I'll Choose You

I’ll Choose You

"I’ll choose you who have no friends as my friend. I’ll be your boyfriend, the oldest boyfriend ever. This is what I’ll write in face book.” So said Opa Johan to his wife.

“Aren’t you proud of your good, descent, faithful husband who doesn’t hide this from you,? You owe me a kiss, a loan, you, little fool should pay me, as my reward.”                

March 2013

Praise To Myself

Praise To Myself

To My Dear followers and likers:

What I can’t grasp is, that you, with so magnificent achievements, as world travellers, photographers, as scientists, artists, poets, philosopher, who so very far surpass, outshine me could ever still like my simple thoughts, simple philosophy, simple pictures, simple music, simple adventures, simple English, simple language, simple Home Page, simple ... the men, still like, the women, so feminine, so warm, so dear, would kiss me. You, everyone, the whole world, all are very extraordinary, special, except me.

But I’m special too, you know? For I am the only one who is not special. So, I’m extraordinary, not common, while you all, I would whisper it, are very ordinary, common, you, my dear little fool(s). Ha. Ha.

February 2013

I Challenge you

I Challenge You

You should beat me in happiness, joy and loving, I Challenge you.

So said Opa Johan to his sons, daughter and grand children.

 

February 2013

Whose Is This?

Whose Is This?

Every one is of him, herself. It is their fundamental right. Yet, “I’m yours” a lover says.

A lover would ask:

“Whose nose is this?” pointing to her nose.

“Yours.”

“These Cheeks?”

“Yours.”

 “These lips, hands, ...?”

 “Yours, yours, yours, yours, yours, ... I’m yours.”

Something like that I remember was in an Indonesian Film. So beautiful, so wise.

So, when a lover doesn’t love you anymore, he or she would stop  giving her, himself to each other. It’s their right. They can’t talk, tease each other anymore and might leave each other.

You have no right on a woman or a mother, unless she herself gladly, happily gives herself to you.

February 2013

 

How Wonderful To Be Able To Stand, Walk, ...

How Wonderful To Be Able To Stand, Walk, ...

What you’ll never know before, since there’s almost no man would ever tell you, how he feels, but I will tell you of  the difficulties I encounter in old age: my feebleness, dizziness, stumbling in the dark, wobbly walking on my hurting legs, lose my balance when I step down in a faint light, ...

You don’t, can’t see, feel, imagine this. While I still have a fairly good sight. I still read without glasses, I was a runner, marathoner before and still travel some 50 km on my bike, you know? I can still step up or step down from the right or the left, and I think I can bike with my hands up in the air but I can’t afford myself to fall now. I don’t believe you can.

And now I wondered, realized, how wonderful it was to be able to stand, to walk, to run, to jump, to bike, ... and keep your balance. Did that ever occur to you?

But I wont, refuse to let me down. I still exercise walking with hurting legs. When I can’t walk anymore, will I bike as biking doesn’t hurt my legs and exercise to maintain my health.

I am still a smart boaster, so be you aware of me, even more courages and as young as ever, i.e. capable of loving. Ha.Ha.

That’s what Opa Johan told me.

February 2013

What's Nine Billion Dollars?

What’s Nine Billion Dollars?

Wow, if counted one by one with a speed of a fourth of a second, it would take us about 75 years counting, that is to say non-stop, 24 hours a day without sleep and other activities.

 

Were it connected, each dollar note with one another in a row, it would reach nearing 2 million Km or a journey of 450 times around the world.

 

If packed of 100 banknotes one upon the other, it would be more than 10 Mount Everest high.

 

Provided, were I not very wrong in calculating this. So said someone.

 

Opa Johan comments:

 

Oh, it’s only nine billion US Dollars that’s in question about our late President Suharto, moreover not yet proved to be so before the court.

 

It can never buy one’s peace, health, happiness, love, isn’t it? Besides, if we compare it with the atrocities, million murders, crimes of war.

 

Well such huge crimes are well worth questioning.

 

December 2010

 

February 2013

I Don't Need Publish My Thoughts In A Respectable Book Anymore

I Don’t Need Publish My Thoughts In A Respectable Book Anymore

I always wanted to publish my thoughts one day, you know? At least I would print and publish it myself. But today, - yet am I not yet a century old to wait that long, Ha. Ha. -, I don’t need to publish my thoughts in a respectable book anymore. It would be wasting so much paper, ink, space, communication, money, work and what not.

Then it dawned on me that my thoughts wouldn't become greater were it even printed in gold, included in the Bible, read by kings and presidents, neither lesser were it written just on wrapping paper or in a simple blog as it is now. Just for you to read, as long as you aren’t reluctant, averse, yet gladly visit my humble home ... page, am I happy, proud. What a revelation.

 

February 2013

Praise To My i Pad, You Tube, Word Press And Blogger

Praise To My i Pad, You Tube, Word Press And Blogger

I just saw dew drops on fallen leaves so wonderful like tiny suns, diamonds on it. I took my i Pad as not to lose this moment to capture it. But I didn't get the diamonds, yet captured these beautiful stray leaves. I never thought it was that wonderful also.

Yet, were you to look closer, you could see, find them, these diamonds, ... in your imagination my dear little fools. Except you have no imagination. Ha. Ha. Am I happy, lucky to capture this.

My I Pad recorded it, I uploaded it to You Tube who stabilized and improved its color. Word Press and Blogger serves it to you.

 

 

February 2013

To My Dear Followers And Likers

To My Dear Followers And Likers

I’m grateful that you still follow, ‘like’ me despite I don’t return a ‘follow’ or a ‘like’ on your posts or even say ‘thank you’ or ‘Hello’. You didn’t oblige me anything, I would kiss you.

 

February 2013

A Pastor's Irreligious Thoughts

A Pastor's Irreligious Thoughts

 

Can I love my neighbours, behave well, be good, not sin, ... on order, on command? Never, except I wanted it myself, or force me, otherwise am I  an unashamed hypocrite.

 

How can I love someone I do not love? 

 

February 2013

This Is Ade, My Little Star

This Is Ade, My Little Star

“I don’t know whether I can sing,” she said, “my heart is so  heavy.”

She just had lost her son. Murdered. And she sang, but it was not a song but became a prayer, though she doesn’t know the words as it was a Latin text, she didn’t know how to sing technically well and fearlessly braved to sing the long, difficult, highest note in the last part of her song. I’m lucky, happy I could save this recording.

So e mailed the choir conductor to his sister in the Netherlands.

She replied:

Ze zingt het de hemel in, haar zoon achterna. Je kan je ogen gewoon bijna niet droog houden.

Translated: She sings it, after her son into heaven. You almost can’t keep your eyes dry.

And this is Celine Dion who is visited by nearly two million visitors in You Tube, while his Ade sings Ave Maria so moving, so warm, so dear, so precious, ... - except, or you have no heart -, yet almost unknown.

 

Valuations change, things remain the same. Were it beautiful it will always remain beautiful, were it ugly it would always remain ugly, well known or unknown, loved or not loved, today or tomorrow, ... and forever. 

 

 

February 2013

Don't You Be Jealous

Don’t You Be Jealous

I had one photo of my girlfriend when I was a boy in my purse, note book and now when I’m a grand-granddad, I’ve got a lot of lovely girlfriends in my home page, despite I’m a married man. I am growing younger and younger than ever, you know? Don’t you be jealous Mr. Chew. Ha. Ha.

So said Opa Johan.

February 2013

Love Should Be Obvious

Love Should Be Obvious

Did you know why Opa Johan teased,  ridiculed his wife and me?

Love should be recognized, felt, known, be obvious as your dog's, without saying “I love you, or you mother, or you father, or you brother, or you sister, or you son, or you daughter,"  he argued. And he teased his wife as “you, little fool”, instead of saying “my darling, my sweetheart”. That’s his cuddle, fondle name for her. He would never acknowledge, admit that he loves her.

He also would never acknowledge, he would deny he liked my thoughts, that’s why he ridiculed me, the scoundrel. Ha. Ha.

 

February 2013

Did That Ever Occur To You?

Did That Ever Occur To You?

To visit or receive visitors, what torture, suffering to keep someone company, when you have nothing to talk about, did that ever occur to you? Except it were your lover, then you can’t stop talking.

What a joy it is now, as I have a home page. That’s my home where I feel really like home. What I want to say, to have my say is, is there.

How dear you are, my followers who visit me and keep silent, you likers, especially you, my faithful likers, instead of you visiting, intruding into my real home. Ha. Ha.

That means I’m freed from having to keep up appearances, entertain you. Thank God. 

You’re so real, so near, though I don’t really see you, though you are so far. Isn’t that wonderful?

It’s you, dear creatures, who follow, like, love me, I’m gladly writing, talking to.

 

February 2013

 

You Are My Dear Little Fool

??? Am I?

Yes, you are.

February 2013

I Was Prepared To Be Disappointed

I Was Prepared To Be Disappointed

I was prepared, willing to be disappointed but I’m surprised, you are even lovelier than in your photos. What a revelation.

So said Opa Johan to his girlfriend.

February 2013

Opa Johan Comments My Writings

Opa Johan Comments My Writings

Mr. Chew,-  he is a big fool - wrote:

"I don’t care to ever win a grand Prize For Literature as long as I can win a prize in a reader’s heart.”

That was because he hadn’t got five stars, not even won one star, not to mention winning a grand Prize For Literature. Sour Grapes. God bless him. Ha. Ha.

February 2013

Opa Johan's Special Birthday Present

Opa Johan’s Special Birthday Present

Just guess, what’s so nice, so special when we were watching the musical play.

... ?

It’s not the play, I didn’t care for the play but that’s you sitting beside me,  eating together unnoticed, - there were no spectators behind us, beside us – eating your biscuits, silently in the dark but unfortunately, I forgot to steal me a kiss. Ha. Ha.

This was my special birthday present, more than a picnic, more than young lovers dining in a five star restaurant, you little fool?

That was what Opa Johan told his wife.

Did you know what ‘opa’ means? ‘Granddad’, but he could be a ‘grand-granddad’ by now. They were as young as ever, sitting, eating together just some biscuits secretly, - what a joy it was to have no one other to share - in a dark corner of the theatre? That was like heaven.

February 2013

"Frgive Me", That's Too Nothing

“Forgive Me”, That’s Too Nothing

Blame, curse, punish, hate me to get even were that what I deserve, rather than apologize, ask pardon, saying I’m sorry, God forgive me; for my wrong, fault, mistake, offence, misbehavior, sins ... That’s too easy, too nothing and NB, without feeling really sorry, unless I’m a polished, shrewd, huge, scoundrel – that’s the joy for Indonesians to write bad English without permission, being punished and being unintelligible, you know? - or, I have no honor. So said Pak Arif.

 

February 2013