Trans Jogja 2 work... morning with a public transport

waking uping the morning and realizing that i don't have a motorbike...

need to find a new way to go to work...

I can choose to use my car... but i don'thave a drivers liscence

I can choose to my brother to drop me off .. but at the morning he has a lecture to go to..

I can choose to my dad to drive metowork but then he has to wake up early in the morning just to drop me off..

I can choose to go by BMX to work... but if i do this everyday i would fall apart when i am fasting..

I can choose to walk the distance but is would take me two hours or more...

so i choose to take the bus... the big yellow and green bus... the bus with air conditioning

the bus that stop only at the bus stops... the ticket only Rp 3.000

i use the 3 A and 2A

starting from the Condong Catur Terminal usuing 3A then to Malioboro... transit in the bus stop then hop on to the 2A all they way to the front of my office.. bridgen katamso..

this is about some of the choices i have to make in my life...

I grew up in Australia in the 90s

You watched the ABC more than any other station. Those days are long gone.You made worms by squeezing your Vegemite or peanut butter crackers together.The best parties always had fairy bread.The Waugh twins. Go! Aussie! Go!Super League almost ruined rugby league in Australia.Getting the Easter Show guide from the paper and circling all the show bags you wanted.You thought everyone in America carried a gun and you never wanted to go there because you were scared you'd get shot.Blinky Bill, Mr Squiggle and Gumby.You always used to see that dried out, white dog poo on the footpath. You never see that anymore.SuperTed, Widget The World Watcher and Samurai Pizza Cats.Going to the Easter Show with a big group of friends from school once you were old enough to go without Mum and Dad.Doing research for school projects by going to the library or looking up an encyclopaedia rather than using the internet.Brian Henderson and Richard Morecroft reading the news.Paul Keating was some guy that ran the country and John Howard became the only PM you really ever knew because you were too young to care before that.Banana Man, Bangers and Mash and The Raggy Dolls.Game Boy.Waking up early everyday to watch Agro’s Cartoon Connection or Cheez TV.Hey Hey It’s Saturday.Everyone got the Coke bag at the Easter Show and it was only $10.Buying those 6 packs of Coco Pops, Fruit Loops, Frosties, Rice Bubbles, Nutri-Grain and Corn Flakes so you could have a different one each day and then opening the packets really carefully and removing the cereal so you'd have a mini wardrobe afterwards. You also most probably just let your parents eat the Corn Flakes.Trying to make the Rainbow Road shortcut on Mario Kart 64.Postman Pat, Fireman Sam and Lift Off (that show with the dirty, eyeless doll named EC).Birthday parties at McDonald's.A pinch and a punch for the first day of the month. No returns!Playing GoldenEye on the Nintendo 64 and arguing over whether Oddjob was allowed to be used in multiplayer.The original Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.Crossing your heart, hoping to die, sticking a needle in your eye.Super International Cricket on the SNES.Arguing over which was better – Nintendo 64 or PlayStation.Don’t push me, push a push pop!Nobody made "not" jokes... NOT!!Bathurst stopped being Holden vs. Ford and all those European cars came in until they came to their senses.Who shot Mr Burns?Watching Captain Planet and then driving your parents mad by always singing the song.That's so funny, I forgot to laugh.WWE was WWF and they actually had cool wrestlers like The Rock, Mankind and Stone Cold Steve Austin.Playing Gran Turismo and MGS on PlayStation.Roller coasters at Wonderland, Sydney.You decorated your room with glow-in-the-dark stickers.SBS didn’t have any ads. Not that you ever watched it anyway, except maybe for soft core porn.You played marbles and could name all the different types like blue moon, oily, candy, red wine, galaxy and red devil. You never played anyone for your god marble.Feeling sad when your Tamagotchi died.Singing "a ram sam sam, a ram sam sam, guli guli guli guli guli, ram sam sam, a rafi, a rafi, guli guli guli guli guli ram sam sam".Seeing a small rack of DVDs in the video store and wondering if anyone ever rented them.Dolly the sheep.Getting up early to watch the Rage Top 50.Friends when they were all actually just friends. Why didn't Phoebe and Joey get together?Sonic the Hedgehog.Watching The Simpsons back when it was funny, every night on Channel 10.Power Rangers becoming cooler than the Ninja Turtles, even though the Turtles will always be cooler.Watching South Park for the first time and being really excited by all the swearing.Watching Hercules and then being disappointed when Xena Warrior Princess replaced it. Nobody was cooler than Herc.Blowing on the Nintendo cartridge before putting it in the console to make sure it worked properly.Smell the cheese.Vulcan, Tower, Flame... Australian Gladiators.Playing Mortal Kombat and trying to do a fatality but just ending up punching accidentally.Pokemon! Gotta catch ‘em all!Watching Hey Dad! and then seeing little Arthur McArthur go on to star in that famous Sorbent ad.Full Frontal, not Comedy Inc.Wolfenstein, Doom and Duke Nukem.Downloading music from Napster.Chatting with your buddies on ICQ.Going to see Titanic.The winner is… Sydney.Mighty Max and Polly Pocket. Max and Polly always got lost because they were so bloody small.Fox Mulder and Dana Scully.Waiting for Tony “Plugger” Lockett to break that record.Australia didn’t always win the cricket.The Socceroos couldn’t qualify for the World Cup.John Eales captained the Wallabies and we won the World Cup.Ray Martin hosted A Current Affair.Zoopa Doopa ice blocks were only 20c and if you couldn’t afford it, you asked the canteen lady to cut it in half so you could split it with a friend.Listening to boy bands like Human Nature and girl bands like Girlfriend.Barbie, not Bratz.The Spice Girls.Happy Meals were only $2.95 and the toys were simple but actually good.Person 1: Who farted!?Person 2: Whoever smelt it, dealt it!Person 1: Whoever made the rhyme, committed the crime!Brad Fittler was the best in the world.Thorpe won lots of gold medals and wasn’t so gay.Opposite day.We all loved Pat Rafter and almost cried when he lost to Goran Ivanisevic because our Pat deserved that title more than anyone. Definitely more than Hewitt ever did.Playing tackle Bull Rush at lunchtime and having tackling banned. You had to resort to grab 1-2-3 or tip. Same goes for footy.Giving a friend a backage in the canteen line. If it was your best friend, you gave them a frontage.Pogs and Looney Tunes Tazos.Nobody won Wimbledon unless their name was Pete Sampras.You laughed at the fat kid on the Cottees cordial ad and changed the song to "My Dad picks his nose..." You ate Smarties instead of M&M’s.You tried Dr. Pepper and hated it.Service stations didn’t need space for 4 digits on their petrol prices signs.Girl germs! Boy germs!Goosebumps.You had to actually call your friends rather than send them an SMS.Wearing a Chicago Bulls T-shirt or cap. Wearing the cap backwards.Arguing over who got to be Warnie in backyard cricket. Six and out!Paul Jennings’ Gizmo books.Matchbox cars.The feeling of wonder you got, the first time you were able to see the image in one of those Magic Eye 3D pictures.The Secret World of Alex Mack.Talk to the hand!Johnson and Friends, Noddy and Humphrey B. Bear.You wished you had enough Lego to build those amazing cities they displayed in the brochures.Collecting Yowie toys. Aussie wildlife was way cooler than any stupid Kinder Surprise toy.Playing truth or dare with your secret crush.Mark Taylor equalling Don Bradman's record.Slap bracelets.Jurassic Park and those toy dinosaurs where you could pull a piece of the skin out to see its insides.Roger Ramjet, he’s our man, hero of our nation.We had paper money.Telling those Dobbers where to stick it by singing, "Dibba dobba dibba dobba number nine, wearing nappies all the time" and, "Dibba dobba Cindy went to kindy, stepped on a bindy wa wa wa."Good on ya Mum! Tip Top’s the one!You could buy more than enough food from the school canteen for only $2.Begging your parents to go to McDonald’s for dinner.Rocko’s Modern Life, Rugrats and Hey Arnold!Noni, Monica and that bald guy named George on Play School.Going to World 4 Kids to look at all the toys.Watching The Lion King and feeling Simba’s pain when Mufasa died. Disney just doesn’t make them like that anymore.Soft serve cones were only 30c and they never tried to up-sell a Flake because they didn’t have it.Wanting a Brain or Silver Bullet during the yo-yo craze.Nesquik without the Nes.Troll Dolls.The Kids' Works at Pizza Hut with unlimited drink refills. You made an ice cream mountain covered in choc chips and marshmallows and could never finish it.Thomas the Tank Engine and TUGS.Ba-na-na-na-na! Ba-na-na-na-na! Make those bodies sing! You had to get your photos developed.Your family didn’t own a 4WD unless it was a real one like a Land Cruiser or Patrol. Range Rovers were tough and nobody thought BMW would make a 4WD, let alone Porsche.Street Sharks and Biker Mice from MarsCompeting with your friends to see who could eat the most sour Warheads in one go.The Channel 9 logo had dots next to it and the Channel 7 logo wasn’t a folded piece of paper.No Hat, no play.Dr. Dreadful Food Labs. Kids these days wouldn't be allowed that because it’s not healthy enough. We didn't give a shit about our health in the 90s.High five! Up high, down low, too slow!Watching Round the Twist and getting pissed off that the actors kept on changing. You still loved it though.Cheating in Heads Down, Thumbs Up.Watching that game show called Vidiot. Game shows didn't have to be educational back then, like That's Academic... that show sucks.Collecting basketball cards, whether you followed basketball or not.You always wished your parents had bought you a bigger Super Soaker for Christmas. Christmas is hot in Australia... the more water, the better.Collecting hundreds of tickets from Timezone just so you could trade them for some crappy prize that you could have bought from Woolies for ten bucks.Healthy Harold day was the best because you got to miss class to sit in a tiny caravan and listen to a talking giraffe.Playing handball with Ace, King, Queen and Dunce and making up stupid rules as you went along.Skipping ropes and Jump Rope for Heart Day.Chewing the crappy gum in Bubble-O-Bill's nose and wishing they could just use Hubba Bubba instead.A*mazing.The Ferals. Rattus, Modigliana, Derryn and Mixy were cool until they started that five minute piece of crap, Feral TV.Hypercolour T-shirts.Who Dares! Who Dares! Who Dares Wins!Having your very own Dollarmites account and getting really excited when you earned a tiny bit of interest.Growing up in Australia in the 90s was rad.================================================================I'm sure there are a lot more, so share them on the wall and reminisce about the good old days!

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.

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

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...