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If you are not Indonesian then you might not understand the meaning of it.

If you are Indonesian but you share the same value with them then you might be offended. Then again, that is if you could possibly understand the meaning of it.

And for the rest of you out there. This is a simple truth.

Forestry

My trip to Green Canyon, Pangandaran was continued with a forestry. No, it is not the science of developing, caring for, or cultivating forests. Although it was indeed an act of developing, caring for and cultivating forests. It was forest trekking. Yay!!!

Go Green!

“Americans have their Grand Canyon, here, we have Green Canyon!”

That was the tag line of almost every tour guide who promoted Green Canyon. It caught my attention. Of course! I had always been wanting to see Grand Canyon. Since it was not possible in near future, so I was considering visiting this so-called Green Canyon.

And, I did. I joined a backpacking trip to this place. The pack leader was Leo. I knew him from my last backpacking trip to Biawak Island. That’s another story that you can check here.

There were 18 of us waiting at the meeting point on Friday night. The traffic was crazy. As always! But the atmosphere was enthusiastic. There were actually other backpacking group at the same meeting point. They were going to Garut. So, we had to part with them at 10.30 PM. We were lucky that the mini bus we were going to use had broken down. Because in exchange, they gave us 2 mini vans that gave us more space inside since we were about to have a quite long trip in the van.

When strangers are better than friends

Yesterday, we were strangers.

Today, we are strange friends!

I am missing my friends. A HEAP! …I am missing one, in particular. I miss squandering time talking nonsense and filling the air with laughters. I miss making stupid and reckless decisions running away from reality. I miss sharing happiness and sadness with you as you share your happiness and sadness with me. I miss us, sharing our dreams and dreaming together. I guess growing up cost a lot. And it costs you. That is when strangers are better than friends.

Photos? Botos!

I love photos. They can take me around the world and beyond. They can even bring me up to the sky where dreams are built. But I am not a good photographer. I own a canon. But I use it rarely.

Until one day, I stumbled on this web, PhotoBotos.com. They promised me one amazing photo everyday. And so far, they haven’t break their promise.

It has always been my dream to travel around the world to marvel on God’s greatest work of hand. And photobotos with all talented contributing photographers, in a sense, help me to get a glimpse of my dreams.

They took me to China.

Ten Words, Two Stones, Three Truths

“Run, John, run the law commands,
But gives me neither feet nor hands;
Far better news the gospel brings:
It bids me fly; it gives me wings.”

I was late today. And it was raining. I felt so cold. But one thing for sure, I should not be not on the best seat for my favorite speaker. I understood that there was nothing in this life that will last forever, not even a good preacher. So, I intended to make every minutes counted. So, I boldly moved to the front seat sitting there alone and cold.  Thank goodness, as the sermon was delivered, a group of New Zealanders sat on my row. Now, that will help to ease this coldness. I can be more relaxed in enjoying today. It was all about the ten commandments.

As every good Bible teacher would do, he expectedly open his preach with something catchy. Well, he opened the sermon with a song, kiddy song, the ten commandments. It was a warm breeze to this cold sanctuary, where we can witness the sincerity of children singing for God. And I learnt it as quickly as I could. 

The capital letter b

for boring. or bored. or boredom.

Lately I feel bored with my life. Not that I don’t want to live anymore, but there must be something wrong with my life and I have to do something about it. I don’t know what. My life is okay. I am just one of those so called underpaid white collar worker, teacher. I wake up early in the morning, get my breakfast ready, teach from 7-3, hit the gym, do my laundry, stretch my legs, play my ipad, view some TV shows and sleep. On fridays I go to my Father’s home, stay there for the weekend or go out to meet some gangs, go to church on Sunday and get ready for the coming week. I have been doing this for the past 2 years. Before that I was a bit respected as a principal, where when I was bored, I can take a leave and go for short vacation. Teachers don’t have that privileges.

look around

if you want to know what kind of person you are look around you and you will see your own definition.

Lately i have been wondering about how others perceive me. Because some time ago, I had this person looked at me as if I was not I. And who are you to define that I was not I am.

I am not a rich person.

down the via dolorosa, my God…

It was my hand that did the sin. Then it was Jesus’ hands that were nailed.

It was my my mind that thought of sinful desires. Yet it was Jesus’ head that was crowned thorn.

It was my feet that walk to sinful place. And it was Jesus’ feet that were pierced to the cross.

 

Hugo

“Listen to me! Please! Please! Listen to me! You don’t understand! You have to let me go! I don’t understand, why my father died! Why I’m alone! This is my only chance, to work. You should understand!”

126 minutes movie, and 15 seconds scene sum it up. That was it. That was the moment when you held you breath and sank into a truth that a good movie delivered. A moment where I can identify myself with the character. A moment  where I blended in. Indeed, what Hugo just said was something that we all wanted to shout out. That I wanted to shout out. I really do not understand. I don’t understand why my mum died. I don’t understand why I am alone. And so many “I don’t understand” that I want to shout out. Unfortunately, I am not sure whether I understand how I should “work”. I cannot confidently continue my “I don’t understand” sentences with Hugo’s “This is my only chance to work.” And that brings me a deep sigh. Those are questions answered only through death.