, and lights might click on and faces appear and an entire street be startled by the passing of a lone figure, himself, in the early November evening.

On this particular evening he began his journey in a westerly direction, toward the hidden sea. There was a good crystal frost in the air; it cut the nose and made the lungs blaze like a Christmas tree inside; you could feel the cold light going on and off, all the branches filled with invisible snow. He listened to the faint push of his soft shoes through autumn leaves with satisfaction, and whistled a cold quiet whistle between his teeth, occasionally picking up a leaf as he passed, examining its skeletal pattern in the infrequent lamplights as he went on, smelling its rusty smell.

“Hello, in there,” he whispered to every house on every side as he moved. “What’s up tonight on Channel 4, Channel 7, Channel 9? Where are the cowboys rushing, and do I see the United States Cavalry over the next hill to the rescue?”
The street was silent and long and empty, with only his shadow moving like the shadow of a hawk in midcountry. If he closed his eyes and stood very still, frozen, he could imagine himself upon the center of a plain, a wintry, windless Arizona desert with no house in a thousand miles, and only dry river beds, the streets, for company.

“What is it now?” he asked the houses, noticing his wrist watch. “Eight-thirty P.M.? Time for a dozen assorted murders? A quiz? A revue? A comedian falling off the stage?”

Was that a murmur of laughter from within a moon-white house? He hesitated, but went on when nothing more happened. He stumbled over a particularly uneven section of sidewalk. The cement was vanishing under flowers and grass. In ten years of walking by night or day, for thousands of miles, he had never met another person walking, not once in all that time.
He came to a cloverleaf intersection which stood silent where two main highways crossed the town. During the day it was a thunderous surge of cars, the gas stations open, a great insect rustling and a ceaseless jockeying for position as the scarab-beetles, a faint incense puttering from their exhausts, skimmed homeward to the far directions. But now these highways, too, were like streams in a dry season, all stone and bed and moon radiance.

He turned back on a side street, circling around toward his home. He was within a block of his destination when the lone car turned a corner quite suddenly and flashed a fierce white cone of light upon him. He stood entranced, not unlike a night moth, stunned by the illumination, and then drawn toward it.

A metallic voice called to him:
“Stand still. Stay where you are! Don’t move!”
He halted.
“Put up your hands!”
“But—” he said.
“Your hands up! Or we’ll Shoot!”

The police, of course, but what a rare, incredible thing; in a city of three million, there was only one police car left, wasn’t that correct? Ever since a year ago, 2052, the election year, the force had been cut down from three cars to one. Crime was ebbing; there was no need now for the police, save for this one lone car wandering and wandering the empty streets. “Your name?” said the police car in a metallic whisper. He couldn’t see the men in it for the bright light in his eyes.

“Leonard Mead,” he said.
“Speak up!”
“Leonard Mead!”
“Business or profession?”
“I guess you’d call me a writer.”

“No profession,” said the police car, as if talking to itself. The light held him fixed, like a museum specimen, needle thrust through chest. “You might say that,” said Mr. Mead. He hadn’t written in years. Magazines and books didn’t sell any more. Everything went on in the tomblike houses at night now, he thought, continuing his fancy. The tombs, ill-lit by television light, where the people sat like the dead, the gray or multicolored lights touching their faces, but never really touching them. “No profession,” said the phonograph voice, hissing. “What are you doing out?”

“Walking,” said Leonard Mead.
“Walking!”
“Just walking,” he said simply, but his face felt cold.
“Walking, just walking, walking?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Walking where? For what?”
“Walking for air. Walking to see.”
“Your address!”
“Eleven South Saint James Street.”
“And there is air in your house, you have an air conditioner, Mr. Mead?”
“Yes.”
“And you have a viewing screen in your house to see with?”
“No.”
“No?” There was a crackling quiet that in itself was an accusation.
“Are you married, Mr. Mead?”
“No.”
“Not married,” said the police voice behind the fiery beam. The moon was high and clear among the stars and the houses were gray and silent.
“Nobody wanted me,” said Leonard Mead with a smile.
“Don’t speak unless you’re spoken to!”
Leonard Mead waited in the cold night.
“Just walking, Mr. Mead?”
“Yes.”
“But you haven’t explained for what purpose.”
“I explained; for air, and to see, and just to walk.”
“Have you done this often?”
“Every night for years.”
The police car sat in the center of the street with its radio throat faintly humming.
“Well, Mr. Mead,” it said.
“Is that all?” he asked politely.
“Yes,” said the voice. “Here.” There was a sigh, a pop. The back door of the police car sprang wide. “Get in.”
“Wait a minute, I haven’t done anything!”
“Get in.”
“I protest!”
“Mr. Mead.”
He walked like a man suddenly drunk. As he passed the front window of the car he looked in. As he had expected, there was no one in the front seat, no one in the car at all.
“Get in.”

He put his hand to the door and peered into the back seat, which was a little cell, a little black jail with bars. It smelled of riveted steel. It smelled of harsh antiseptic; it smelled too clean and hard and metallic. There was nothing soft there.
“Now if you had a wife to give you an alibi,” said the iron voice. “But—”
“Where are you taking me?”

The car hesitated, or rather gave a faint whirring click, as if information, somewhere, was dropping card by punch-slotted card under electric eyes. “To the Psychiatric Center for Research on Regressive Tendencies.”

He got in. The door shut with a soft thud. The police car rolled through the night avenues, flashing its dim lights ahead.
They passed one house on one street a moment later, one house in an entire city of houses that were dark, but this one particular house had all of its electric lights brightly lit, every window a loud yellow illumination, square and warm in the cool darkness.

“That’s my house,” said Leonard Mead.
No one answered him.

The car moved down the empty river-bed streets and off away, leaving the empty streets with the empty sidewalks, and no sound and no motion all the rest of the chill November night.

New Year, New Babies and A Great Collection of Nursery Rhymes and Lyrics

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Good morning and finally we have some sunshine for today. How long will this last? Let’s wait and see.

You might have noticed that we are quite interested in Nursery Rhymes and Lyrics lately. It is a new year, and guess what, we have new babies.

Will and Kate have a Royal baby on the way.

Our eBook baby is ready and will be met with you all on our brand new website.

To add to this baby business, Mr. D’s cousin has given birth to a baby son last year. A dragon baby according to Chinese zodiac! Almighty and powerful just like Miss D. Miss D is a dragon, too, do you know?

To celebrate all these good news and give a gift to Mr. D’s nephew, we have collected some wonderful Nursery Rhymes and Lyrics. Miss D has grown up with these nursery songs and we always had a great time singing together.

Want to have a peek of these nurseries? Below are 10 of our favourites:

  1. Itsy-Bitsy Spider – Nursery Rhymes and Lyrics

  2. Mary had a little lamb – Nursery Rhymes and Lyrics

  3. Polly put the kettle on – Nursery Rhymes and Lyrics

  4. John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt – Nursery Rhymes and Lyrics

  5. An apple a day keeps the doctor away

  6. Big Ship Sails on the Ally-Ally-oh

  7. Christmas is Coming

  8. Hot Cross Buns rhyme

  9. Star Light Star Bright lyrics

  10. Humpty Dumpty story

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Indonesia Education and School System

Normally you won’t see a title like this on midnightvisitor:

Indonesia Education and School System

Of course, we are in Jakarta, hence our blog has a certain Indonesia touch. But ours is a fun oriented blog, has nothing to do with any system at all. Even if it is the Education system!

But wait, we can write, and to prove that, we write in many styles. And we can write in a formal tone, very formal indeed, OK?

You are not reading this article yet, ‘Indonesia Education and School System’, that is, because it will be in tomorrow’s newspaper ( or more exactly, a future post in someone else’s blog).

We thought it might be good to let you know first. So stay tuned and we will publish the ‘Indonesia Education and School System’ very soon.

On a more serious note: if you are moving to Jakarta, with a kid, then please come back to read this article. It gives you a detailed view on how the Indonesia education system looks like, and how to pick a good school for your child.

Very important topic, right? Hope you will like it. It is educational, indeed.

Love. D

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A Piece of Jakarta eBook is Completed!

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Last day before we fly out to China, we haven’t packed yet. And why we are still typing here?!

Because we are so excited, our first e-baby:

‘A Piece of Jakarta – 31 Days in Jakarta’

is now officially completed!

A big thank you to Miss D, who worked till 10pm last night to help out with the final editing, without you, the eBook won’t be as beautiful. You are a star!!!

You might have noticed that we changed the eBook cover a bit. Is it better this way? We like it because now that it suits the contents better. You will see what we mean if you read our eBook.

Most of the photos in this eBook is actually taken by Miss D. Even the photo on our eBook cover is taken by Miss D. We love it. How good is that! Plus she has a few articles there, too. We love the ‘5 Peculiar Things in Jakarta’ she wrote, which is included in the eBook.

Actually, while editing, Miss D came up with another great idea.

Miss D has been working in her Grade Ambassador Club in the past semester, and has grown a keen interest in organising events and activities.

We were thinking of launching our new eBook on a new website. But Miss D got a better idea: she wants to do a fundraiser at her school and give out the eBook for free. There are lots of unfortunate kids in Jakarta, and hopefully our eBook can help a good cause.

So after our holidays, she will talk to her adviser in school and see if she can do this. So excited! Maybe we will just throw in A Hat Day at her school, what do you think?

Wish Miss D luck!

Love. D

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We have a problem

Kim Jong Un, we have a problem!

No, we are not flying to the moon and it isn’t snowing in Jakarta. 😀

We are going to China this Christmas. Can’t wait!

But before that we’ve got a eBook to finish and time is running out.

Actually, don’t even worry about that, finishing the eBook that is. Being a good planner Mrs. D is, we sure can complete the writing and editing on the last day (or more likely the last minute?) prior to our flight. She’s that good, very very prompture, if you ask her friends. 😀

An update on our eBook:

We have completed another great Jakarta musing for you. A duck story.

Jakarta musing duck story

Don’t you just love it? We had a lot of laugh over this one.

Well, the title of this article is not ‘A Duck Story’. In fact, it has nothing to do with duck. The title of the new story is:

The Technician and the Light Bulb

This story is a classic one during our stay in Jakarta so far. Somehow, it is similar to the duck story we have put out at the end of the article. Not a duck story, a duck joke, to be exact. Haven’t we told you just now that we have a lot of laugh over this article?

Writing is our thing in the D House, no problem.

Editing?

Well, it’s also going well thanks to Miss D. She’s got some final school tests and assignments to go through, still she finds the time to help out with the editing. Sometimes, Miss D is so amazing that she makes us forget that she is only 12 years old. (OK, admittedly, our view on Miss D is fully biased, but don’t you do the same with your 12 year old?! After all Mrs. D’s parents are still doing this until this date!)

So what’s the problem?

The problem is: we can’t upload the eBook to our website!

Well, there is one solution: we can upload our eBook to some other website and give you a link, then you can go there to download.

We don’t wanna do that.

It’s like give up our own child out to a total stranger.

There is another solution: you send us your email request, and we reply with our eBook attached. Great idea, but can’t work either. Not while we are traveling in China. We have to set our priorities right. 😀

This problem is one of the reasons that we are switching to a better website. One that let us do all the things we want to: ie playing videos, songs, a better theme, better design… and of course, a function for downloading eBooks.

You wouldn’t think we will only write one eBook, would you?

Oh, no. We have more than one eBook for sure. This blog is going to last forever (OK, maybe not that ambitious, how about 10 years?). If we can write one eBook in 31 days, we sure can write at least 3 to 5 eBooks during our 10 years of writing.

Piece of cake. Can’t mess around in the math department with the Ds. 😀

So what to do now with our only eBook? After all it is our first e-child, a treasure in the D family. Well, if you know our private email address (not the midnightvisitor gmail account), you can send us an email and we will email you our eBook, even while we’re traveling.

Let’s see, hummm… that will easily pass the one million mark already. (OK, it’s more like one hundred, but a million sounds much better…)

If you don’t know our private email address, then can you wait till after our holidays? You can download the eBook from our new website. How exciting is that? A brand new website and a brand new eBook. Life is full of goodies.

Meanwhile, while you are here, why not check out some Christmas goodies on our website, make a couple of Christmas ornaments, taste our Christmas recipes, and shop for a few fashion items. Have a great time this Christmas!

Love. D

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An Offer I Couldn’t Refuse – 31 Days In Jakarta

We have just published our eBook cover for our ‘A piece of Jakarta – 31 Days In Jakarta’ yesterday. And then we found out this week all the bloggers are writing about ‘An offer I couldn’t refuse’!

Amazing. God send. Just the offer we need for our brand new eBook!

We love you, and thank you, God (aka the publishers at wordpress :D). You must have heard our prayers for reaching out our eBook to a wider audience, have you?

So here goes our ten minute:

Our eBook ‘A piece of Jakarta’ is due out next month, right before Christmas. This is our gift and souvenir for everyone who loves Jakarta, the city we are currently living in.

You can read our daily lives in Jakarta, our happiness and occasional frustration. Check out the itineraries, recipes, restaurants in Jakarta and Indonesia. We have plenty information there. Interested? Check out our draft content page for the eBook here.

How about a bit of exotic life sound? Life in Jakarta is different, exotic to a certain extend for sure. It surprises us every now and then, it will certainly amaze you. Please come and read our eBook. It is free and full of fun.

OK, thank you for your topic for this week. Hope you enjoyed our take on this one. A great 10 minutes we have had. Happy reading.

 

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A Piece of Jakarta

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Good afternoon, dear readers. How are you today?

We are working on our eBook ‘A Piece of Jakarta – 31 Days In Jakarta’ at the moment. We are busy writing a few more articles to add into the eBook. Do you want to have a peek of them? These are fantastic, brand new articles that you won’t be able to see anywhere else. Promise.

Daily Musing

In the Daily Musing sector, we will add a few more pieces, the ones we are working on now are as below:

Jakarta Ghost Story 1 or

Jakarta Love Story 1

(We will only put one of these into the eBook, which one do you like more? And yes, these will be the first article of a new series on our blog, we will make sure to write story 2, story 3 etc on our blog :D)

The Technician and the light bulb (Yep, a very funny story which will make you laugh, Miss D can’t wait to show you this one!)

A Conspiracy Theory (A real life story in true Jakarta style, you will love it!)

Restaurant Find Jakarta

In the Restaurant Find Jakarta section, we will add a few new restaurant reviews. Maybe two?

Indonesia Recipe

In this section, if time allows, we will share a few more authentic Indonesia Recipes. But we are running out of time. So not sure about this one yet.

Jakarta Traveler’s Kit

Finally, we will add a brand new section, Jakarta Traveler’s Kit, with many useful, hand picked advises for traveling to Jakarta.

Hope you enjoy our ‘A Piece of Jakarta’ eBook.

Have a lovely day and see you soon.

How to write an eBook in 31 Days

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When we started out our ’31 Days In Jakarta’ series, we haven’t had the idea of turning this into an eBook. It is a project we do because we are now in Jakarta, and we took up the opportunity.

We were really having fun writing our stories. We had so much fun that we didn’t want the party to end. There were so much information we could share about our beloved city. One day, Miss D came up with the idea that we should turn this project into an eBook, so that more people can download, and take a piece of Jakarta with them. Thus began a more structured writing about our ’31 Days In Jakarta’ series.

How to write an eBook in 31 days? Is it even possible? Well, we did it and in fact it was not hard at all. Jakarta is the city we are living in and we know about it. We are passionate about what we are writing and that’s what makes the difference. Every morning, when we wake up, we find more things to write about Jakarta. It’s truly amazing.

Topic

So based on our experience, to write an eBook, most important thing is to find a topic we are passionate about. Once we find our topic, the articles will come by themselves.

Now we knew that our topic was about the city of Jakarta, we decided to divide the topic into chapters. We decided to present Jakarta through the flow of our daily life. The chapters are basically about what we do every day:

  1. Daily Musing – everyday Jakarta life throw an expat’s eyes
  2. Jakarta Travel Itinerary
  3. Jakarta Restaurant Find
  4. Indonesia Recipes
  5. Quiz and Fun Facts About Indonesia
  6. Traveler Kit to Jakarta

The Tittle

Next came the question: what would the title be for our eBook? We ran a poll on our blog about this. Our dear readers chipped in and they voted for the eBook title:

‘A piece of Jakarta – 31 Days in Jakarta’

We love this title and will use this for our eBook. We feel this title gives us a branding and set our eBook apart from all the other traveler books about Jakarta.

The eBook Cover

We need a nice book cover and so far Miss D has designed a few different ones. We are very confident that you will like the cover once you see it.

Formatting The eBook

If you think an eBook is done once we finished our writing, then you are wrong. Writing is only part of the business. After writing we need to format it, make it nice with pictures and into the right format for Kindle. Luckily, Miss D has already written a book before, so she will be the expert on this one.

Marketing The eBook

Well, if we are to sell our eBook, we have to marketing it. For us, we won’t be selling it. It’ll be a gift for anyone who is interested in Jakarta or Indonesia. But still, it would be nice for more people to read it, right? So we will be promoting this eBook through Facebook, twitter, and many other social media.

Actually, Miss D came up with another idea. She thought we should put the eBook up for free for one week (for anyone who truly followed us and loves our book). After that, we should charge USD 0.99 for each download so that anyone who download it will truly treasure it. What do you think?

Our eBook will be available before the end of November. So stay tuned and visit us when you have a moment.

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31 days in Jakarta Day 31

Phew, one month passes so quickly! Can you believe it? Today is the last day of October already. And the fun has just started.

Welcome to Jakarta!

There are so many things to write about Jakarta. So much so that 31 days is not enough. In fact, this is just a snapshot of Jakarta. There are much more to see, to hear, to experience and to enjoy. Why not come to Jakarta and experience everything for yourself?!

Do come back and visit us often. We love you all, and we love to share our life’s adventure with you.

On a final note to end this ’31 Days in Jakarta’ serial, we are going to combine these little gems during the past 31 days into a book, an eBook to be exact:

‘A Piece of Jakarta – 31 Days in Jakarta’.

Soon, you will be able to find this eBook via the ‘Free’ button at the top of our homepage. This is our gift to you. You can download it, and read it when you have a moment. Check out the itineraries, the recipes, the daily musings; our happiness, and our occasional frustration. The list is endless! Feel free to send it to your families and friends. If anyone can benefit from what the book offers, we will be very happy.

We hope you enjoy reading it as much as we enjoy writing it.

Welcome to Jakarta. Our journey has just begun.

Selamat Datang ke Jakarta

Willkommen in Jakarta

欢迎来到雅加达

Bienvenue à Jakarta

مرحبابكمفيجاكرتا

ようこそジャカルタ

Bienvenido a Yakarta

Bye for now. See you tomorrow at the MidNightVisitor’s blog. 😀

***THE EBOOK WILL BE AVAILABLE SOME TIME NEXT MONTH***

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Content Page For Our Book

Good morning, dear readers,

Just a quick note to show you the Content page for our book. What do you think?

We still have 10 days left and we have many more posts to fill in the gaps.

Which chapter do you want to read more? Let us know and we will post more on that topic.

From what we can see, we certainly need a bit more of Indonesia recipes, and restaurants. But we really like the Daily musings as well. Or the Quiz? How about you?

BTW, you can still do the book title poll here if you haven’t done so already. We would love your opinion dearly.

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Why we break the rules for our Quiz?

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31 Days In Jakarta Day 18

Good morning our dear readers. How are you today?

We need your help!

As you know,we run our MidNightVisitor‘s Quiz once a week on a random day of the week. We have already ran a quiz for this week: ‘How many maids does one household need in Jakarta?’

However we just realized that we have to break our own rules and run one extra quiz this week. It is very important.

Why? Because we need your help!

It all started from yesterday. You know, Miss D is now on school holidays and we have a bit more time. So she is helping out with our blog, taking photos, editing, proofreading, etc. We are having lots of fun doing this.

Yesterday, Miss D was reading the 31 Days In Jakarta series, and came up with a brilliant idea. She liked the 31 Days so much that she asked:

‘Shall we make this into a book?”

Miss D loves books and in fact she is an expert in making books. She made one last year about her great-grandpa for her Social Studies assignment. It was an all A assignment done with flying colors. Her teacher loved it. You can watch the video based on her book on youtube.

(No, this is not a birthday party, it is Miss D winning a reading contest of sort at school, Miss D is the one in the middle with the winning crown and her friends are holding her certificate!)

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(Book cover for Miss D’s book about her great-grandpa)

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(Pages from Miss D’s book about her great-grandpa)

We like Miss D’s idea. So we talked a bit more about it and decided that we will make the 31 Days in Jakarta into a book, an eBook to be exact. It’s the raining season here in Jakarta at the moment; making an eBook sounds more appealing than ever.

We have started on the Index page already (we are a ‘do it now’ family if you not already know) and will show you very soon what it is like.

Then we realize that we need a Book Title. You know, a really, really good one, we hope.

Can you help?

If you love the 31 Days in Jakarta like we do, you must have some ideas about what you want to read in this series, and what the title you want it to be.

Below is a few ideas of ours. Please take some time to consider and vote for the one that you like. This will be a book that we will treasure for life. So your vote is a heavy one. (OK, now we have scared you away, haven’t we?)

Thank you for your time. Have fun.

If you have any other titles that you would like us to use, feel free to put­ in. We would love that.

Now, this time the vote does have a time limit. We only have got till the end of October to finish the 31 Days In Jakarta. After that, we need a bit more time to edit the book. So you should be able to see the book before the end of this year. Yeah, a Christmas gift for all of us. Isn’t that Great!

Hurry up, put your thinking caps on and push that button now. We value your votes dearly. (Yes, that includes you Doggy Style and Sydney Fong.)