Half past dead rolex

i wrote this on the 9 April 2007.....

I have a rolex from singapour. it only cost about one hundred singapurean dollars. it was my dads but now its broken. it was just lying on the table and no one used it. so i used it for my self. it tels the wrong time, you cannot adjust it. i used it any way. it is diffiuclt to tell the time but it can help abit.

The rolex does not need bateries, it is mechanic, and uses kenetic energy that is energy from movements. if you dont move it will not tick. it used to be water proof but since it is broken it is no longer water proof. the watch will malfunction when there it is wet especially from the rain. but when it is dry it will work again.

If you have a watch that is broken wuold you still wear it even if it is half past dead?

If it still can move and show and un accurate time i would but what about you?

This is my home - a tent at my backyard

This is some to wrote on the April 09, 2007...... itis just a relfection of one part of my life. there are still others...

This is my home - a tent at my backyard. it cost only Rp.460.000. it fits two people. it is better than home it is portable and it is weather proof. i don't know if it can battle against the rain or a blizzard or even a strong wind. i bought it a day after i was paid working for an international NGO named VSO, a NGO concerning food sovereignty. they pay me rp300.000 a day for 5 days. ever since i bought this tent i have never slept in my own room. since Ramadan i have never slept in my own room, i always sleep in the the living room or in the Musola at the back of my home. this is a start to have a independent life. we must use the things that are round us and utilize the things that are not used. the only thing the back yard is used for is gardening and now i will make it my room in sleeping here as many nights as possible.

why would i choose the sleep in a tent outside than to sleep in my room?
this is a basic and straight forward answer it is to feel how are the victims of the Jogja earthquake is living in a tent. the important thing is that this will make me more appreciate the my home, my room and the place i live in.

what happens if it rains?
if it rain then i will understand the suffering that the victims of the earth quake are feeling. i will feel the cold, i will feel the rain, i will feel also sick that people are sleeping in a nice warm house, where are some part of society in pain. there need to changes. if you are not the victims then you dont understand.

can you live in a house that is still in dept?
i bought this tent with my own money, i paid it cash. it is a honest pay for four day work. the place i sleep is a reflection of my financial position. i can only buy a tent so i buy a tent, if a could by a house i will by a house if i could by a gubuk then i will buy a gubuk. but if i have to purchase it credit then this is a part of dishonesty because actually i cant buy it but then i buy it with credit. other people will see me with a new house, they will think i am rich but actually i am rich in dept. they dont know that this house is purchase by credit. which one is more respected a man that buy a house on credit but cannot pay the debt or a person who buys a tent in cash? the person who buys a tent in cash is the one telling the truth to society, people would not consider he is rich, the opinion of society is formed by the material possession. they do not consider whether it is cash or credit, they just know they have a big house or a small tent.

Hello my name is Mujiburrahman and I am from Jogjakarta

I try to make a difference in society by being different, by being unique by being myself.
if you say who am i?

i can say i am a student from FH UGM and FE UII, i can say im a debater, and adjudicator, a high school debating trainer, or you can say i am a friend of a friend, a lover, a leader, a class friend, a reader, a writer, a biker, a hiker, a camper, a public speaker, a brother, a son. this list can go for ever. each person is unique in each way, the best way to be self is to understand who you are, what you want to be and not what other people want you to be.

my life is about being responsible for my actions
my life is about making choices and facing the consequences
my life is about what is important and what is not
my life is about helping other that are in need
my life is about being independent
my life is not buying any new clothing to follow the fashion and trends
my life is try to be simple
my life is try to fast one day and not the other
my life is about honest to your self
my life is about the last ten days of Ramadan in the mosque
my life is not buying new clothing for idul fitri
my life i try not to think a birthday is important.
my is trying be more than you can be
my life is trying to break the limit of your self capabilities
my life is trying to be the best i can be
my life is not about winning or loosing but it is about learning
my life is now a tent at my back yard
my life is about having dreams and die trying to reach them
my life is praying for my self and for others

that is basic part of me, there are more, and many other problems being faced and ways i tried to solve them. i am not the best of humans but i hope that people are can learn from my mistakes.

My fashion is 70% discount

I am a hunter… I hunt fashion at a discount… my target is 70% discount…

My fashion is comfortable at a reasonable price

My fashion is from the reject bin clothing with defects or some too big super size which needs to be modified with tailors touch

Something that no one buys because it is probably ugly and unusual or it have been touch a million times but not bought

My fashion is something you will see in one place and not others

My fashion is something you will see at one time and next time is no longer there

I choose mossy oak apparel as my fashion…

It is company based in Atlanta, region renown for its hunting

Outsourcing its manufacturing to Indonesia.. country renown for its cheep labor and famous for its labor intensive textile industry one of which is PT Mahesa Niaga Jaya, mossy oaks partner

So what I’m wearing is a reject.. Something below standard.. Failed the export quality test..

Probably not the finest workmanship and not even use the best quality of materials for the production..

It should be sold in US dollars but I buy it with Rupiyah. It should be $42.00 but it was sold in Indonesia for Rp 88.000 and I buy thing on a discount on a 70% so its Rp 26.400 So it turns out its about $ 3.00 … very cheep.

This is probably the reason why friends at works say I am half Javanese, I am half Chinese and finally half Jewish

even if my math is wrong that calculation makes me 1.5 person..

you can conclude that I’m super human or stupid?

so how can price reduce drastically? Easy… it’s going out of business.. Liquidating..

it is all about the timing.. hunting is about timing… it is about waiting.. for that perfect time..

and when that times come you do your action…

I have waited and the time has come… when stock well factory store on Jl Adisucipto 163 Yogyakarta will be closed forever. on the 10 March 2008.. Its on a Monday..

They have been here 5 years.. but they no longer stay.. and that is life.. you may come and you may go..

You may be welcome to enter but at the end you are forced out.

I have an obsession with the out doors.. it is not just a passion but it is part of me..

I picture my self to be in the woods and in the wild me verse nature..

I picture my self to be in the ocean and waves me verse the storm..

I picture my self to be in the sky flying and touching the clouds me verse gravity..

I feel that my life is a competition

Not just a competition between people but a competition with everything else

So I’m practicing all the time.. and I’m training all the time . .

I don’t have a coach but I believe I still can win… I rely on experience as my teacher

I have 5 mossy oak apparel .. from dark green, light green, cream ..

It reflects the color of nature.. the color of the forest… that is were I am right now..

And that is me.. and my fashion 70% discount …

The land of the second hand smokers

Indonesia….Bumi nusatara hector is tobacco fields and cloves plantion

An engine of the countries economy…..Significant tax income from cigarettes

Absorbing labor intensive work…The medicine for a depressed economy and a threat to health

I am just a second hand smoker

I breathe in the smoke exhale from others

It is free smoke.. To add to the smoke coming from the exhaust pipes from cars..

Additional smoke from gas emission for power generators to light up the night

We are a country which is tolerant

A country too tolerant

We tolerate a 32 years of dictatorship, we tolerate a blind person as president, a women as president, soldier scientist and engineers as presidents

If you could tolerate our leaders and all their weakness then we can tolerate the smoke from other people’s cigarette

If we could tolerate that then we can tolerate the annual Indonesian forest fires, floods, land slides which are all man made disasters.

From the history of Javanese culture tolerance is one core value being uphold

Javanese culture is flow from animism and dynamism to Hindu Buddha then Islam. Then probably liberal or Christian or Dews in the next forms developments

Javanese culture is all mix together in one blender

In India when Buddha spread it teachings.. it was a banned and prohibited religion because there was major contradiction between the two teachings…

But not for Indonesia it was one we found the similarities and stood by them..

It created no problems. That is Indonesia; contradiction is not regards as a problem but a contradiction is regarded a part of being diverse.

That is probably the meaning for being tolerant .. if that is the case then

Being the second of smoker is a sign of a tolerant country

It is a sign of a passive country…

A country still finding its identity

My Jeans from Junior High (2)

I remember Perth, I remember buy it it with my mother, I remember it was on sale, I remember it was blue, I remember it was too large.. I remember it was it was baggy

I remember buying a blue shirt as well.. and I remember buying a jacket a blue jacket for my father and a cream color jacket for me.. I remember it was made in china .

I remember a lot from my past

Now I am not is Perth but I am in Indonesia.. now I don’t buy things with my mother but now with my friends, now I still buy things which is on sale and discount to about 70%

Now, my jean in no longer blue it is white or cream color or very light blue.. it has holes on both sides the left is small and the right is large.. the small hole is caused by a fishing hook stuck in my jeans when fishing in the harbor in Fremantle on a Friday night

At the bottom of the jeans near the angels is all frilly and feeling groovy

Now it is a bit small now it is a bit tight for some times it was used by my brother .. but when it started to fall apart .. my brother stop using it.. so I used it again

I still have the jacket.. but only the blue jacket which was indent to be used by my dad.. but since the jacket was not used then I just used it.. it was dark blue but now the blue as faded because it has been washed 1000 times…

My white jacket is no longer with me.. it is with a good friend right now. I have gave it to him on 26 may 2005 when the earth quake disaster.... but last time I heard from him he had an accident in the on his motor bike and broker his arms or shoulders but I don’t know the details..

I still have the blue shirt it is long sleeves but now it is small and the color is falling a part..

What have you leant from what you wear? What have you learnt from your fashion? What have you learnt form your style?

There is a story behind every thing that you ware… it is a part of you … but it is just the cover...

Don’t judge a book by it cover…

I have learnt to use what is not being used by others and give when other are in need..

my jeans from junior high school

it is my jeans

it is blue

it is from junior high school

registration identification number

this is my number..

it is not my name..

it is just numbers...

mobi is just a name...

it could change... you can call me a different name...

do you know who i am ? i want to know who am i?

trying to find my identity.. searching for my indenity..

but not the registration indentification number..

buckle up for safty

people need to feel safe and secure...

that is why i buckle up for safty

it keeps me from flying out of my seat...

crashing in to the window.. and breaking my nose..

Learning To Let Go....

it happend in a second... it was fast... it needed a quick decision..

it stood by me 8 years.. a long time.. a good struggle.. good memories... a good ride..

honda impressa 2000... sold .. moji is gone with the wind

it has gone the distances.. and now it as gone from me....

i have to live... without a motorbike.. and that is my choice and im moving on...

moving for grater things... moving ahead... moving to create change..

im learning to let go..

not really sad... and a bit empty... my life will go on....

Journey through the fog: the uncertainties in life

being born into the world is being born into a world of uncertainty..

so people ... people like me and you... are living in a world of uncertainty...

uncertainty because of the fog... it disturb our vision... it make us short sighted.. may be only 5 meters ahead.. and if the fog is really bad maybe we just 1 m ahead..

the orginal vw does not have a fog lights... it just have ordinary head lights and signal lights..

but due to the conditions that we live in a world of fog... the a fog light will not reduce the fog .. but reduce the accidents.. and crashes that might occur...

just make decision.... to make things certain..

modify the vw bumper so a fog light can stand.. head on verse the fog...

make a decision and stand up to fight the against the world of uncertainties...

the tree and moji

the tree of life...

the leaves of life..

the branches of life..

the roots of life...

the fruits of life..

my life is a tree.. it have roots which is deep down in the soil... it have roots deep down in the earth... it is my charater... it is my personality.. it is who is am.. it is my past.. it is what i have learnt... it is my heart and what a feel... it is my head my thinking .. and what i have done with my life.. my roots are beneth the surface.. underground.. unsean... something that i feel and something in my head...

it have branches .. which try to reach the skies... it have branches to try to touch the moon... it my dreams it is my ambitions... it is my choices... it is my alternative.. it is my plan b.... it is my anticipation for the future... it is what i want in life... it my direction in the sky..

it have leaves in my life.. to cool me down.. to make me calm.. to escape the heat... my leaves is not for myself but also for others... to control my emotions... desires.. and wants.. it is my fast... one day fast and the other not... it calms me down... it makes we aware of what are my needs in life.. it is about taking control of your body... it is about dictating what your body can endure.. it is about constant effort.... to restrain your self... it is self control .. it is self discipline... to change the world you need to be able to change your self... to change your self you need to be able to control your life...

to control your life... it needs full awareness.. it needs high motivation dan dedication..
if you suceed... then you will become an influence for others... it enough to influence the poeple around you... influence through action... not just influence through words...but your goals is just to influence your self.. your goals is to improve your self.. and let other learn from your actions..
and let other learn from your change... let other learn from your improvements...

my leaves is a shelter from the rain... from the storm to keep me dry... not only from the heat but also from the water..... we can't control the rain... we can't prevent a storm... but we can prepare for rain... and shelter for the storm... there are many things that you can't control in life... but you can control how you react to them.. but you can control your attitudes towards the storm.. you can control your behavoir when it rains...

my friend have shouted out to the world..

"while we may not be able to control all that happens to us, we can control what happens inside us..."benjamin franklin""

it is important to understand this...

the fruits of my life.... the results... the achievements.. to me that is not important..

to me it is the process

what have you done with time...? what was the process...? how was the journey? and not what is the destination?

one chinese proveb " i have fallen 7 times and stood up 8"

to be finally standing you need to fall... and that is the process... for any process you will feel the fruits... the sweet or sour...

a fruitfull process or the fruitless process...

if you have tried ... it is enough... if you try again it better

and if you keep on trying then you diserve to pick the fruits from the tree

just keep on trying untill you die... even though maybe in this life time you did not taste the fruits...

let other learn from your effort.. let other learns from your struggle.. let other learn from your motivation.. let others feel your pain... and the mistakes you have made.. to stand up tall and continue to work hard... and reach your dreams...

the important thing here is that

you leave foot prints in the sands of time...

and when your tired .. let moji do the walking..

let moji do the traveling...

this story is started about the tree... and ended with moji...

the tree and moji..

The marginalized temple

I have been to the furthest beeches in DIY

and now my journey to the furthest temple.. in DIY situated in Candirejo, Semin, Gunung Kidul

it is a budhist temple... a temple in ruins.. surrounded by a 1 m tall green and rusty barb wire fences on the top of a hill side..

the enterance welcomes a Awalokiteswara Statue with a small hand shovel on its shoulders

one that is left on by the locals for farming.. or something

it is the most isolated temple... not isolated by people but isolated by it religiuos meaning..

isolated by other temples.. by other places of the budhist worship...

seems strange . . . what happended to the budhits population in that village? how communities change... from a budhist community .. and a temple in ruins as place for worship and now 10 meters from the temple is a church a big church... surrounded by the christian community

that is history.. history changes and history is dynamic..

marginalized and isolated.. candirejo..

efforts has been taken to restore the borobudur, pawon and mendut temples but no efforts have been there to restore candirejo... they are both buddhist temples.. the difference is the distance..

pawon and mendut are just 2 km from the borobudur temple whereas candirejo is more than 60 km.. to the far east and north of gunung kidul..

distance causes lack of attention.. this is the problems that we face in the world..

the buddhist cailendra dynasties starting from ...

Bhanu (752-775) Wisnu (775-782 ) Indra (782-812) Samaratungga (812-833) Pramodhawardhani (833-856) Balaputradewa (833-850)

the dynasties rise and the dyansities ended... great monuments are made and other temples are forgeten...

that is life

it is about rising and it is about falling..

it is clear when temples are being forgoten by the world... being forgotten by history

it is not taken care of.. it is just a list in the government achive of temples in Indonesia

no pictures no stories no effort... nothing being learnt... just a green rusty fence...

the forgotten temples.. the marginalized temples are temples with trees are growing on top of it..

you have coconut trees, hard wood timber, guava tree, pepaya fruit tree ... no longer a sacred place... nothing special about it.. nothing amazing..

time distort things... make things loose it meaning...

this temple have lost the war verse time... time was this temple enemy..

i want to make sure that time is not my enemy but time is my friend..

patients is my friend... time will enrich someones charater

and time will build stronger relationships.. there will always be ups dan down...

there will always be the hole in the road or even temples which are cumbles in ruins..

time will make people older but it makes them mature...

time will give experience and with time you can learn..

my time will not be the forgotten temple...

my time will not be the marginalized temple..

my time will not be the isolated temple.....

my time would be a detailed relief of my life engraved on the walls of time..

and not an empty picture on a white canvas frame..

my time would be my meaning...

Introduction to BikePacking

Me..

My Bike

My Pack

a short intro on bikepakcing

my life my adventure

Welcome to Pain....

i have not kick anyone

i have not pucnhed anyone..

i have not bruised anyone..

i have not pushed any one..

i have not broken anyones bones...

i have not made anyone loose their sight... or hearining...

i have not made any one become paralized...

i have not made any one bleed.. or die

but i still hurt the people around me..

but i still create pains in other peoples lives..

but i still make people cry...

not because im physically violent... but im verbally voilent...

some things i say hurt others... some things i say is inappropiate..

i just say the wrong things at the wrong time...

that is my mistake and that is solely my fault...

i am the person to blame... and let that be the burden that i carry in my life...

sticks and stones will brake my bones but word will never hurt me..

i believe that is a lie....

words hurt more than a broken nose...

words is more painful than black eye..

my silence would be the end of my pain

my fast would be the end of my hurt.....

i may have to bleed for the better...

and let my tears dry up in the sand...

your understanding should not be something i demand....

but your trust to endeavor my pain...

welcome to kansas: welcome to my world of pain

Im just an idiot inside..

some how i have sticker in the rear hood of my car.. which state that "warning idiot inside"

if im driving then it would think that this would be suitable with me.. an idiot..

or some one dangerous behind the wheels.. Why? there is a big chance that i will crash into you... why basically because i can't really drive a car... and secondly i don't have a drivers liscence to to prove that i can actaully drive...

that is one reason why i buy a car.. so i can drive a car.. i will only drive my own car.. with my own hard work..

if i used some one elses car or my parents car.. if i crash.. the blame will be on me..

but if i crash my own car then... i would just repair it if i have the money...

if not then i would ride around jogja with a dent here and a scratch there...

i am a person that is not afraid about my appearence... probally that is why i am an idiot..

and probally that is my character.. proablly that is my statement..

probally then next reason im an idoit is why buy a car.. which is too old..

prone to disaster and break down.. needs repair here and there...

may be the fuel is not efficient...

and waste your money... and any way at that time i did not have that much money...

im an idiot because im taking a chance and im taking a risk...

may be i did not calcualted the every single detail... about buying a car.. or choosing a vw...

but i just made up my mind.. said yes... and did everything that i can do..

everything was spontaniuos .. .. everything was fast... you can't just sit still and say that everything will be alright.. you need to do something about it...

i did something.. which i thought is right...

probally it is not the best decision but it is my decision... and i am responsible for my actions..

and if that is wrong that means i am really an idiot..

and if im right then im probably the smart person inside..