locking it up... vw central lock. .

it is a 1973 vw ... central lock.. super beatle..

it only has two doors not it not really central...

there are some things to be kept inside...

there are some things to be kept to your self..

there are parts that should not be made public..

there things that are secret, confidential and out of limits..

each and everyone of us has a central lock... to keep others out.. and determine who can come in...

be selective... be open... have a crieteria.. and you can still make mistakes..

i make mistakes in my life...

i tell the truth ... but the truth hurts..

i am just quiet ... but then people think i'm lying...

i admit the mistakes i have done... and i know what are my mistakes...

what i hide is not to hurt you.... but the fact that im hidding is hurting you...

that is life... deciding what you hide... and deciding what you open up to the world and others...

there is no right or wrong... there is just decision that you make and the consequences..

i make my decisions and i make my mistakes....

but the important thing is that i learn from my mistakes...

may be a central lock is not what i need..

i probally don't even needs doors...

let me feel the air flowing around me.. im nothing to hide... or hidding everying... or everything in the middle...

i have made my decision . . .

and make my hands do all the talking now...

because my mouth... is getting me into trouble at times....

so my actions speak louder than my words....

4 wheels for a good year...

wheels in motion... an invention that is beneficial to man..

wheels beneficial in my life... it is my means of transport

it is my way to get around

it is my motion to reach my destination..
i know that wheels can't make me fly.. to fly in need wings..

and i know that these wheels can't make me sail the seven oceans .. to float i need a ship or boat..

a car.. which can fly.. a car which can float.. is something out of the ordinary..

these wheels make me down to earth.. these wheels slap me back to reality..

these wheels pull me back when when I'm high..

these wheels pull me in when I'm sinking..

4 good year tyres 13 or 12 inch i forget... not the original tyres.. the rim or the velg or the wheel is also not the orginal it is the standard japanese model..

a spare typre and wheel in the trunk but the size is wrong.. 16 inch.. i think and racing velg.. so it will not do much to help... if my wheels are punctured..

a flat tyre.. a nail in the road.. everyone must face and anticipate..

everyones journey have a twist and turns ..

everyones journey will have there ups and downs ..

everyones journey will have a hole in the road or a nail. .

these can slow you down.. these can stop your motion..

these can make you hopeless, desprate and impatient...

many things will try to stop you ... many things will make you unfocus

may things will become a obsticle

many things will try to destroy you and brake you down

don't fear what can go wrong in your life.. don't fear that your tyres will be punctured by a nail..

don't fear to go up hill.. or to drive through a river in a flood...

i believe we should battle it out verse the storm...

i believe we should do it head on..

i believe we should clash with any obsticles in our destination.. and deal with it..

i believe when we fall we should stand up again and fight.. we can walk but i choose to run..

i believe when you are hospitalize you should feel more alive.. and healthy

i believe when you are blind you should believe that you can actually see

i believe that when you are deaf you should believe that you can actually hear..

i believe that when you have no legs, you should believe that you can actual walk..

i believe that when you can not fly... you should believe that everyone has wings to make them fly...

great thing happens when you have limitation..

heros are made through the ability to do great things with the little amount of resources that they have...

david versus goliah... size does not matter...

victory are there for those who tried.. for those who do not fear failure.. for those who give it there best... victory comes at a sacrifice.. and my sacrifce is my life

heros are not rich but they are rich in charater..

heros are not professors but they read all nessecary detail in the world..

heros are not speciallist or expert ... but they contribute to humanity

hores are not super human .. but they are normal people just doing there best..

hores are not perfect .. . . but they do know their weaknesses and their strengths..

start small but aim big....

i am not a hero... i am not super human . . . i can not create significant change in the world.. i cannot make everyone in the world happy.. i don't have the solutions to all the problems in the world..

I'm just a traveler .. and im finding where is my place in the world...

I'm just a student . . and im learning from my experince in life..

I'm just a servent . . and im trying to serve others..

I'm just a begger .. and im begging to God that my prayers are answered...

I'm just me . . . with all of my limitations

i am my self when i am walking ..

i am my self when i am riding my .. bicycle..

i am my self when i am on my motor bike..

and finally i am my self when im driving my 1973 vw super beatle...

that is me.. accept me for who i am and not who you want me to be..

i will do my best . . . to be a better man..

Something to hold on to..

moving left to right.. going up or down...

you need something to hold on to...

My 1973 1303 vw super beetle... have something for me to hold on to..when im sitting at the back..

it should be both the left and right side.. but the left side is missing..

at least i have one.. but it is falling apart.. so needs a little fixing but ti would be fine..

my thing can change in your life . . . but the important things should be the same.. that is you are there to help another.. and not yourself..

the world is not just about you but it is about how you help others..

you need some that you can hold on to.. you need some one that you can trust..

when your down you need some one to pull you up..

and when your high some one needs to pull you down back to reality..

you know you have weeknesses..

that is why you need some one to cover up your weekness..

i believe i have found something to hold on to..

and im sharing it with you..

The weight of the world is on your shoulders..

some times you feel in life that weight of the world is on you shoulders

some times you feel that every thing is against you..

at times you feel empty.. you feel like a feather and float around from one place to other and going where the wind blows...

i at times you feel you dont have the capcity to do something.. at time you feel that you can do more but cant...

the vw roof rack.. from perth western australia.. adjustable.. been stored in the warehouse for more than 10 years.. has not been used but second hand... it has been polished so then it looks new again..

IDR 150.000,- to make it look new.. even though it is old..

why a roof rack on a vw beetle? so it can be more useful ..

it can be used for long distance traveling...

it is a dream to travel to places . . . using a vw

it can be used for carrying furniture and any thing that needs to be carried

the roof rack is building the capacity of the vw..

vw can do so little with a roof rack it can do more...

it my even can carry the weight of the world on its shoulders..

it may be old but it still can do much...

nothing is out of fashion for me.. or my style is old fashion

its the classical fashion..

or my fashoin is free...

it is probally an ugly roof rack.. but since it is useful then it stay....

i do not value much on appreance... i value contribution..

i value building on potential..

i value process and history..

i value your ideas... and advice..

i value action .. words and thourghts

i value reading .. not only reading books but reading the world..

Moji is a reflection of me.. i can only do so little but i have potentional to do more...

i will break my own limits.. i will cross all boundaries...

i give 110 % of my effort..

at times i will fail... at times i will loose.. at times i will be disapointed and heart broken..

but i know when i die.. i can say to my self.. i have tried..

then others would say in my funeral... "he has died trying,

he know what he wants... and he do his best to get it...

and if at the end he did not get it.... then death was the only boundary.. to his dream.."

what i want is that the people around me knows what i want in life...

i want people to know my dream... i want them to see my process..

i want them to see my struggle.. the blood, sweat and tears..

i need your the support... so I can be better.. so i can reach my dream..

i may not be the best of example.. i may be even a bad role model..

this is my story

please help me reduce the of the weight of the world on my shoulders..

thank you for listening..

In the right gear

The 1973 vw beetle with four gears...

nuetral, 1st, 2nd, 3rd and 4th.. at some time reverse

all following the squence... there is not short cuts.. there can not be a jump from 1st to 4th... it is not good..

If you do not want to put the hard work why not just have a automatic car... or an instant car? that is would be fast.. that wouldn't need thinking that wouldn't need energy...

everyone must respect the process.. everyone must feel all the levels, stages or phases.. it would be meaningless to look at the final result... without any relevance to the process..

my country a culture of meaningless results... meaning results due to the poor process

if you want fast why just not join a runncing race? you want 100 m or what

the process is about taking your time.. it is about being patient

process is about trying.. process is about learning and making mistakes

then finally leanring from your mistakes...

don't be afraid to make mistakes... don't be afraid to take critics from others...

can't you see our mistakes are an opputunity to learn..

keep you eyes open.. but more importantly keep on listening

do not shut up the world around you... having the listening skills is the part of the learning process..

there is so little that we can give but there is so much that we can take

there is a limit to the our sacrifce based on out capacity... but it is unlimted to learn something new

learning is about developing, it is about building, it is about construction.. it is about a strong foundation..

my life is a life long learning... some people say i am a "eternal student" or in the indonesian "mahasiswa abadi" ...

and this status does not need to limit my self from the only being admitted in one university UII or two university UGM, but i am a "mahasiswa abadi" and the world is my lecture and my experince is my teahcer...

i may not not read too many books, but i read the messages from peoples advices

i may not have a mountain of experience, but my experience are listening to other people stories..

i may not be an expert in astronomy but i know that a full moon will create high tides in the beach..

i may not be a weather man but i know that when it rains in the night the morning will be shiny..

im not a geniuos... im not smart... i just try harder to understand.. i just try my best to have the right questions.. because in my life some times i dont have the rights answers...

sometimes i make mistakes.. some times i have the worng answers..

what i understand is that there is no one perfect...

what i understand is that people have weakness..

i respect people who make mistakes, people who know what have been done is worng and does something about it..

that is about biting the bullet.. that is about being responsible..

i don't run away from my problems.. i face it head on head..

if there is problem about me just spill it out... shout it out in front of me..

don't go behind my back.. just confront me... it can be that im wrong and you are right...

my country a culture of false sense of responsibilty..

i have responsibilty and if i make a mistake.. i will not blame others.. that is being responisble...

that is what i have learnt with my life...

im trying to get the gears right.. hope are are tyring too...

that is my message to you...

Enlightment ahead

each and everyone of us is enlighten by something..

or inspired by some one...

they are the light in our days...

each and every one of us needs to have an inspiration..

it what makes us motivated in life... you can see the fire is one eye.. ..

because the eye is the window to the heart.. people are enlighten by light..

from darkness to light.. it can be fire.. or it can be just a light...

out and about.... i have direction... without light i can crash in the dark, i can crash into other people... i feel a sense of direction.. i may not know what are the things around me at night.. but i know and i can see what is ahead and that is my direction..

im thinking ahead.. im looking ahead and im moving ahead..

at time we must look at the rear view mirror but my focus is on the future...

guided by my vw head lights...

some enlightment

My Shoe from Cibaduyut (3)

It is now 2008.. and still if my shoe from Cibaduyut..

After the repair.. the shoe flet too big.. it needed more padding..

it needed more support.. it needed a fatter inner soul...

Why? because my feet can get lost in my shoe.. not a good condition..

uncomfortable to walk around in..

so a added an white lotus garden hotel sandels..

i trim the edges so that it would fit with my shoe..

it felt more comfortable..

the problem is that is was white..

it was too appealing.. it was too contrast..

it would be better if it was black..

So.. I had to cover it.. with black vynil material from the saddle of my honda motorbike..Moji

i had no glue so i stiched it up my self with a gray sow and needles..

cuts here and there

alittle bit of this and a little bit of that..

there it is completed.. a new pair of soul.. a new comfort..

it is mine and i made it with what i have ..

it is mine and i made it with what i can..

for many years to come...

Part two: About my Shoe

Times create changes.. somethings will stay the same and everything else moving, evolving and improving..

So on the october 24, 2007 I posted part 2 and here it is for you..

My Shoe from Cibaduyut (2)

It is a brown leather shoe. It is now two years old. It is falling apart. It no longer shines. The color is fading. It is dusty. It has been repaired over and over again. It has been stiched up again. It has been glue together again. It has been to places as high as the mountains. It has been to places where the ocean meats the land.

The rubber sole has been burnt up the exhaust pipes of a motor bike. The rubber sole has been used as breaks on a down hill mountain bike expidition. An expidition from the peaks of Ketep to the low lands of Yogykarta. If there is a definition of an ugly in the dictionary, a photo of my shoe will be in it.

Why dont i just change my shoe? Why dont I just buy a new pair of shoes? The is simple because I can still can wear it, because I can still use it, because i can still repair it. It is a brown leather shoe and i bought it two years ago.

It is not 100% leather. some parts of the shoe is made from synthetic leather. that part has crumbled away due to the test of time. it had sponges to make the shoe more comfortable. It still have a brown elastic material that makes it more flexible and replaces the shoe laces. it had carbon paper at the hoof of the shoe which acts a the spinal cords of the shoe for support.

Time makes it worn out..Time makes it fall apart..

It is my Brown Leather Shoe.. and so be it..

Before the wheel is a pair of shoes...

I have a shoe.. a story about my shoe.. i have wrote once in a blog..
and here it is for you.. from April 9, 2007

My Shoe From Cibaduyut

It is brown, it is leather, it something that Granpa would wear, or even your father. actually my father choose this shoe for me and he also have a a pair that is similar but the color is darker. Does having old fashion shoes mean that i am old fashion? it shows nothing. the import thing about a shoe is where have they been? and where will they take me? it is not the shoe that is important but is is the feet. does it smell or not? tat is why shoes should have lots of holes so tat there cuold be circulation of air.

This is a short discription about my shoe, it is from Cibaduyut, my father bourght it one year ago. I am still planning to wear it for another year, waiting for my dad to by me another or untill my shoes starts to fall apart.

Oke we se what will happend, what is the story of your shoe?

Reflecting: what is behind you

history is important..

learning history is a must..

you can understand a person by understanding their past..

history starts by what people write.. my history starts when i write.. i write my subjective history.. i write what i want other people to read about what i am.. about my past... about my behavior about my dreams .. it is his-story.. it is my story.. to you..

The Volkswagen Type 1, the Beetle , is an economic car produced by the German auto maker volkswagen from 1938 until 2003..

it is my german car.. a german car with a long history..

if it is a german car should i be able to speak German? . . . and live like a german?

clearly no...

the esense of the volkswagen is the "peoples car" a car affordable for the people...

i have prooved that it is affordable for me.. a student which have not graduate yet..

i tried my best... because i have direction...

why didn't i just buy the new beetle?

basically the new beetle is not a reflection of the peoples car.. it is far from the term affordable..

fashion is what can be afforded.. style is what is your choice..

and what do you choose.?

i choose my style and i determine my history..

and im making my foot prints in the sands of time..

this is not his-story but this is my story...

My stiring wheel - My dream - My direction..

it started when i was i child..



it started when i was playing in the back yard of Pak Suwono.. English Lecture in UNESA.. he studied his PhD in Australia



his back yard... filled with all sort of VW beetles.. owned by Mr Josh...



from the really good VW to the malfunctioning ones.. there was 20 and more cars



all sorts of colors.. all sorts of years.. .. . . . it was the first time i new that a VW even existed..



after a while... as i started to enter to junior high.. i meet with om Agi.. he is from jakarta..



he bought a VW superbeetle... ivory color.. white.. and a classical look.. i like it..



i like the price as well... 1000 australian dollar...



at junior high... i discussed one of my dreams with my friend called tim



It was about buying a VW convertible (red or yellow) and driving around western australia... the interior should be a cow skin design black and white..



it was i dream.. and it stayed that way..



after entering to indonesia.. and living in jambu sari.. one of my neighbours wanted to sell a Black VW beetle for only IDR 10.000.000,- .



At that time my father wanted to buy it for me.. but he just did not have the support..



we only had one car port.. and at the time i did not know how to drive a car.. and i was still too young.. so we had to reject that offer..



close but no cigar..



it was six years later.. i had a steady job.. adaquate salary of IDR 3.5 million



and a chirsmas bonus



and having the basic knowledge and skills to drive a car..

i started to look around..

in the newspapers.. on the ther internet..

made some phone calls and some sms..

search for vw in jakarta, bekasi, bandung, semarang dan jogja...

looking at prices.. looking at the model..

reading up the history at wikipedia and any other materials on VW beetle..

on the local news paper... an advertisement..

1973 VW beetle power steering, air conditioner, the mesin and body good condition..

i did not directly contacted and responded to the ad..

i waited a week.. and searh around.. keeping my options opened..

after a week has passed i sms the owner.. and said i was interested.. i asked how is the overall conditions and how much would it cost.. and whether the price can be negotiated?

he replied.. the overall condition is good,but it is better if i directly see it.. the price was IDR 27 million but since i am desperate.. i would sell it to you for IDR 21 million..

i told this to my dad and he said.. how much money do you have and the rest i will help you..

i could manage 10 million in cash and if i sell my motor there would be another 5 million.. so i would have about 15 million at the end of the year...

oke just call the owner and we see the vw and negotiated the price..

the first impression last.. i knew at an instance that i would be the next owner of the VW..

i knew this was mine... i could even imagine my self driving the vw.. even if i didnot have a drivers liscence..

the negotiated price was IDR 20,5 million

deal...

my blood sweat and tears..

my dream which had accompanied me thourout the years

my reality is some what near

that my life is taking chances and that i have nothing to fear...

since a child and up until now.. one of my dreams has come true..

maybe not yellow or red.. but actually its blue

that is my story for you

The evolution my bicycle

It started when i was born..

It started when i stand up tall..

it started when i have legs but i need wheels..

it was a red bike.. standard childrens bike with training wheels...

i remeber using it and practice riding around inside the apartment.. it was pretty big apartment.. with three bed rooms, a bath room, kitchen and living room..

situated on Stirling Highway... my legs turn to wheels.. you start to learn balance..

you start to learn that you should not be afraid to fall..

the next bike was my first BMX it was old.. it was second hand.. by parents bought it... but i don't know when..

it was blue.. light blue.. metalic blue..

that bike lasted.. for a very long time.. it became rusty.. the pedals started to fall apart.. the brakes did not work.. both hand brakes .. did not work... it was my bike without.. brakes...

i crashed... i fall... but i still stood up tall....


at that time my dad went back to Indonesia to conduct a research for his PhD..

so it was only me , my mum and my brother.. living in the apartment... it was too big for only three people.. so we moved to everet street..

the next bike i had was a white BMX...

it was a bike the same as the one that my neighbour had... his name is Indra.. he is from Bandung..

but that bike did not last.... because some had stolen it...

so I did not have a siutable bike..

at the finals years in primary school.. I needed a bike.. not just any bike but a mountain bike.. a bike with more than one gears..

a bike that can go up mountains.. a bike that can travel long distance...

a bike to ride by the riverside... i bike to jump over mountain slopes..

It was time to buy a brand new bike.. not just any bike .. but my First Mountain Bike..

a black mountain bike.. actually it is gray.. it is my INDI 500 with 18 gears..

That bike lasted for ever... it have lasted more than... so many years..

from my years in primary school to my years in junior high school years in ..

then being exported to indonesia... and being in the stored in the warehouse in Jambusari..
not being used though out the time im in highschool..

and being reactivated again when I'm in college

from a brand new mountain bike. . . to a old mountain bike..

12 years.... old now... it is becoming more mature... as time goes on.. things start to fall apart

the brakes are starting not to work.. one brake is even totally broken and needs to be fixed..

the saddle have been repaired over and over again..

the orginal have been damage by a crash i had... the next saddle was one a took apart from the my dad bike... the next one was a cheep IDR 7000 saddle bought in a small bike shop in Jogja.. then Adi bought a new one because the saddle was bad quality...

as you can see... even a small saddle have undergone some changes..

i believe that people can change.. people can become better person...

if my 1973 VW super beetle... is called MOBI

and my 2000 honda impressa ... is called MOJI

then my first Mountain Bike would be called MOPIT......

it ressembles my life... there are always changes..
i try to adapt to them .. . .

if not then the changes will have to adapt itself to me..

there is one thing that is constant in this world.. that is the change it self..

my friends say (in a synical manner) that there is one thing consistent with my life..
that is that i live in inconsistencies...

it may be a good thing.. it may be a bad thing...

i try to change to be a better person..

two heads are better than one...

double exhaust pipes..

symmetrical balance..

it between a good and evil..

black and white

it is about feeling complete..

it is about supporting someone else.. and it is about being supported..

this life would be for others.. not just your self and your own ego..

it would like to say that two heads are better than one..

Cooling down through the ventilation

its time to cool down...

breathe in the fresh air..

being alive is constantly being heated up..

at time you will even over heat..

but it all depends on what can you handle.. and it depends o what can you take...

all things are meant to last... even when they start to fall apart..

what can you hold on to ....

will be what you can use

don't bother about the things that other people have..

don't bother about the things that you don't ..

don't be pressured to be like them..

don't be pressured to have the things that they have..

be your self..

it is about being your self..

it is about understanding your self..

its about having the things that you needs...

what you have right now ... is you . .

build on that..

improve .. that

fix that.. and repair..that..

the earlier version of the VW beetle did not have an open ventilation system the above the rear engine..

it caused problems... the engine became too hot.. but it is not a problem..

because they can change it.. they can modify it.. they can fix it. . what was a beetle in the 1960's became a super beetle in the 1970's..

cars can change and evolve

like Mobi ..... people can change.. people can become a better person..


just cool down and breathe the fresh air..

The engine: The power

the engine ...

the power . . .

unique in its own way.. different to most other cars on the road

the 1973 super beetle has a rear engine..

so it is a push from behind.. a push of support.. its the concept of motivation..

MOBI is a concept of being unique..

it is a concept where you should not be afraid to be different..

if most car have the engine in the front ...

i will choose one which have an engine at the back..

if people eat rice because everyone else eat rice..

and the fact that every will say that you can't live without rice..

i will prove them wrong... and say i can live without rice..

that is my statement..

to a country with the largest rice consumption in the world,

to a country with the largest rice importers in the world,

with a long history of rice producers in the world....

be different and create change..

it starts from you..

that is my engine.. that is my power..

50889 km : It has gone the distance

35 years.. of struggle

35 years of age..

Mobi speedometer function as it should

Mobi can speed up to 100km/h

the faster it does the more stable it gets..

but there are there are things that are stuffed up..

it just does not want indicate whether the fuel is full or whether the fuel is empty..

a couple of times the fuel is empty so i have to buy fuel from the side of the road..

no big deal.. just some times needs a push..

for every liter it can travel a distance of 10 km

not to bad for a 1973 European car..

This is the front view of MOBI

This is Mobi .. It cost IDR 20.500.000,-

I'm the Fourth owner..

I bought the Mobi using my 2007 savings, working for the IFRC, Handicap International and other jobs which actually still is not enough..

So I had additional soft loans from Friends who are Dian, Adit and Indra.. a very big help..

Then my dad help me to pay the rest...

MOBI: A 1973 VW SUPER BEETLE

This is my First Car..

His name is Mobi

He is 35 years old..

Classical look..

Blue..