Nothing To Be Proud Of

Nothing To Be Proud Of

Nothing to be proud of, there’s no joy, shooting (with a camera) a bird in a cage, to fish in your aquarium.

January 2011

"I'm Your's" A Lover Says

“I’m Your’s” A Lover Says

“I’m your’s” a lover says, not “You’re mine.”

January 2011

So Discreet Our Indonesian People

So Discreet Our Indonesian People

As far as I know of, no real Indonesian would ever say “I love you”. It sounds so unashamed, so rude as though one’s  love that’s so subtly shown, expressed, - kiss, fondle with the eyes, with words, ... is not enough but has to be declared openly, to be convincing, believed. We’re so discreet and never really kiss each other than when in private, no one could see, disturb us.

In public women now kiss each other when meeting or leaving each other but that’s not a kiss. It’s cold devoid of love.

In former times they greet with reaching both hands, the “salam”,

to each   other.

To kiss, embrace our child, baby, our mother, our father, our dog

warmly,   lovingly, that’s a real  kiss. 

A woman kissing a woman is nothing at all. There’s no man would ever

kiss a man unless he is not a man.

January 2011

Don't You Ever Become A Decrepit Old Woman Before Twenty

Don’t You Ever Become A Decrepit Old Woman Before Twenty

“Sure, from the outside may I look like an old man, a scarecrow but from the inside am I a young man and am still growing younger. Don’t you ever become a decrepit old woman before twenty. Ha, Ha.”

That’s what Opa Johan said to his 17 year grand daughter while he is almost 82 years.

January 2011

What's So Praiseworthy Of Our Indonesian People

What’s So Praiseworthy Of Our Indonesian People

Once a mother with her baby, boldly, recklessly climbs up into an overcrowded train while she stood about a meter below the entrance as that was her last chance, the last “boat”, train, to save her to return back home.

“Look the train is empty”, says a passenger gladly, happily pointing to the people still standing, walking in the train  while there’s no empty seat anymore. When he sadly, mournfully says “the train is overcrowded” that means he and his wife have to climb up to the train’s roof. While a wealthy woman comments “It’s nice to live in Pondok Indah suburbs but  I can’t stand the many traffic jams on the road to my office in central Jakarta and the train is always overcrowded with filthy people and dirty.

Imagine our people travelling in  overcrowded trains for almost two hours when there’s no toilet.   

January 2012

Something Special In Bogor Botanical Gardens

Something Special In Bogor Botanical Gardens

Bogor Botanical Gardens is a paradise, too many to mention all the beautiful sights, wonders. I especially capture, mention one, an unnoticed beautiful thing there is:  i.e. Decent visitors that don’t leave their spoils, dirts behind  as in Monas Park.

Monas Park is a garbage park after every holiday.

December 2011

Does It Prove?

Does It Prove?

Does it prove that when someone gets half a million viewers visiting his blog, his videos in You Tube in a month and I, me but 20 viewers that his is worth 25 thousend times more than mine?  So I comfort myself.

December 2011