i'll be on my way..

December 7th, 2014

Source: Internet

Source: Personal Collection

Source: Internet  At start line

Walking for hope...guiding and supporting each other Source: Internet

I and Mr. Wawan Source: Personal Collection

At finish line Source: Personal Collection

Source: Personal Collection, taken by Novi

Source: Novi's Collection Sitting in museum area with Mr. Jaja and his wife

Books for The Blind Advertorial Source: Internet

Welcome to Books for The Blind! Source: Internet

Mijn vriendin (een vrouw met de witte blouse) was aan het typen. Source: Personal Collection

View from the upper floor! Cool volunteers! Source: Internet

Free massage after typing Source: Internet

'Guessing Mistery Objects' game after typing Source: Internet

Photos wall exhibit the activities of the blind people (netra community) Source: Internet

Erasmus Huis' bibliotheek verzameling



Dear W,

It's almost weekend. What's your plans this weekend? Hope you'll have great weekend with G.
I also hope the same for everyone :)

Today, I'll try to finish a roman-Indisch novel which was written by a well-known Indonesian writer, Pramoedya Ananta Toer. He once wrote four novels which were called "The Buru Quartet". Footsteps is the third volume of novels inspired by the life of one of the pioneers of the Indonesian awakening and of Indonesian journalism, Tirto Adi Suryo (Introduction, p. 9). Others novels are: Bumi Manusia (This Earth of Mankind)-first volume, Anak Semua Bangsa (Child of All Nations)-second volume, and Rumah Kaca (The Glass House)-fourth volume.
I borrowed this book from Erasmus Huis Library.

Book cover, english version published by Penguin Source: Internet

Well, while I have been reading this novel of Jejak Langkah (Footsteps), I found some words which-perhaps it's not important things :p-are not really related to the main idea of the story. I called them as some little issues. Here they are! :)


"  Betawi was not as busy as Surabaya. And so clean. Big wooden rubbish bins stood in apporiate places and the people placed their garbage there. Not like Surabaya. And there were little parks everywhere, their brightly colored flowers adding a touch of festivity." (p.17-18)

Source: Internet

"     In Surabaya all you ever saw were bamboo-hut slums and fires, and rubbish everywhere." (p.18)

Source: Internet

"It was the same with the Europeans. Once they arrived here they were forced to take concubines. But the Dutch were also known to be really stingy. They wanted to return to Holland as wealthy people. So many of them didn't want to take concubines. As replacement for a mistress, they made the guling-a mistress that can't fart. Hey, you, Kleooo-have you ever come across a mention of the guling in any of javanese literature you have read? No, you haven't. And you, Sutan, what about in Malay literature? A big zero. It just didn't exist. It was a pure Dutch invention-the mistress that doesn't fart-'A Dutch Wife.'..." (p.54)

Source: Internet

"....The two of us swung around to face the street. There appeared a big four-wheeled box, which stopped in front of the house.
     "An automobile!" I shouted exactly.
     Immediately we both descended the front steps and headed for the horseless carriage. But before we made it to the gate, the car was surrounded by people. It was shaped like normal carriage, except there were no horses. It's wheels were made from wood. It's hood was folded back. Smoke and dust were still spewing out of the back." (p.221)

Source: Personal Collection,  taken from A Train Exhibition @Erasmus Huis, Jakarta, 2013

"     He asks for smaller print. He is a true Dutchman, not a native. He does not know that the natives cannot afford to buy spectacles. Many Priyayi are forced to retire at forty-five and cannot afford to buy them." (p.241)

Source: Internet

"     "Three strong teas, please! Will the chicken be long?"
      "Maybe another hour, Ndoro."                         " (p.283)
"     He left and straightaway the grilled chicken arrived, golden brown and glistening in oily kecap. And out of the holes left by the skewers wafted the most mouthwatering smell, an aroma more wondrous than could ever come from any incense." (p.287)
"     And three chickens, which two hours before had still been running about on their own two feet, still tidying up their ruffled feathers, still competing with their fellow roosters, now dissappeared, destroyed, dissoveld in our mouths among the glistening kecap and saliva, then to descend our throats to meet the waiting worms in our stomachs." (p. 289)

Source: Internet

"...Shoes are nothing but a means to protect your feet from broken glass, sharp stones, and dog shit. Wearing shoes is not the same thing as becoming European or Christian. They are not symbol of how close you are to Dutch authorities, so the native rulers do not need to be offended and infuriated when they see another Native wearing shoes...." (p. 348)
"...the shoe shops were besieged by young people wanting to buy shoes. And so Bandung was full of youths defiantly striding the streets in their new shoes,..." (p.349)

Source: Internet

Hmm, so those 'nowadays things' for us in this modern era were not such ordinary ones in the past of Indisch: the condition, the way people see it, the process, etc. For me, those little issues I rewrote above are some unique description which made me smile a bit when visualized them in my mind. 

Time to continue reading the last pages!
Hope to hear from you, W,...one day...

Dear W,

After some days we were talking again, than you pulled your off again and decided not to talk again.
You have her, I know...
So, this time I just can pray, W...

Hope one day we'll meet face to face
Hope I can hug G in real! :)

See you! :)

Dear W,

Everyday I miss you...
Wish you were still around...

Dear W,

It has been almost 3 months since you decided not to talk to me properly like we used to do.
It's not easy for me to bring you everyday in my mind, especially in my heart, still....
I don't understand why this connection is so strong.
I know that you said it's just because I am still keeping hope.
I know I do though I don't want to and you urge me to move on, like you are doing now with her.
It's just naturally happened...or it's also because you still thinking of me a bit silently....Only God knows and decide what would happen to us.
I know that I have my own control but my heart just goes on you.

W, the best thing I do now is I am trying all I can to give my life in God's willing. God knows the best for us.
Let this matter go, forget, non-attached, and give it to God.

W, if you are my destiny, I pray everyday that you'll be back to me. If not, hope God will turn this feeling off, gives me sincere heart, strong soul, and then replace you with somebody who is much better than you.
Well, hope you are the one.

W, come back and let me stay.....
Knuffel voor G.

Dear W,

How are you?
Wish you and G were still around....
Remember you both a lot.....

Dear God,

Thank you for all the things that happened to me.
I know that I'm not a perfect human.
From now on, I promise to change my attitude to be a better person.
I'm sure all your plan is the best.
If that one isn't right for me, then I'm quite sure you'll give me the better and more beautiful one soon...the one who can love me sincerely and seriously in Your path.
Welcome, I am here waiting for the real one :)
Good things surely will happen soon :D

Hey W,

Glad that you are happy now there.
Wish you all the best and good luck!

This will be the last time to write to you and I appreciate our friendship in past.
Thank you for everything and forgive all unconvenient attitude from me.

Bye bye.... :)

Dear W,

Happy birthday!
Wish you all the best...
I'm happy that you are now having a great life there.

W, it's time for me to continue my life and to start working on myself to be better person.
One more step, I'm quite sure I'll find the true one for me if I keep searching with my patient and believe in God. I'll give it all to the best scenario from God.

I must do some changes in my view of life.
I won't change what I have for you but just transform it and place it to a proper space inside.
Good luck for me, W.


Groetjes,
Lisa

Dear W,

Yesterday I got a Psychotest for a job.
There's a part that I have to draw a person.
Guess what....I was drawing you.
You are wearing t-shirt and your favourite jacket, the green one.
You are carrying a bag in left hand and are holding a bunch of flower for me in the right hand.

It's one of my dream....
Hope you come one day....

Sunday, July 13th, 2014


Dear W,

It's been almost a month hearing nothing from you.
Honestly, it's just like so loong time for me.
How are you now?
What are you doing now?
Are you enjoying life now?
Are you happier when I am not around?

Would you come back and stay?
I feel better when you both are around.

Big hug....

W, my husband, and our little boy, are sitting in that red sofa, playing games. G, our very special cute cat, is sleeping on W's lap, so cute. I am in kitchen, preparing some snacks for my little family.  Everyday, I see W more mature and good looking. I like the way he makes his hair and those blue eyes while he stare at me, our little boy, and G. Our little boy is the most adorable one. He has my hair color, but lighter and his eyes color is blue, almost like his dad.

Such a short time to say
We might sing the same song
When we met in a way
Nothing went wrong

An old cute cranky guy was there
Spending time with us
Curious about what we share
On those days for us

Another days for us is coming to take us together
Will you make me smile?
Stay here for a while
Convince me that I am the one, forever