I am going to tell you about godzilla's history!
At 1954 toho was thinking about a monster and a couple of months later that monster toho think was already built!
And Toho named that monster Godzilla
Godzilla has three era:the showa era the VS era and the millennium era
At the showa era Godzilla's movie were not pretty bad
It took Toho 21 years to finish the showa era
After the last godzilla showa film, Toho then made the Heisei era (the VS era) making the godzilla movies a little advanced
3 years after the last Heisei movie of Godzilla, America started it's own Godzilla film.
And at the year 2000 Toho then made the millennium era
and with english dub
At 2004 Toho made the last Godzilla millennium film
The film's name is Godzilla FINAL WARS
and that is Godzilla's history
and after five or ten years Toho is going to make another Godzilla film
making it a 60-year anniversary.

cheers
fawwaz

Last night,
there was a little rain
in the season's chain

I count three, two, one,
I hope summer has gone

Tokyo August 31, 2007

Mommy,
Would you be my umbrella
today?
My summer umbrella...

11 August 2007

Finally, Fawwaz started a story in Bahasa Indonesia! Well, thanks to his teachers at Sekolah Republik Indonesia Tokyo, for helping him to explore what he refers as "bahasa kakek" instead of "bahasa ibu". And the story goes like this:

The World of Bego (well, the title is in English --our first excuse)

Ada orang namanya Pak Bego dan Pak Bego Sekali. Keduanya bertemu dengan Pak Pintar. Lalu kata Pak Pintar, "Bolehkah aku ikut kalian berdua?". Jawab Pak Bego dan Pak Bego Sekali, "Boleh saja, tapi kamu harus ganti nama menjadi Pak Bego Bego Sekali." Lalu Pak Pintar menjawab lagi, "Oke, saya akan menjadi Pak Bego Bego Sekali dan ikut kalian."
Jadilah ketiganya pergi membentuk The World of Bego

Sekian.

(note from discussion after the presentation: Fawwaz, why Pak Pintar seems so easy to follow Pak Bego dan Pak Bego Sekali, and even chaged his name into Pak Bego Bego Sekali?
Fawwaz replied, "Itulah begonya dia...")

Hang on, boy...where did you pick up the word of "bego" anyway? Fawwaz replied, "Well, some kids kept talking about "bego: during break time yesterday. It's a new word though, for me...)

Tokyo, Sabtu 17 Desember 2006

"Guys, Maliki is coming. Tomorrow morning , 10 o'clock..." Fawwaz happily announced it to us.

"From Iraq?"
"Nup"
"From where, then?"
"Paris..."
We looked at him with thousands of questions. It is a common expression, though.

"Well, he spent few days in Paris for hanging out...no particular reasons..."

(Maliki is Fawwaz`s imaginary friend. For those who tries to get closer to him, Fawwaz will simply say, "He is just an ordinary 8 years old boy, like me. Nothing so special..")

However, there is limited information about Maliki except he travels around the world, he helps Iraqi children, he visits favorite places in Beijing, French, Germany, and in other countries.

On the next morning, Maliki came to our house. "Ssshhh Mom....don`t speak too loud...Maliki is talking to me..."

When I gave a good-bye kiss for Fawwaz before leaving for work, he calmly said, "Would you kiss Maliki too, Mom...?"

Well, I kissed his imaginary friend. Kissing the air. But, of course, I am happy to be in Fawwaz`s scenario, at anytime, as always.(*)

Tokyo, Nov. 1 2006

Dear Diary,
I come to the city of Noppy. In the city of Noppy there are many supervillains. But there is
one that could protect the city. He is a superhero named Charlie!
This superhero is a kid (10 years old boy).
The boy (or the superhero) fights against the most evil of evil, the criminal mastermind.
So they are fighting for hours, for days.....
Who will win the battle? is it the superhero or the supervillains?
to be continued.........
We will find it out tomorrow morning... stay tune.

** A weekend story by Fawwaz Naufal Farid -- March 19, 2006

Corsa , a little boy with a magic power goes to the president`s palace. He says, "I will turn you into something big.."
The president asks, "Why? What is your problem, little boy?". Corsa replies, "Because I want to practice my magic... so here you come.. you are now a gigantic frog!"

The president is now a frog. He crocks asking for help. And then there comes a vice president trying to help the president. But again, Corsa uses his magic power to turn the vice president into a little frog.

They both crocks. They say, "Help us! Turn us back into president and vice president..."
Corsa says, "OK!"
But Corsa turns them into children!
Again, they say, "Hey we are too young! We are not the children!"

So, Corsa uses his magic power again, but the president and the vice president turn into grandpas!
They say, "Oh..no... we are too old..!"

Then, Corsa says, "OK, I will turn you back into normal human!"
But accidentally, Corsa mixes them up. The president is inside the vice president`s body, and likewise, the vice president is inside the president`s body!

They yell again, "Ahhhh we are in the wrong bodies!"

Corsa forgets the magic words, and says, "Something is wrong with my magic! Oh, I forgot my spelling!"

He thinks and tries to remember the magic words. "Beppeti boppeti boo!"

But the magic words send the president onto wrestling arena!

So the president says, "Help Corsa! I am not going to wrestle this guy!" A huge wrestler is ready to fight against him and the vice president.

And then Corsa says, "OK..OK.. I will send you back to your palace!"

The president turns back into his real size and body. So does the vice president. And they back to work, while Corsa is going home. He feels happy with his magic power.(*)

The End.

Here`s the rhyme by Fawwaz, last weekend:

***
I have a beautiful flower
and it gives me more power
and then I take a shower

After that I go to a house
where I see a little mouse

After that I play pingpong
and then I see a kingkong

** created by Fawwaz
Tokyo, March 11, 2006.

Fawwaz enjoys math in a quite unique way. With his simple way of think, he plays with numbers.

One day he said, "Mom, I was born when you were 27 years old, right?"

"Yup", I said.

He was trying to figure out something in his mind and come up with an unexpected idea: "Can I race your age. Let say, if I am 8 years old, and you are 35 years old, is it possible to multiply my age so the gap between your age and mine, would be little bit smaller?"

"What for? It`s impossible of course."

"How about Dad?"

"Still impossible."

"But look Mom, in the age of 35 you are 155 cm tall, and look at me, in the age of 8, I am 127 cm tall. Isn`t it look weird, anyway?"

"Why?"

"I am sure that I will be taller than you, someday.."

"But it doesnt mean you have to be older than me.."

He were not satisfied with my argument and kept thinking.

"Well,　so do you know how many feet am I? Do you know how many pounds am I...?", he said after finsihing his thought.

(I am not good at math, how can I convert cms to feet, kgs to pounds in a second?)

"Why don`t we look at Google, let`s find an automatic metric conversion..." I suggested.

"You see.... you are older than me, you are taller than me, so you must be smarter, right? Why you don`t know the answer, Mom?"

(I looked at him seriously, hoping he would not launch another striking question but hit the search button on Google...)

A conversation at 6.30 am, Feb 15. 2006

Fawwaz: "Good morning, Mom!"

Me: "Good morning, sweet heart. Did you have a good sleep?"

Fawwaz: "You know what? Yesterday I won the Japanese Language Competition. I was number one, and then Dila number two."

Me: "Wow, that`s great. I`m proud of you, darling.."

(Fawwaz was busy showing his presents: a donald duck toy, a doraemon funny speakers, Japanese books, snacks and bites)

Fawwaz: "You know what? I didn`t win in English Singing Competition last week. Puteri did. Now, I win the Japanese Competition. So, I think...life is quite fair, so far...."

Me: (laughing)

Fawwaz: "And you know what? I showed my best yesterday because you were not there to watch me. Thanks God you were in the office. I think I am always nervous if you are about to watch my performance! Isn`t it right. Mom?"

Me: (stop laughing and no comment)

And they live happily ever after, Mommy
why can`t we, why can`t we?

A story by Fawwaz Naufal Farid

Once upon a time there was a Professor name Cert.
The Professor invited a family to go back in time and he would give a present for whoever could capture a giant claw. So the gang went back in time.
Professor Cert said “bye-bye” and the gang went back in time.
The gang had just reached the Cretaceous Period and then they saw the Dinosaurs.
They had not seen a giant claw but the T-rex is going to swallow them up.
So the gang had just found the giant claw but the T-rex was going to swallow them up.
The gang quickly went back to the lab and got the present.

That is the end of the story.

(Idea and Story by Fawwaz Naufal Farid
Edited by Lily Yulianti)


“Mom…do you mind if Maliki stays with us?”

Of course, Mom will only see one child in this house: me. Maliki is invisible. He is my imaginary friend. He was born in the republic of my head. His is 7 years old, just like me.
(page 1)


***

Maliki always travels to Iraq. Maliki told me that in Iraq he met children who lost their parents, brothers and sisters, homes, and schools.

Maliki has built imaginary schools and playgrounds for Iraqi children. Unfortunately, his imaginary soldiers that he sent to stop the war were not strong enough. That is why war still goes on there.
(page2)

***

He comes to my house quite often. We love to play pillow fights. If I have my breakfast or lunch, he sits in front of me, and also having his imaginary breakfast or lunch.

If I go to school, Maliki goes back to Iraq. He has a magic power from the republic of my head. Sometimes he spends one or two weeks in Iraq if he sees more children lost their parents, brothers and sisters, homes, and schools.
(page3)
***

One day Maliki told me, he is going to have a holiday in France.

“When?” I asked him.

“Next week. This is just a short holiday. I want to have some fun there.”

A week later Maliki came back from French. Maliki said he loves Paris. He went to Eifeel Tower, one of my favorite towers in my encyclopedia book. He had lots of fun there. But he does not want to stay there, he goes back to Iraq to meet and play with his friends. He brought hundreds of toys for Iraqi children.
(page4)

***

“Where is Maliki?” asked Mom one day.

“Oh, he is still very busy in Iraq. He told me, he flies here and there to give toys to the children,” I replied.

Maliki will visit me in Tokyo, and we are going to make more toys using his power from the republic of my head. More toys, more joys for every child in Iraq.
(page5)

Kami bersiap tidur. Tidak ada dongeng malam ini, tapi Fawwaz berkata:
"Mum, look! I can see myself in your eyes. Can you see yourself in my eyes? Look, Mum...look at yourself in my eyes..."

Lalu ia mengucapkan doa tidur.

Di usia delapan tahun, Fawwaz menyatakan banyak keinginan: bila kelak berusia 19 tahun, ia ingin sekolah di Amerika. Saat saya tanya alasannya, logika kanak-kanaknya mengundang senyum: Amerika paling banyak disebut di berita dunia dan ia ingin menghentikan ambisi Bush menguasai dunia. Bila telah dewasa ia ingin tinggal di Vancouver. Alasannya, di internet ia membaca bahwa kota ini adalah "the most liveable city in the world". Tapi yang membuat saya bingung akhir-akhir ini adalah cita-citanya menjadi penyihir. Di Amazon Book ia menemukan buku berjudul "How to be a Wizard" dan sekali lagi keluguan kanak-kanaknya meyakini penyihir adalah pekerjaan yang mulia. Bayangkan, katanya, "Saya bisa menyihir Bunda menjadi orang yang paling pintar dunia, jadi semua pertanyaan saya tidak lagi dijawab dengan, "coba lihat di google atau wikipedia". Saya juga bisa menyihir semua orang di dunia hidup bahagia, tidak ada yang lapar, tidak ada yang sakit, tidak ada yang berkelahi."

Fawwaz sudah selesai ujian. Hasilnya pun telah dibagikan pada hari terakhir ujian pada hari Jumat kemarin. Sebagai orang tua, saya belajar untuk tidak menanyakan angka ujiannya terlebih dahulu, tapi meminta Fawwaz bercerita bagaimana proses ujiannya dan kesulitan apa yang dialaminya. Angka yang diperoleh Fawwaz akan menjadi indikator bagi gurunya untuk mengetahui seberapa jauh pemahaman Fawwaz terhadap pelajaran. Tapi bagi saya sebagai orangtua, proses yang dialami Fawwaz untuk mencapai angka itu, jauh lebih penting untuk diungkapkan. Bila di suatu mata pejalaran Fawwaz mendapat nilai bagus, saya menanyakan apakah ia sangat meminati pelajaran itu sehingga bisa mengerjakannya dengan mudah. Sebaliknya, bila di suatu pelajaran nilainya pas-pasan, Fawwaz tidak akan takut menceritakan persoalan yang dihadapinya dalam menjawab soal, sebab ia tahu, saya, Bundanya tidak akan menjatuhkan vonis apapun, selain memberikan sebentuk apresiasi atas usaha terbaik yang telah dilakukannya.

Fawwaz akan ulangan semester mulai tanggal 12 Desember. Ia cukup percaya diri dengan pelajaran Matematika, Bahasa Jepang, Sains, dan Olahraga, dan Iqra. Tapi ia mengaku kesulitan dengan Bahasa Indonesia, karena ia masih berjuang bisa menguasai bahasa ini dengan baik.