The Makian Island and Momoi

Makian is an island that take place in the North Molucas teritory, it took place between Bacan Island and Tidore Island. It has one volcanic mountain named Kiabesi, in the local name kia or kie means mountain. Before reach this island from far away we can see the top of the mountian seems as two separated pilars, it happened because of the last eruption. Because of the eruption, this island has enough vertile soil. In this island the people use to cultivate the yearly plant, one that very famous is Canary. There is no harbour in this island, only port for public sea transportation those are the “semang” boat (Indonesian traditonal boat, that have balancing tools on rigth and left side of the boat, in some places in the east, people use to call it semang) and the speedboat. But there’s a very deep squat in a side of it’s beach, according to some source that place had been used as harbour for the dutch or portugesse’s ship.

Makian is given named, untill now it’s not so clear who gave that name. but according to the local ancient it’s real name was Tara. Not so much I can tell about this island, cause I only went there once, and that only for few hours. On my short visiting, I’ve seen the historycal sign, that as far as I know only from the story of my papa and my uncle. The sea shore that had been my father childhood, the debris of the big family house, the big whell that still used nowdays, the very long tomb of my father’s greatgrandma and greatgrandpa, and tombs of my ancestors. According to my papa stories, our origin was from Ternate, I’m not so clear untill now about the reason why my Greatgreatgreatgranpa move from Ternate to Makian. Then, he lived In this new island, in the edge of the island, make distance from the last village and he named that place, that community “Momoi”, momoi means Alone. untill now I’m still wondering, why???, why moving, and then made own neigborhood and named it “Alone”. Untill his children or maybe his grandchildren, on the Order of the Ternate authority, some of momoi’s back to Ternate and some of them still live in Makian and from family community place’s, the momoi develop into a village. In Ternate, most of the Momoi’s residence can be found near the Ternate Sultan’s Palace, but most of them has forgotten they are Momois, the youngsters especially, they just know that they are the makian’s who move to Ternate, for actually they don’t move anywhere they just come back.

Untill now, my father believe that he is a ternate. But for me, I’m Momoi. Eventough we have our origin in Ternate, but the water and land of Makian has take part on guard us for some generation. Tough I never know so much about it, I miss to comeback there. I love the philosophy of being Momoi, I love being alone.

For the canary is very famous product of this island, some people make jokes on it. They said if you come far away from ternate to makian on Id, don’t hope for chicken curry or ketupat (food made from rice that ocsionally served when Id) will be served to you, from one house to another they will only served you with one, that is the canary fruit. In this island they also had strange custom that they used to do in the Ramadhan, every after the Tarawih in the mosque, the young man prepared to figth each other and they really figth, but I’ts ok if somebody decided to join or not, and that custom happend everynigth on the Ramadhan’s. Preety scary. Those things makes me wanna proove all the story I’ve heard, and also my papa story about the large farming land, about the forest and the wild pig that very big and has horn, about three days using the semang boat rowing to ternate, about the kiabesi, all the stuff makes me wanna comeback.

Malino

Located at Tingimoncong Sub district, Gowa District 1500 m above sea level. 90 km away to south, about three hours from Makassar, the capital city of south Celebes. The malino sites can be reach using mass transportation such as bus, colt or taxi.

With mountains that rich of karst and pine trees view. Many of the tropical plant beautifully growth there. Beside that, Malino also produce many fruits and vegetables that growth in the slope of Mount Bawakaraeng. Most of the people there, assumed Mount Bawakaraeng as holy and sacred place. I ever watched some tv show abaout pilgrim of bawakaraeng. Like the moslem goes to Mecca for pilgrimage, some of the moslem surround the Bawakaraeng, had their own believe if they could hiking to the top of Bawakaraeng is the same with the pilgrimage journey already. And whom already applying that ritual has their statuss as Haji Bawakaraeng.

In Malino of course there’s a lot of place to fulfill the passion for recreation, as far as I know and I ever been there was, hutan wisata malino (Malino recreation forest) or well known with hutan pinus (pine forest). In this forest you can meet animal like burung nuri (Trichaglossus flavoridis), kera hitam (Macaca maura), biawak (Varanus salvator), jalak kerbau (Acridatheres sp), raja udang (Halcyon sp), and burung gelatik (Padda oryzofora). And also there’s a lot of plant such as pohon pinus/pine tree (Pinus merkusi) wich dominated the whole site, akasia (Acasia auriculiformis), jabon (Anthocepthalus cadamba), beringin (Ficus benjamina), ekaliptus (Eucalyptus sp), edelweis (Edelwesy sp), rotan (Calamus sp), kenanga (Cananga ordorata) and some bushes plant.

Also there's a waterfall named air tejun seribu tangga (thousand stairs fall’s), wich has a lot of stairs to reach to the fall. And the view so beautifull. I’ve been there with my high schoolmate, unfortunately that time everyone was so busy to go to the toilet, they make line of waiting, I don’t know why, but everyone got stomache. So just few of us that can catch the beauty of the fall. Nice place, nice memory.

Since the dutch colonialize Indonesia, the beauty of Malino has attract them also. That’s why they held a conference that named Malino conference in July 16th – 22nd 1946. To discuss about the idea of East Indonesia Country (Negara Indonesia Timur / NIT). Wich take place in Malino.

Malino also famous with the edelweis, the eternal flower and also the turi tree that has beautiful orange flower. When they bloom, it was so beautifull, you can see fantastic view from the air or from far distance. That’s why the city also well known with the flower city of south Celebes.

there are also tea, vegetables and fruits plantation in some area of Malino. The most fruits that very famous of Malino is Markisa, thas why in the Makassar city we can found a lot of markisa juice in the market sale for the souvenir of Celebes.

I love Malino so much, cause one of my best two day happened there. When I met my orange prince.

sebuah tempat damai, di matamu

A peacefull place that I missed a lot, exist in your eyes

I’ve been there, and out of my conscious love and hate bring in many things

Change, turn one another

Happy, unhappy

Eye met eye, and all those words fly

Just that harmony tone burst out, reality knock the door

Turn to different ways,

I take my punishment singing and crying

You turn mute in sadness,

Oh life that only casting world

I’m playing what, you cast as whom

Good night love,

These restless need to take break

(inspired by MP, Kya yehi pyaar hai???)

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Silent Nigth

Silent nigth,

Slank still kept their mouth open on tv

After sutiyoso spoke topic on something, that just bout arogansi and his defense

Silent nigth,

Gita gutawa has no tired to keep singing from my computer speaker

And the radio still loyal to sing some “I don’t know” song,

That sometimes I like and I don’t like

Silent nigth,

And the pointer on the screen still bipping

Confused to move

I can not loose things I never have…., (from the movie “how to loose guy in ten days”)

What is lost I don’t know, cause I never have it

So what I’ve been waiting for…..

Silent nigth

Make it worth,

Placed stars to the empty dark sky

Placed clouds to the big blue sky

I have the magic wand, my ten beauty fingers

So, cast the spell and let the miracle work

Silent nigth, silent nigth

Hold me tight

To my beautifull ten fingers, put some strength on ur sight

Keep this eyes bright, Make me keep on figth

And reach wonderful ligth

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Liquid are forbidden in the plane, liquid are forbidden sent trough post

an ironi….., my country government, my Indonesi, my homeland.

A very smart country, teaches the people to find way out, alternative way out, to breaking the law.

This case only a little example, but for me it’s not pleasant enough.

One afternoon, I acompanied my friend to the post office. Some medicine for the dentist therapy has been requested by a friend in Borneo Island, and need to be sent that day. One of those medicine were liquid. From some years ago, I’ve known already, that liquid thing are forbidden to be sent by post. But I think if I can make sure that the liquid were packed in some ways that it wouldn’t leak out. But “no way”, said the post man, no way!!!!.

I was verry dissapointed, can anyone imagine, post office said no, other delivery service also said no, and no permit to brought it with airplane. So should I, my self, row boat, only to send a bottle of medicine. Fuckin crazy country..!!!

Made rule, without thinking the long impact, wich create problems, that in some undirect way saying to the people, lets us togheter use our brain to find alternative way to pass the rule, not for something bad, but for something that we need. Seems like government of this country are much happy if the citizens do mass illegally. Just see the prove, the legal way of things are so hard to being trough iffen sometimes there is no legal way for what we need.

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About me and coffe

First time I drink coffe, it’s when I was at my sixth grade on my elementary school. I forgot what causing me bougth a sachet of coffe (kapal api, I guess), it’s probably because some interesting coffe advertisement. I made one full big glasses of this black coffe. My first swallow of that thing, was so aweful. I split them out and decided not to continue my crazy experiment.

Few years later, I really forget, since when I became so in love with coffe. Till now, still explore the beauty of it. Still curious the taste of all it’s varian, modification, and other stuff about coffe. But the most I consumed is the instant coffe. And my most favourite is capuchino. But I have one taste that I like, not only cause the taste but also the mood it brings, and also it was so rare in the market, iffen I thougt it’s already extinct, it’s the Orange Coffe. It’s an instant coffe, good day branded.

This Orange Coffe are so great. There are two opposite taste here. The coffe and the orange. Awesome!!!!. They mixed together. When both of them met in a cup, surely yea.., none happened on me, but emotion irrationnal deadly.

Yea…, sure it did. Every coffe create it’s own mood, feeling, world. That only us, the coffe drinker who can feel it, can judge, can describe it.

I love coffe. And my deadly orange coffe, are something that always make me reminds one thing that could kill me, as the emotion irrational deadly.

There’s one my fave coffe, on Pak To, the restaurant near the Selokan Mataram. It’s a Mocachino Juice. But everyone in my dormitory known it as Es Awan (The Cloud Ice). Why..?, cause I named so. How can I don’t name it so, cause everytime I drink this coffe, feels like I had swallow the cloud. So soft, cool, spongy, humm…, feels like really eats the clouds. With notes, ofcourse, do not shake it, when they served it, just spooned the top layer of the juice. And you feel the cloud.

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I’m spinning my pale face

My life is an assemble of dangled tone
Spinning around my little head
Covered by thin layers
That so affected by the outside music

Music of surrounding
Pull me left and right
Push me up and down
Sometimes left me alone

Spinning my head, my feet are spin along with it
My heart are fully gived up, the amazing seduction
Amaze of life amazing my tougth
Understanding the understandless
Are beautifull hard work

What is organ, what is flute, what is drum????
Why they are so melodious, or maybe just a silent
That instrumented the song, the music
Wich spinning trough my life
Pass it with no mercy
And left me unconscious
To my poor and unhappy face
But the fact is I had those greater joy
Till I feel none after that
Just missed those wonderful heaven
Wich paled my face and hand
But my heart smile ligther then the sun

Brazilian Red Ear Slider

Brazilian red slider or well known with name brazilian slider or red ear slider was native from brazil. Like they named it, this slider has some red colour (actually it’s more to orange then red) on the rigth and left side of his head. Altough it doesnt have ear, they named so because those red mark took place on the place were ear should located. This slider habitat is on the river banks. They were omnivora in early year, and become herbivora when they grow older

This last few years in Indonesia the slider were famous in the market as one of the friendly pet. In some big cities in Indonesia, this slider are widely sale. With variety prices depend on the size. Usually they sold a couple month age with price between Rp. 12500,- to 25000,-.

When this slider have their sleep, one of it’s front feet stuck out and it take the other front feet inside the carrapass, as if it’s wants to hold on to something while they sailed the dream land. There’s a thin layer beneath the turtle’s eyelid, it’s transparent white. We can see on turtle first blinking in the morning and also it became a sign if the white layers keep covering turtle eyes for sometimes, it can indicate the turtle is ill.

This red ear, very rare in produce voice, probably in it’s very sick condition they carried out. The voice that produce almost alike bird voice, maybe because of it’s mouth that has the same type as the bird mouth.

Sagoo, Project research , Education institution colonilization and wind of nigth

Sagoos dance, farewell dancing....

Long time ago,some of indonesian main food are not rice. There sagoo, corn, potato,etc. the varousity of that main food became erased by the time of the first Indonesian president stated rice is the main food of the civilization people and also followed by more political action, government rules, policy, etc, that made people eat and think that rice is the only main food that have price. Nowadays Indonesian people think that their only main food is rice and other main food that ever exist only become substitute, and people who made those substitute to main food are people with low economic capability. Like the of sago in molucas. So many long time people stop eat sago as their daily main food. Sago, especially in the urban area, only serve in some occasion and also for substitute food, no longer as the main food.

Then in the jungle of seram island the sagoo, cacao, nutmeg, clove trying to survive. The higest price, will win. nutmeg, clove, cacao, for how many rotation??? And they’ll gone, old poor land remained, that used again to growth the green oil from the palm.

On the paper, those data. paddy, cacao, nutmeg, clove. 1, 2 or 3 hectar those are paddy. Amazing, an extraordinary number in java island. And the farmer become wealthy, enough food, well educated,unfortunately all those things not happend. Those 3 Ha of paddy, use the pour seed straight system. Makes the cost higher, and add more disadvantages when government decide to send the province rice for the poor. Makes the decreased of paddy price, another cry of the farmer, those 2-3 Ha has no meaning.

On my research paper, among those respondent I choose, no more sago they have. That big tree, that so much linkage to the molucas, maybe in some tens year just remain history. tumang Sagoo, lempeng sagoo, sugar sagoo, kasbi sagoo, bagea, halua, and all other molucas food that so much integrated with sagoo, start dissapeared. Food sustainability in molucas family especially in the village, no longer exist along with the goodbye step of sagoo. One of my friend said that she had that time, where her grand ma has a special room for sagoo in their house’s second floor, and that’s so much worthy for their food sustainable. The sagoo will growth for tens years, before finally they harvest it, by cut down the tree and took all the inside part of the trunk. Harvesting of one tree, enough for food supply to a family for such long time, probably for years. Sagoo been kept in the form of tumang, it is a traditional packaging way. After they wash and made it into flour, it wrapped in the sagoo leaf plait, and it could be kept for such long time.

And those research like the singing money, like tree of prosperty, with notes ofcourse, if you are not the object of research. It’s wet of money, unusefull tools as the government always do. It’s so amazing system, money comes easily when they wants to know what happened on the reality, but once they trying to overcome the problem, money like hope for the rain in the sahara. So what it’s use to. Those research paper, reports, document, etc. just to fill the board of modern artistic building called government office, or just as the vain efforts so the officer has something to do as excuse to have their salary, legally. No wonder many people are struggle to be in that chair, government officer.

In the middle of the singing sagoo. I heard another cries. A nobel institution, education institution. Where the big fish swallowed the smaller. Foot steps on heads, keep continuing, change turn, pressed each other, satisfaction is only a rare dusty thing that kept in the silent museum not visited. Then education transformed into clonialization, that always asked for paid, unreasonable amount of payment. And just a status achievement, all mouth silence, hands binded, although it’s your heart that already in fire, tears melt down, heads spinning around, but the tax has to be paid, the satan dancing and the slavery become a fertile sweet culture. I hate them.., on white suite like angel, but their dark heart blackening peoples , are they human. satan, devil, listen…, these adam generation need no more of your temptation, we modern enough, we’ve always up date every kind of sin, new variant always implemented, it don’t takes time, we race o become the most pioneer. Iffen for such sacred place, where the light of faith took it first step. In that place we start turn off the light. On the chairs, white boards, books, the alphabet fade, regret.., why knowledge blinded the heart.

In the middle of my tougth, trying to hold angers that jumped around my head, I saw a couple of beautifull small legs, hanging in the middle of night cold air . Oh Mother , to the night wind you allowed to her, will u not guard her from the cruelty of life either.

Sagoos still dancing, and I just start to take my step, I hope could put something on you.

February Rain

It’s rainy season here, the wet February. People said it because of global warming, changing the pattern of custom weather. Usually rain drop on February, but this last few month rain fall in such extreme way, low frequency, deep intensity, and so destructive.


I had nothing in progress of my personal life. Still stuck on my college thing, still broken hearted with a same person, still can’t reduce my main problem that becomes my habit for years, still confused about mom and dad role in my life, still looking for things that I don’t know what is it.
One drop of the falling rain, hard sticked, I sense it in my face. I wish I could be free like the falling rain. Comes from nothing and back to nothing. That’s the essential of life. But more times we stepped from nothing, we become more greedy and “nothing” become a condition we always tried to avoid. We put destructive way to back home, back to nothing.


This wet February, those nature disasters, minor catastrophe, reminds us way back home. It took things that we think belongs to us. House, vehicles, people we loved, carrier, etc. till we becomes desperate, feel abandon, feel like orphan, only to God we could hope for, and ofcourse have faith to always try hard pursued way back to nothing. We deserved nothing more than what we got, Cause nothing we have was truly ours.
Enjoy the rainy season.