"Go around the mad world by mad cycle!"

I post it in english because I hope the man that I telling about, read and understand how proud me of him! :glasses: But before, I'm sorry about my English. I am still beginner... :D

This afternoon in all of darkness of my heart, I try to forget my bad felling by run out from reality and sink in to illusion world of cyber. Then, I asked to Mr.Google about BANGKINANG BLOGGER. It gave me the result about 3,650 articles for bangkinang blogger. (0.28 seconds). I take my mouse and over one by one the result. And I was surprise when I saw an English Blog which tell about Pekanbaru and Bukittinggi. Guess what ?? An Oxford Blogger is the admin !!!

He wrote about his great journey to Australia, overland as much as possible, setting off from Oxford in May 2007. What a great experience! He passed England, France, Switzerland, Liechtenstein, Austria, Slovakia, Ukraine, Moldova, Romania, Bulgaria, Turkey, Iran, U.A.E., Oman,India, Nepal, Bangladesh, Myanmar, Thailand, (North) Laos, Cambodia,Thailand, (South)Malaysia, and Singapore right know he is being in Indonesia and going to East Timor, Australia.

This journal about passed the world, feel every land, touch every reins, innocent passage, culture and habitual passage, nature lover and everything that he felt. All greatness of god is packaging in simple and light words but full of message in every sentences. My favorite One :

The brief description I gave the Indonesian people in the previous post was wrong. I wrote that the night I arrived from Singapore, I didn't really want to be there, so I made my judgement way too early, I was wrong. The people here are lovely, all too willing to smile, wave or call out "Hello Mister", or "Hello my friend". When I stop they are always interested in me, happy for a chat, wanting to know where I am from, where I am going, though with my map most of the time I haven't got a clue.

I don't know why this mad man do this crazy tour! But I know he loved peace and nature so much. I am fans of him. Loved him so much. Right now, hard to find someone like him. Leave all richness, joyful life and go back to mother nature. He is the mad man who passed this mad world by mad cycle.

John Harwood, you are great!!! I really proud of you...

I hope one day I can meet you and chat as like as old friend.

I'll follow your struggle in this chaos era, but not by cycling as like as you did. May be in another way...

"This is his blog URL : http://cyclingtoaustralia.blogspot.com/"

Is it possible that we (his choir of old age members) are not great (hebat), very great?
Is it possible that all of you are not great, very great?
Is it possible that His creation is not great, very great?
If The Creator of all these creations were not super-super great?

To you who are aged, you certainly could improve yourself and even may surpass us.
To you who are young, don’t take us as example but perform your concert as twice as great as is ours now.

That was his written address in the Bahasa to the audience in a church in Jakarta.

Sure, I think, but most of us don’t believe or don’t know, how splendid, magnificent we are equipped, of what we can achieve which is almost unbelievable. That’s why we often don’t attain, reach what we’re capable of. And I remember Opa Johan who still was able to bicycle some 50 Km in old age.

July 2008

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Now you can read our posts in english. Just look for the link on the sidebar or click here. We´ll try and keep it up to date to the portuguese version. And, by the way, Quintal means Backyard, as you´ll read on the first post Welcome to Quintal.

The url is http://nossoquintal.wordpress.com

Como eu havia dito no post anterior, temos diversas novidades. Uma delas, vai ao ar hoje. É uma versão do blog em inglês, para nossos companheiros de planeta que não falam português. Dessa maneira, mais gente pode ter acesso ao que temos a dizer e têm a chance de discutir soluções. O link é nossoquintal.wordpress.com.

Essa iniciativa não seria possível sem nossa nova colaboradora, a Vivi, que vai traduzir os posts conforme eles forem saindo em português. Se mais alguém quiser ajudar, será bem-vindo também.

Ps.: E o legal de escrever em inglês é que Quintal não tem feminino ou masculino.

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Foto cortesia de Max "Mad Scientist" Molyneux via Flickr.

Pak Arif watched a little girl in a restaurant who enjoyed looking closely at her self in the mirror, tossed her hair backwards, turned her head this way, that way for a long time. “What a ‘Miss Vain’.” But then he whispered to me. “I myself am just as vain as she is as I exert a lot, perhaps even more to heighten my inner appearance no one could ever know. Ha, ha, ha.”

July 2008

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• ENGLISH VERSION information
• short VIDEO and microdocumentaries shot in Valsaviore and environs.
• AUDIO files to download for mp3 players
• tourism, art, culture, nature and so on (SITE MAP)
• old and fresh IMAGES
• a BLOG with news and thoughts
• something ABOUT me

New photo with new spirit… the devilQueen was back!!! So thanks for some1 who has captured it without any permission before from me. Then I just remade it in some spots. U can also see it in my Friendster acc. Just click here http://www.friendster.com/cewebali

I was practicing an oriental health exercise by walking barefooted on “planted” stones in Monas Park. As I lay down on the stones on my back to have my back also “massaged” on the stones, I got a new, wonderful view of the trees with their branches, leaves as something of a beautiful silhouette painting, embroidery against the clear sky. I never observed in that way before and I thought that it would be wonderful to have my bed in the garden and view the trees, the stars, the moon and clouds. As I turned and lay down on my side, I saw the people exercising, walking without feet as though gliding on air. How wonderful. Viewing the world in this way, in a lying down position was new to me.

Viewing from above on a plane I saw the clouds beneath me as wonderful giant icebergs or an enchanted city or country as in the tales of Thousand And One Night.

I saw, felt the beauty of spring when the Mahogany artistically was sprouting new leaves, as delicate as a Chinese painting of plum blossoms in winter, yet without being in Europe in spring. And I thought of flower arranging. But this was by Nature’s hand. I remember the exquisite beauty of the blimbing with hundreds of red tiny flowers perching on her stem and branches. And a branch with blossoms of the Lamtoro tree, so fine, so “fragile” with hovering little bees on its woolen-like small round flowers was as seeing a paradise in the air. Not to say of seeing a paradise in a flowering coconut tree from close by, or a paradise in the showers of blossoms of the King-palm tree or the showers of red-, white-, black-colored berries of the Buni tree.

And just before my feet there was a paradise in the water, formed by a rivulet. Wide, clear and very shallow, so that each grain of sand could be seen, little water palms here and there and the grass half under water and a bit fresh green of algae and an only little fish, the Kepala Timah, Cupang, Beunteur, and there was a blue damselfly perching still on a grass leaf rising from the water or hovering still in the air. And the water further flowing imperceptible, silently, endlessly into a streamlet again to new paradises. How live that water was as compared to water from our taps, fountains or swimming pools.

Then, I saw another paradise in the distance. How green the paddy as a giant carpet, the tall trees surrounding it. How fine to walk, how cool is Nature’s park. And I thought of Adam and Eve wandering beneath the trees, enjoying the streamlets, the fruits, hearing the same birds, feeling the same cool air, wind, seeing the same sun, stars, moon, clouds as happy, delighted, enraptured as I am now.

I’m so grateful as I could see, find a paradise just before my eyes, my feet without searching for a Paradise to the end of the world. I could find a paradise anywhere.

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The Big 8 Pledge

What’s the G 8 pledge to cut green house gas emissions in half by 2050 when they’re already dead?
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What A Joy

When we were children, we begin the day with picking “kenari” fruits. There’s an aged woman, who begins the day with picking sweet smelling “Melati” flowers.

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Oh, what a lot, what a riches, I, we’ve gained! At least a better, stronger voice.

I’ve not just enjoyed music by hearing it perfect on CD or live in a concert hall, but performed it myself together with my choir and but an electronic organ in place of an orchestra, yet enjoyed it even more though imperfect. Analyzing the musical score revealing the harmony, its beauty and enjoy it.

As when I think of us who are now about 60 – 80 years of age, starting to exercise and sing eight years before with almost no formal musical education and singing lessons.

Just think of such beautiful songs of “God So Loved The World” of Stainer, “The Divine Redeemer” of Gounod, or “Wie Der Hirsch Schreit Nach Frischem Wasser” of Mendelsohn. We even took the courage to sing though but some numbers of the “St. John’s Passion” of Bach, “Die Jahreszeiten” of Haydn. “Die Zauberflote” of Mozart. It took us months to master just one of it but we willingly, patiently exercised which gave us hours of joy, excitement and happiness. How we loved the songs, as I remember some 150 pieces, each one beautiful, unforgettable. How I, we, even enjoyed the charming “50 Lecons De Chant” of Concone. Am I ever so grateful to the composers. So he said to me.

Remember, this is Indonesian English.

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Ya. Ane’ dapat satu cakram kilat (FlashDisk) dengan daya tampung 1Gb alias satu gajah bengkak dari British Council hasil ketak-ketik sepenuh hati.

Lumayan, dengan pengumuman itu, Ane’ bisa jadi seleb gadungan dalam beberapa hari.  :mrgreen:

Sedangkan hadiahnya, 1 Gajah bengkak bisa ane’ gunakan sebagai penampung sementara data-data gak jelas, yang kalau dibuang, sayang.

Semoga saja selain cakram kilat, hadiah PDA (Perabot Data Ane’) bisa juga digondol dalam rangka kompetisi blog yang sama. Ah, ngareppp..!

Terima kasih British Council..!

:D

Ayo kita ngeblog...!

Plus & Minus

Solomon had a lot of pluses that favored him. He was a king, handsome, young, rich, intelligent, wise. He certainly would be loved, liked especially by women because of his pluses. But suppose he became poor, sick, a prisoner, perhaps he would be left alone as what was liked, loved of him were his pluses.

A vagrant, has a lot of minuses. He is poor, dirty, not handsome, has no proper education, has his home and sleeps under a bridge. Who would have him as a friend, like or marry him? But if there was one who still would like or love him then he certainly must have some thing very good, special, at least recognize him as a human being, not observed, seen by others. And I think of Subandrio who had so many minuses as he was prisoner with a death sentence, shunned by the community and old, yet was chosen among all men by a loving woman to be her husband. That would be an invaluable credit to them as they were loved, liked despite so many minuses.

Suppose there was a painting with a plus of being extraordinary costly. Than there’s no credit to the painting as the owner treasures it because it was of a high money value. When it’s value drops, he might throw it away. And so is a flower, a fruit, a job, a sport, a hobby, … with many pluses. When the pluses fall so will their eagerness for it, also fall, drop, flop, then leave it, stop, throw or go away.

That’s the drawback, disadvantage, weakness behind a lot of pluses as it was pursued because of the pluses, on the other hand, there’s the advantage, strength behind many minuses since it was pursued, achieved despite the minuses. A man with a big minus of being blind could still “see”, read and write.

Remember, this is a cricket’s way of thinking, feeling. I wish you could also feel, what, how a cricket feels, thinks, but I doubt it. Well, anyway, one day you’ll certainly find it yourself.

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*When you hear a joke, a language centre on the left side of your brain makes sense of the words, then sends the message across to the right side of the brain. There, the right frontal cortex delves into regions - Including those that store emotions and social memories, then shuffles the information until it clicks and you get the joke. Next, a structure deep in the brain pumps out dopamine, a "reward system" chemical that makes you feel good, and a primitive region near the base of your skull makes you laugh.

*Humour, it turns out, is a whole brain experience, with networks of brain parts - call them "humour muscles" - passing signals quickly and effieciently to help us get a joke.

*Humour can tune our minds, help us learn, and keep us mentally loose, limber and creative. Humour can also loosen up our minds, allowing us to play around with ideas and be more creative.

*By enjoying humour, playing and exploring, we can better understand ourselves, others and the world we live in.

*written by Dan Ferber (Reader's Digest)

“Oh, oh, how it hurts” said Opa Johan’s wife.

“Do you think that only your rheumatism is hurting? Tooth-ache is not less hurting. Only you haven’t ever experienced it.” said her husband. “Well, choose an ache that’s nicest if there was one, stomach-ache, head-ache? Is there an ache which is not hurting, torturing?”

“Those women who practice their morning health exercises look so very healthy. They probably are seldom ill. “It’s true that good health is invaluable, money can’t buy as people say.” so said his wife.

“Oh, don’t be mistaken. Anyhow, it doesn’t assure, secure one to be invulnerable to illnesses, sickness, decease. Sure, they are healthy, but they have other ailments which we don’t see, hear. They don’t walk limping as you do, their feet are not swollen, their body temperature not high, their voice not hoarse, don’t cough or lying ill in bed.

“But their ailments could be an empty purse, heart-ache, jealousy, cheated, tricked, pursued by debts, which are not less pain-, hurtful Suppose then, at that time - don’t be angry, this is only ‘if’’ – if I run away with … ,” he whispered, “wouldn’t you be very, very hurt for days, weeks, you hardly could sleep, eat? What’s the pain of your rheumatism? Almost nothing.” he comforted.

“The nicest ache, - just guess - is ‘love-ache’, you little fool. Ha, ha, ha.” as he kissed her.

Augustus 2000

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Suppose there was no good, kind person to deliver us such a phone call, we wouldn’t have this headache of torturing ourselves to visit and say our condolences, wearing a sad, sorrowful face, sit, looking as though lost for a very long time. When one wants to be good, visit him or her when he/she was still alive and healthy, not when he/she has passed away.

How could I ever feel sorry, when I almost never saw him. It was different when Foxy died. I, we, our family mourned silently. We missed her as she was so very near, so dear to us. Every day I embraced her and she slept with me, even more than a human being. Why couldn’t we, the whole world silently sorrow as when Princess Diana died without having to visit her?

Suppose one of our loved ones passes away, I wont have an ad about it or trouble my self to inform my people as they never could feel, imagine such a loss. No consoling, comforting words, sermon whatever could efface this. Moreover, I certainly couldn’t stand seeing people acting, feigning to be very sad.

For a loved one there’s no compulsion. We come willingly without having to say “We’re so Sorry”. No one needs to know it. So comments si upik when she got a phone call telling her, some uncle passed away.

Foxy was buried in our garden. So she’s still near us. Si upik silently wept, cleaned the earth of fallen leaves, planted some plants and laid some flowers on her grave.

May 2000

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Yasunari Kawabata (Mishima's former mentor), 1968 Noble Prize, once said that he did not deserve to be awarded with the aforementioned prize if Mishima was still alive, by reading this book anyone can agree with his honorable judgment.

Saya Lie Tje Djen, seorang pria warganegara Indonesia keturunan Cina telah menemukan obat pembunuh penyakit HIV-AIDS, dan obat pembunuh penyakit TUMORS-CANCER.

Obat-obat ini bersifat mematikan penyakit-penyakit tersebut dalam waktu yang sangat singkat, 14 hari, atau bahkan hanya 5 hari (dalam dosis yang lebih tinggi).

It is medicine, it is not remedy.

Farmasi yang berniat membeli “temuan baru obat” ini dapat menghubungi saya or my daughter : Grace Anggraini.

Name : Grace Anggraini (English and Indonesian language)

Phone : 0812 27 111055

Email : grace_lie19@yahoo.co.id

Name : Lie Tje Djen (Indonesian language).

Office : 21 Brigjen Katamso Street, Yogyakarta, Indonesia.

Phone : 08122987844.

Email : hiv_tumors_etc@yahoo.com

Residence : KM 7 Godean Street.

Gesikan, Sidoaraum, Godean, Sleman, Yogyakarta, Indonesia.

I am Lie Tje Djen, an Indonesian citizen man, who has discovered medi

cations that will eradicate HIV-AIDS and eliminate TUMORS-CANCER.

These medications show incications that they eradicate these diseases in an extremely short time of 14 days, or even in five days (with higher doses)even in high level stadium.

As long as the medicine have been sold and producted by the buyer, everybody may come for the treatment to me as free.

Aid will be stopped as soon if this medicine have sold and producted by the buyer.

Pharmaceutical companies interested in my discoveries can contact me or my daughter, Grace Anggraini.

Name : Grace Anggraini (English and Indonesian language)

Phone : 0812 27 111055

Email : grace_lie19@yahoo.co.id

Name : Lie Tje Djen (Indonesian language).

Office : 21 Brigjen Katamso Street, Yogyakarta, Indonesia.

Phone : 08122987844.

Email : hiv_tumors_etc@yahoo.com

Residence : KM 7 Godean Street.

Gesikan, Sidoaraum, Godean, Sleman, Yogyakarta, Indonesia.

It would be better when the demonstrators don’t plant paddy on the high-road in front of the United Nations head office in Jakarta, to be covered by the press, TV, and seen, by the United Nations and the whole world. Instead, not to plant just once but many times by going down the villages, rice fields, giving aid, information, … to farmers. That would be welcomed like a blessing, though not seen or praised by the people or the world.

Sure, a good man on the contrary covers his goodness, his merits, his concern, knowledge, accomplishments, his aid, donation, to his neighbor, as he would be ashamed of himself lest he should do this for show. He follows his own heart’s dictates, conscience, instead of blindly obeying ethical teachings. As a firefly, he carries his own light, religion in his heart.

So comments someone when he saw demonstrators plant paddy in Jl. Husni Thamrin in the news papers.

From Suara Karya,, January 21, 1999

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“Why? Our ministers were answering in the English language as questioned by foreign reporters. Their specialties are financing, economics, banking not fluent English. And they were questioned so rudely as though to interrogate someone at fault during the press conference on the 3rd agreement with the IMF.” So said si Upik indignantly when she saw this on TV.

“What if we reverse and question them rudely in fluent Indonesian while they’re so polite to answer, though in broken Indonesian? How would that feel?”

“Well, shouldn’t we be proud of to speak Indonesian? Let them learn the Bahasa or have a translator do this for them. Why be ashamed, feel inferior if one doesn’t speak English very well or doesn’t want to speak in English? Would we ‘dollar-ize’ English as the dollar?”

“No. We are dollar-izing, … eh, English-ing Indonesia, ha, ha, ha.” si Buyung jested.

“I imagine that Francoise Mitterrand, Helmut Kohl, Hashimoto, Yeltsin, Li Peng, certainly are capable of English but perhaps prefer to speak in their own mother tongue. During a U.N. Conference, delegates of different countries could have their speeches in their own language. It isn’t degrading the speaker or his country. I think that there are a lot of good, valuable works on science, art, business, trade, travel originating in many foreign countries.” said si Buyung.

“So, have the best, most valuable works translated from foreign languages into Indonesian for our own good, advantage, interests as soon as possible. The whole world would then be eager to learn Indonesian. What an honor. Ha, ha, ha.” si Upik clapped her hands.

“It’s a shame when we become so foreign-minded that we are as though foreigners in our own country.”

From Bisnis Indonesia May 2, 1998

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Unyielding, her life was so invaluable, Terri Schiavo was kept alive for fifteen years while she had but little/no chance to live. In the Iraq war, not only one, but hundreds, thousands of healthy, happy people, very eager to live, were killed, maimed or wounded on purpose as though worthless among the warring, quarreling nations.

April 2005

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What would you choose, a grain of corn or a Mercedes were there nothing else in the world?

Humor

Humor is just tickling someone in his insides.

My Photo?

Why? Do you want to see my photo? Do you want to see a scarecrow?

Becoming Wiser

Becoming wiser is just to unlearn all the nonsense, foolishness, stupidity that is praised as wisdom to trick you into believing it.

On Followers

He who follows a “Christ” doesn’t follow his own heart’s dictates, conscience. He is only good, virtuous, upright, loves his neighbors on order, as is prescribed. (Remember, this is cricket’s philosophy. Just take it with a grain of salt)

A Chapter In The Bible

I have similar thoughts. Why should Moses, Job, David, Paul, … be privileged to represent God’s word? Why couldn’t I also have a chapter in the Bible? Ha, ha.

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Home

A fish, home in the water.
A professor, home in his subject.
Adam, home where Eve is.
A mother, home where her children are.
My dog, home where I am.
I myself, home in my home page.
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What Is Beautiful, What Is Ugly?

A pigeon baby chick is awfully ugly, yet the parent birds regard her as the most beautiful.
A cock is fairer than a chicken hen, yet he doesn’t choose a cock but the “uglier” hen.
There is the lovely lotus flower, yet the dirty mud had nurtured her. And in the moon light, an “ugly” frog on one of its leaves was watching over her, heightening her exquisite, delicate beauty.

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Not even live, but watching the match on TV after knowing that Croat was beaten by Turkey in the European Cup 2008 was stirring, as though I were a God knowing beforehand of what was fated, what was in store for them.. To pity, to have compassion for the players and thousands Croatians who cheered and rejoiced, with their first goal not knowing that they were to cry. While seeing Turkey and their supporters under tremendous pressure and anxiety, not knowing that they were to rejoice. Isn’t it fortunate that the Gods do not reveal to us, who would be weeping and who would be laughing hereafter? What do you think? So said Pak Arif to me.

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Isn’t it a joy, a happiness, a heavenly gift, to be earthly-bound?

Be attached to my dog, my cat, my fighting cock,
Be attached to my choir, an old servant, a food stall vendor,
Be bound to my bed, my home, the environment, my country, my people,
Forgetting myself in a hobby, my “art”, my “philosophy”,
A mother, child-bound,
I, myself a man, bound to you MM, a woman and vice-versa
And to hunger, to thirst
After enjoyment, warmth, love and freedom
And all wishes, longings of being human
And all the dear things that bind, draw us to the earth.

Should I choose the happiness of being freed of desires, wishes, suffering, As is the sage, the wise or those in Nirvana?

I don’t repent the suffering that accompanies it.
Buda forgive me my foolishness.

1975

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"Ulicami Japonii"

Niniejsza wystawa stara się przybliżyć codzienne życie w Japonii. Ukazuje nowoczesną tętniącą życiem metropolię obok tradycyjnych, pełnych spokoju świątyń. W tym kraju sprzeczności nawet eteryczne kwiaty wiśni oszalały i lgną do wszechobecnych kabli. Ludzie po godzinach pracy zmieniają stonowane mundurki na barwne kimona i pędzą na jeden z licznych festiwali.

Wszystkie zdjęcia zostały wykonane w marcu 2008.

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Believe me or not but we are organizing a photo exhibition. Our pics will be available from 20th June in one of Warsaw city center pubs Razzmatazz.

"Streets of Japan"

This exhibition is focused on everyday life in Japan. It shows modern full of life metropoly in contast with peaceful traditional temples. In this country of contradictions even subtle flowers of sakura seek the spirit within surroundings of electric cables. After working hours people change their grey uniforms to colourful kimono and rush to one of street festivals.

All photos were taken in March 2008.