There are three permanent occupants of my desk. Apple, apple and apple. Everything else is not always there, but these apple are. A powerbook G4 12″, a Powermac dual-processor G4 (+ 20″ screen), and a granny smith. Cannot survive my day without the trio.
Somehow apples are just embedded in my life. My mom told me that when she was pregnant of me, she ate a lot of apples (simanalagi, local ones — in Indonesia), which wasn’t something she did when she had my siblings. Why? My mom said she was inspired by a true story of a certain computer scientist whose mom had been eating many apples during her pregnancy. So, she thought apples would make a smart baby boy (yes, boy! ugh) who would become a famous computer scientist. I don’t know where did she get the story. The only apple-computer story I know is the story of Alan Turing, a computer scientist who committed suicide by eating a cyanided green apple!

Anyway, I wasn’t a boy and didn’t become a computer scientist. But hey, apples are good for my hair! I’d never worry about getting bald! I was born with so much hair (too much, really) — which my mom assumed it was an apples’ driven blessing!
When I was a kid, there were times when I had stomach problems and I would only eat apples. Everytime I got ill, my mom came home with apel kaki lima (five-legs apple, huh?).

I guess I stopped eating apples when I was adult. Then I came to the Netherlands and I started to get to know Oma Smit a.k.a. Granny Smith! Kecutnya passss deh! So, I’ve been eating one-two green apples — only Granny Smith — everyday, in the last four years or so.
Oh yeah, one of my kid songs I used to sing was like this: “Apple-angi Apple-angi…. alangkah indahmu” (sorry, only Indonesian speakers understand this).

Three apples a day keep insanity away….