Praise The Lord, Halleluya

Praise The Lord, Halleluja

“May I have all your sekoteng (gingerly warm drink) left?” So asked Opa Johan’s wife.

“Sure, good job, go ahead my dear little fool. Praise The Lord, Halleluja. Amen. Ha, ha.”

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May 2012

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Puji Tuhan, Haleluya

Puji Tuhan, Haleluya

“Boleh ik abisin sisa  jij punya sekoteng?” Begitu tanya istri Pak Johan.

“Tentu, Puji Tuhan, Haleluya. Amin. Ha, ha.”

May 2012

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That’s A Kiss

That’s A Kiss

“As my wife was cutting my hair so conscientiously, looking closely, her face so temptingly near, then I suddenly kiss her. Ha.ha. What’s a kiss were it offered freely? Were I to cut her hair, I’d kiss her till I’m worn out as she’s without her defences.” So said Opa Johan.

“When after my choir’s singing, some woman listener suddenly nears, without saying a word kisses me, that’s a kiss from her heart. What’s a thousand thanks, a deafening applause, standing ovation?” So said the Choir Conductor.

“Receiving something which is really good, beautiful, is invaluable, unforgettable, not to be paid with all the money, the gold in the world. That’s like receiving a kiss in one’s soul.” So thinks Pak Arif.

May 2012

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Opa Johan Comments On My Writing

Opa Johan Comments On My Writing

 “When Mr Chew speaks of “Hail To Freedom Of Speech”, then be sure it is a warning to be prepared to read something you don’t like, something that’s counter the public’s conviction, opinion, your belief. So don’t read it. Ha, ha.”

“When he talks about “you think you’re a genius“ he has the story of the “scholar and the boatman in mind.” *

 

*There is a story of Rumi about a scholar who was reading a book when he crossed the river with a boat.

“Have you ever read Omar Khayam’s book?” asked the scholar to the boatman.

“No, Sir, I cannot read nor write.”

“Well, than you waste the time of your life, because you cannot enjoy the great pieces of Omar Khayam, Shakespeare or Goethe.” said the scholar.

Soon the weather was getting cloudy and the wind blew very hard.

“Can you swim?” asked the boatman.

“No,” he said. “Well, your knowledge, status and life are useless because there will be a storm.”

The illiterate boatman was safe because he could swim.

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Why Is She So Beautiful?

Why Is She So Beautiful?

“Why is she so beautiful?”

“?”

“I’m a man, you dear little fool. Ha.ha.” So said Opa Johan to his wife.

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May 2012

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Rate Your Self

Rate Your Self

In the near future there will be no examinations anymore. Anyone could learn, teach himself and rate himself through the internet. Who then wants a Master’s, a PhD degree?

The exam questions could be found in the internet. The candidate, there are no barriers of education, of gender, of age, of place, of time, … anyone can answer the questions; given a limited time. Then he could see the right answers, know what’s right, wrong to his answers and so rate himself. Private. No one knowing his rating.

Knowing that you rate high you certainly are proud and you eagerly want that the whole world know this but when your rating is poor you don’t want anyone to know it. That’s just plain knowing one’s self, common sense, not psychology.

When you think you’re a genius, then you should, could compete openly, not so much as designing the most ingenious, prestigious bridges, ships, fastest jets, that’s nothing, but designing a modern space city, a deep ocean city, a deep underground city, clone creatures that are extinct and bring them, the mammoth, dinosaur, … back to life and be the champion in the world, watched on the internet as the Olympic Games on TV.

That’s a challenge, that would be really great, really a feat which is not impossible in the future. Stephen Hawking even asserts that it is theoretically possible to travel in time, to the future or the past.

May 2012

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Woman Dalang Singing

Woman Dalang Singing

And there’s the woman dalang (puppeteer), Ny. Kenuk, conducting the gamelan (Javanese orchestra) with her knocking stick: tock, tock, …, enchanting the wayangs or puppets to life, singing so beautiful. I couldn’t follow her narration as I haven’t mastered the Javanese language, yet it was so captivating. Imagine, it’s something as a puppet opera and this shortened version staged in the wayang museum takes 4 hours, the real show staged in the open air could hold the common folk the whole night.

My pocket camera couldn’t capture a sharp picture of her and the puppets, but most important is, I got her singing, the gamelan playing. Where should I start recording, where should I end?

I felt she sings as beautiful as wellknown professional opera artists singing in a concert hall or bewitching as a Lorelei. Just hear her and the gamelan, (see You Tube, chewginhoa, woman dalang singing). It is sad when the traditional wayang show will be forgotten, lost. So said the Choir Conductor.

May 2012

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Beauty In The Dark

Just As A Little Candle

“I saw a mother fashionably dressed went out of her house, a mansion with two little children stepping into the Mercedes. I imagined her husband who was driving the car, to be a very wealthy man that he could win her, the children perhaps, were taught in an international school. That certainly was his pride, his success. I picture myself a cold welcome awaiting me if I ever visited her in shorts on a bike, ha, ha. Then another man and another woman some thirty years ago came to my mind.” Opa Johan said to his wife.

“I went in. It was dark in the little room and sat before a desk before the man who was in charge to provide for my new identity card and I filled in our family data as we moved in to another house. He doesn’t seem to be very healthy.”

“After having finished my papers I turned home and was struck as his wife entered, a beautiful angel with a lovely voice. As a little candle her appearance suddenly lit up the room, the life of this man. How happy, how rich he must be with such a good angel beside him as he could never afford to ‘buy’ himself such a lovely creature and provide a mansion for her.”

“How loving she must be to love that man despite such poor living conditions. Which man would you choose?” he whispered.

There was a silence.

“Me! Dear little fool.”

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Musing On My Blog Followers, Comments, …

Musing On My Blog Followers, Comments, …

Suppose I have many blog followers, comments, those who like my posts. I then in turn visit their blogs. It takes me at least one hour of just one blogger, would I see and read it well, still I haven’t seen, read them all. And there are many bloggers still left, I can’t read them all.

Imagine, how many “thanks”, answers, should I write? When I don’t succeed to do so, let this then be my “thanks” for visiting, liking, following, commenting on, my blog.

Were it only just one visitor, even though just one post he/she really liked, loved, am I oh so happy, grateful. That’s my heavenly reward.

May 2012

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Jij Umpetin Ya


Jij Umpetin Ya

“Jij taro di mana ik punya kue? Jij umpetin ya, takut ik abisin?” kata Pak Johan pada istrinya pura-pura marah, engga melihat kue itu yang pas di depan matanya di lemari es sambil menahan tawanya yang mau meledak.

Humor adalah menggelitik seseorang di dalamnya.

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April 2012

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