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type='html'>tjhjh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3930978-106166212522978419?l=kantjil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930978/posts/default/106166212522978419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930978/posts/default/106166212522978419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kantjil.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#106166212522978419' title=''/><author><name>kantjil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17318801424610615163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930978.post-106166207056093776</id><published>2003-08-23T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-23T11:07:50.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>kn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3930978-106166207056093776?l=kantjil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930978/posts/default/106166207056093776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930978/posts/default/106166207056093776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kantjil.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#106166207056093776' title=''/><author><name>kantjil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17318801424610615163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930978.post-86911499</id><published>2003-01-03T22:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-03T22:30:46.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Indisch cultureel erfgoed&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indisch cultureel erfgoed&lt;br /&gt;is dit tastbaar?&lt;br /&gt;nee,'t zit in mijn bloed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waar is onze indische cultuur?&lt;br /&gt;zoek niet verder&lt;br /&gt;het zit verscholen in onze natuur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mijn antwoord zit in deze indo-blues&lt;br /&gt;indisch cultureel erfgoed&lt;br /&gt;rood-wit - danst op- blue suede shoes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3930978-86911499?l=kantjil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930978/posts/default/86911499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930978/posts/default/86911499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kantjil.blogspot.com/2002_12_29_archive.html#86911499' title=''/><author><name>kantjil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17318801424610615163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930978.post-86629573</id><published>2002-12-28T09:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-31T08:05:42.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'> thx Deksss for ur time and effort to translate this!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!:):):):):):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;geschiedenis van DEPOK&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CORNELIS CHASTELEIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depok historical value could never failed to honoured&lt;br /&gt;Cornelis Chastelein. He was the founder of Depok area                               &lt;br /&gt;and was succeeded in making its uniqueness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Cornelis   &lt;br /&gt;Chastelein was a French-Dutch, ....&lt;a href="http://kantjil.diaryland.com/021228_86.html"&gt;lees verder&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3930978-86629573?l=kantjil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930978/posts/default/86629573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930978/posts/default/86629573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kantjil.blogspot.com/2002_12_22_archive.html#86629573' title=''/><author><name>kantjil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17318801424610615163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930978.post-86615535</id><published>2002-12-27T22:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-31T08:06:35.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'> Het Gebaar is een tegemoetkoming van de Nederlandse regering aan de Indische gemeenschap voor het beleid van voorgaande regeringen dat erg kil, bureaucratisch en formalistisch is geweest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; De regering maakt Het Gebaar vanwege vermoedelijke tekortkomingen in het naoorlogs rechtsherstel. Door de regering is een bedrag van in ieder geval 1.361,34 euro (3.000 gulden) per rechthebbende gegarandeerd.....&lt;a href="http://kantjil.diaryland.com/021228_31.html"&gt;lees verder&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3930978-86615535?l=kantjil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930978/posts/default/86615535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930978/posts/default/86615535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kantjil.blogspot.com/2002_12_22_archive.html#86615535' title=''/><author><name>kantjil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17318801424610615163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930978.post-86583606</id><published>2002-12-27T02:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-27T02:59:45.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;jaarwisseling&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Op naar 2003&lt;br /&gt;de Indo is still alive&lt;br /&gt;can't you see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Een nieuwe generatie is opgestaan&lt;br /&gt;zoekende hun weg&lt;br /&gt;in deze wereld, een eigen bestaan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ons bloed is gemixed tot 4 of meer&lt;br /&gt;het maakt niet uit&lt;br /&gt;Indo's blijven we.The new generation is here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3930978-86583606?l=kantjil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930978/posts/default/86583606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930978/posts/default/86583606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kantjil.blogspot.com/2002_12_22_archive.html#86583606' title=''/><author><name>kantjil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17318801424610615163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930978.post-86583368</id><published>2002-12-27T02:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-31T08:07:53.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;memories from the past&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dit mooie bericht moet ik hier gewoon plaatsen.&lt;br /&gt;Over hoe de oudere generatie indo's hun kerstfeest vierde in Nederlands Indie.&lt;br /&gt;Ik heb deze doorgekregen van een  vriendin uit Amerika.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi sekali lagi Kantjil,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heel erg mooi je tempo dulu fotos hoor! Uit je eigen foto-albums? &lt;br /&gt;Pikiran saja ini hari Natal Dua begitu:&lt;br /&gt;Itu Kerstboom Djakarta dari foto kamu percies kaja "Kersboom" keluarga saja&lt;br /&gt;tahunan 50's.....&lt;a href="http://kantjil.diaryland.com/021227_65.html"&gt;lees verder&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3930978-86583368?l=kantjil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930978/posts/default/86583368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930978/posts/default/86583368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kantjil.blogspot.com/2002_12_22_archive.html#86583368' title=''/><author><name>kantjil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17318801424610615163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930978.post-86583068</id><published>2002-12-27T02:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-27T03:10:18.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;kerstcadeautjes uitpakken&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah...Jkt sixties old times...klik 'm aan voor de grotere versie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pic4.picturetrail.com:80/VOL53/829683/1484727/17490878.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic4.picturetrail.com:80/VOL53/829683/1484727/17490878.jpg" width=150&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3930978-86583068?l=kantjil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930978/posts/default/86583068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930978/posts/default/86583068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kantjil.blogspot.com/2002_12_22_archive.html#86583068' title=''/><author><name>kantjil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17318801424610615163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930978.post-86557758</id><published>2002-12-26T11:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-26T11:35:08.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;wrok en spijt naderhand&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nederland was bang om Nederlandsch-indie te verliezen, omdat zo'n &lt;br /&gt;13% van het nationaal inkomen uit deze kolonie kwam.&lt;br /&gt;Zoals altijd vergeten de politici andere feiten mee te rekenen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na iedere oorlog komt de economie van een land in bloei, zo ook in Nederland. Soekarno is eigenlijk door Uncle Sam in het zadel geholpen. Kijk nu maar in het nieuws, Uncle Sam heeft liever een dictator die bespeeld kan worden dan een onbekende leider die een eigen mening heeft. Voorbeelden zijn er genoeg...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De indische nederlander kon kiezen uit Indonesie of Nederland,&lt;br /&gt;je kan pas van wrok of spijt praten naderhand, nu eigenlijk, nu de oudere generatie indischen begrijpen dat hun thuisland niet meer&lt;br /&gt;bestaat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; En dat ze door Nederland in het ootje zijn genomen omdat ze "perfecte" burgers, perfecte Nederlanders zijn als het Nederland uitkomt (dus als je je mond houdt en niet naast het potje piest), en allochtonen als ze een uitkering gaan vragen of een schamele tegemoetkoming van 3000 gulden (als aalmoes) krijgen.&lt;br /&gt;Wrok en spijt....ja dat voel je inderdaad als indo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3930978-86557758?l=kantjil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930978/posts/default/86557758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930978/posts/default/86557758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kantjil.blogspot.com/2002_12_22_archive.html#86557758' title=''/><author><name>kantjil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17318801424610615163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930978.post-86555177</id><published>2002-12-26T10:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-26T10:38:57.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;Welk koppel zou het beste zijn als de president en vice-president in de komende verkiezing in 2004?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;megawati&lt;/b&gt;- - -&lt;b&gt;soesilo bambang yudhoyono&lt;/b&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.google.com/images?q=tbn:_4jSuN60wlEC:www.flakmag.com/opinion/images/megawati.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.indonesianmusic.com/kab/yud.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;megawati&lt;/b&gt;---&lt;b&gt;amien rais&lt;/b&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.google.com/images?q=tbn:_4jSuN60wlEC:www.flakmag.com/opinion/images/megawati.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.google.com/images?q=tbn:8it6brDP34IC:www.rnw.nl/hotspots/indonesia/assets/images/_96873_Amien_Rais.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;amien rais&lt;/b&gt;---&lt;b&gt;hamzah haz&lt;/b&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.google.com/images?q=tbn:8it6brDP34IC:www.rnw.nl/hotspots/indonesia/assets/images/_96873_Amien_Rais.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.indonesia-ottawa.org/Government/Presidency/hamzah2.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;megawati&lt;/b&gt;---&lt;b&gt;jusuf kalla&lt;/b&gt;!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.google.com/images?q=tbn:_4jSuN60wlEC:www.flakmag.com/opinion/images/megawati.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.hippi.or.id/images/pengurus/photo-015.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3930978-86555177?l=kantjil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930978/posts/default/86555177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930978/posts/default/86555177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kantjil.blogspot.com/2002_12_22_archive.html#86555177' title=''/><author><name>kantjil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17318801424610615163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930978.post-86547102</id><published>2002-12-26T05:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-27T03:14:43.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Klik aan voor de vergrootte versie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pic4.picturetrail.com:80/VOL53/829683/1484727/17443695.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic4.picturetrail.com:80/VOL53/829683/1484727/17443695.jpg" width=100&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tot 1908 gingen inheemse militairen blootsvoets.&lt;br /&gt;Alleen Europese,Ambonese,Menadonese en in Afrika geworven militairen kregen schoeisel uitgereikt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;serdadu pilihan&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bagus! sepatu ini&lt;br /&gt;lihat!saya duduk disini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boleh membawah sepatu&lt;br /&gt;serdadu asli tidak boleh,dulu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3930978-86547102?l=kantjil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930978/posts/default/86547102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930978/posts/default/86547102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kantjil.blogspot.com/2002_12_22_archive.html#86547102' title=''/><author><name>kantjil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17318801424610615163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930978.post-86545772</id><published>2002-12-26T03:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-26T03:51:27.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tweede kerstdag.... makan apa kantjil????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rijsttafel Putri solo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soto ayam&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;                    sayur lodeh&lt;br /&gt;daging bali&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;                     gado-gado&lt;br /&gt;daging semur&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;                rujak manis&lt;br /&gt;sate kambing&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;                 pisang goreng&lt;br /&gt;sate ayam&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;                       acar campur&lt;br /&gt;sambal goreng tahu&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;        serundeng&lt;br /&gt;sambal goreng telor&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;       krupuk udang&lt;br /&gt;sambal goreng buncis&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;     nasih putih&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ngiler????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3930978-86545772?l=kantjil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930978/posts/default/86545772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930978/posts/default/86545772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kantjil.blogspot.com/2002_12_22_archive.html#86545772' title=''/><author><name>kantjil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17318801424610615163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930978.post-86545562</id><published>2002-12-26T03:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-26T03:44:44.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Engelse zeden&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De Engelse periode 1811 tot 1816&lt;br /&gt;waah!! nieuwe gedragsregels&lt;br /&gt;voerden deze overheersers in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Een afkeer hadden zij van ons,ze keken op ons neer&lt;br /&gt;de mesties was in hun ogen onbeschaafd&lt;br /&gt;ach, die 5 jaar overheersing bracht slechts links verkeer&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;Hier een gedicht uit de Gazette van 1813 als reactie op deze Engelse moraalridders tijdens de Engelse periode, geschreven door een indische rijmelaar:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al ben ik bruin van vel, al zyt gy uit Euroop,&lt;br /&gt;Al loopt gy week voor week met rym werk als te koop,&lt;br /&gt;Wilt van een Indiaan deez' korte les onthouwen:&lt;br /&gt;Schimp nimmer zonder rêen op mannen of op vrouwen.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;een tydloos gedicht wat nog zeer actueel is in eigentydse vormen, helaas&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3930978-86545562?l=kantjil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930978/posts/default/86545562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930978/posts/default/86545562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kantjil.blogspot.com/2002_12_22_archive.html#86545562' title=''/><author><name>kantjil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17318801424610615163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930978.post-86542818</id><published>2002-12-26T00:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-27T03:20:46.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Nieuw-Guinea...Het Beloofde land&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indo-Europees stamland&lt;br /&gt;dit had het moeten worden&lt;br /&gt;gebouwd door onze indo-hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onze trouw aan koningin en vaderland&lt;br /&gt;Nederlandse politici bekroonden dit?&lt;br /&gt;met het geven van dit Beloofde Land&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Misleid door de Nederlandse koopman&lt;br /&gt;het kwam Nederland strategisch goed uit&lt;br /&gt;om dit land vast te houden in hun hebberige tangan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verkeerde voorlichting en angst zaaien &lt;br /&gt;een nieuwe bersiap zou komen!&lt;br /&gt;de Nederlandse koopman kon goed de waarheid verdraaien&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Velen van mijn volk zijn hierdoor gegaan&lt;br /&gt;naar dit beloofde land&lt;br /&gt;om op te bouwen een nieuw bestaan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Een desillusie stond te wachten voor hen&lt;br /&gt;ongeschikt voor kolonisatie, dit had de Nederlandse&lt;br /&gt;koopman vergeten te vertellen , hoe ken?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3930978-86542818?l=kantjil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930978/posts/default/86542818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930978/posts/default/86542818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kantjil.blogspot.com/2002_12_22_archive.html#86542818' title=''/><author><name>kantjil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17318801424610615163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930978.post-86527346</id><published>2002-12-25T15:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-25T15:29:52.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;waar staan wij?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In deze maatschappij met zovele nationaliteiten&lt;br /&gt;Waar staan wij? Indo's met onze Nederlandse feiten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zijn wij Nederlanders zoals DE Nederlander?&lt;br /&gt;of zijn wij Nederlanders onder De Nederlander?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wij zijn Nederlandser dan de gemiddelde Nederlander&lt;br /&gt;onze trouw aan rood-wit-blauw hield ons bij elkander&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu echter spreekt ons Indonesische bloed&lt;br /&gt;in deze nieuwe tijd, een tijd van overvloed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De ouderen onder ons snappen dit soms niet&lt;br /&gt;"Hoe ken? Wij hebben hun toch Nederlands opgevoed?&lt;br /&gt;Nederlandser kan bijna niet"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opa,Oma,Papa en Mama, luister naar wat ik zeg&lt;br /&gt;ons Indonesisch bloed is wakker geworden en zoekt zijn eigen weg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We kunnen dit niet tegenhouden, het is te sterk&lt;br /&gt;in deze maatschappij worden we geconfronteerd met &lt;br /&gt;voor-oordelen tijdens ons werk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De enige manier om ons staande te houden&lt;br /&gt;is om onze roots opnieuw op te bouwen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Het is geen disrespect naar jullie toe&lt;br /&gt;de indo staat op,gaat door.Hormat naar jullie,tentu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3930978-86527346?l=kantjil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930978/posts/default/86527346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930978/posts/default/86527346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kantjil.blogspot.com/2002_12_22_archive.html#86527346' title=''/><author><name>kantjil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17318801424610615163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930978.post-86526905</id><published>2002-12-25T15:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-25T15:13:49.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Romusha's&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic4.picturetrail.com:80/VOL57/705155/1183919/17417877.jpg" width=240&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soekarno wordt altijd verantwoordelijk gesteld voor de romusha. Hatta noemt men in dit verband opzettelijk niet, terwijl hij juist samen met Mr. Wilopo bet hoofd was van de Romu-kyoku, kantoor voor romusha zaken. Vervolgens krijgt Sjahrir altijd weer een pluim als de "rationele non-collaborateur". Dit heeft alles te maken met wat wij al eeuwen lang gewend zijn van de koloniale verdeel- en heerspolitiek met betrekking tot onze leiders en etnische groepen in Indonesië. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De kwestie van de romusha was voor de koloniale machthebbers destijds een heel dankbaar voorwendsel Soekarno zwart te maken en hem zo uit te schakelen. In de grond van de zaak ging het de Nederlandse politici destijds niet om de romusha! Het was de wrok van de koloniaal en zijn onvermogen zich te moeten neerleggen bij het vooruitzicht dat zijn "lief Indië", en rijke "gordel van smaragd", op zo'n ongelukkig moment zou worden weggerukt uit de schoot van het "Moederland". Nederland had immers de "Indische baten" hard nodig voor zijn wederopbouw. De slogan "Indië verloren, rampspoed geboren" vertolkt heel duidelijk de angst. Dat Indië na de tweede wereldoorlog niet in Nederlands bezit terugviel was ondenkbaar. Daar zit de kern van die romusha argumentatie! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Hebben niet juist de Hollanders ons volk misbruikt als romusha in suiker-, tabaks- en andere plantages, of verkocht als koeien en karbouwen? Waren het niet Hollanders geweest die een groot scheepse romusha herendienst hadden ingezet bij de aanleg van de 1.000 km Grote Postweg van Daendels dwars door Java en nog wel in naam van de Europese beschaving? Dat alles gebeurde terwijl er helemaal geen oorlogstoestand was! En hebben "de ferme jongens en stoere knapen van Jan de Wit" daarna in 1942 ons Indonesische volk niet zo maar overgedragen aan de Japanners? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sindsdien hebben Nederlanders het morele recht niet om een oordeel te vellen over de vraag in hoeverre en op welke wijze wij ons moesten inlaten met de Japanse bezetter. We weten niet wat de Engelse commandanten hadden kunnen bereiken met de brug die over de Kwai-rivier werd geconstrueerd. We weten wel definitief dat Soekarno tijdens de Japanse bezetting een ongelooflijk belangrijke taak heeft kunnen uitvoeren die hij onvermoeid als vrijheidstrijder sinds de koloniale tijd had nagestreefd, en dat is : massale politieke educatie en het nationaal bewustzijn finaal bevestigen - niet alleen onder intellectuelen - maar de gehele natie omvattend, en daarmee het volk voor te bereiden voor een vrij vaderland! Maar men schrijft in Nederland nog altljd over Soekarno alsof hij tijdens de bezetting met niets anders bezig was dan de romusha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By :Joesoef Isak *) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the Complete dutch version:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.megaforpresident.org/bk/hutbk_19a.htm"&gt;http://www.megaforpresident.org/bk/hutbk_19a.htm&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;For the English version about Romusha:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.megaforpresident.org/bk/hutbk_19.htm"&gt;http://www.megaforpresident.org/bk/hutbk_19.htm&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3930978-86526905?l=kantjil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930978/posts/default/86526905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930978/posts/default/86526905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kantjil.blogspot.com/2002_12_22_archive.html#86526905' title=''/><author><name>kantjil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17318801424610615163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930978.post-86510247</id><published>2002-12-25T01:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-25T01:29:32.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Holland is populair bij de Indonesiers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://stadt.heim.at/hongkong/151284/Page-1.htm"&gt;Volendammer meisjes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3930978-86510247?l=kantjil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930978/posts/default/86510247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930978/posts/default/86510247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kantjil.blogspot.com/2002_12_22_archive.html#86510247' title=''/><author><name>kantjil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17318801424610615163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930978.post-86509681</id><published>2002-12-25T00:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-25T00:54:40.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;indo... Europeaan met een oosters hart.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Nederlanders op papier.&lt;br /&gt;maar hollanders zullen we nooit worden &lt;br /&gt;groet van een indo in hart en nier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3930978-86509681?l=kantjil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930978/posts/default/86509681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930978/posts/default/86509681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kantjil.blogspot.com/2002_12_22_archive.html#86509681' title=''/><author><name>kantjil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17318801424610615163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930978.post-86509643</id><published>2002-12-25T00:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-25T00:52:07.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Breng een bezoekje naar dit Indisch Gastenboek en zet een krabbeltje&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://members.lycos.nl/nieuwindisch/teksten/gastenboek.htm"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Indisch Gastenboek&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3930978-86509643?l=kantjil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930978/posts/default/86509643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930978/posts/default/86509643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kantjil.blogspot.com/2002_12_22_archive.html#86509643' title=''/><author><name>kantjil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17318801424610615163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930978.post-86491375</id><published>2002-12-24T12:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-24T12:46:35.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Indien U de foto's in het groot wilt bekijken ga dan naar mijn tempo- dulu albums, daar zitten een hoop oude foto's te wachten.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3930978-86491375?l=kantjil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930978/posts/default/86491375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930978/posts/default/86491375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kantjil.blogspot.com/2002_12_22_archive.html#86491375' title=''/><author><name>kantjil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17318801424610615163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930978.post-86491326</id><published>2002-12-24T12:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-24T12:44:53.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>don't know where this picture was taken....somebody???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic4.picturetrail.com:80/VOL53/829683/1484727/17373905.jpg" width=230&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3930978-86491326?l=kantjil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930978/posts/default/86491326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930978/posts/default/86491326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kantjil.blogspot.com/2002_12_22_archive.html#86491326' title=''/><author><name>kantjil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17318801424610615163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930978.post-86491297</id><published>2002-12-24T12:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-24T12:44:21.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>That's what I call a&lt;b&gt; real&lt;/b&gt; car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic4.picturetrail.com:80/VOL53/829683/1484727/17373992.jpg" width=240&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3930978-86491297?l=kantjil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930978/posts/default/86491297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930978/posts/default/86491297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kantjil.blogspot.com/2002_12_22_archive.html#86491297' title=''/><author><name>kantjil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17318801424610615163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930978.post-86491025</id><published>2002-12-24T12:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-24T12:35:04.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Waarzegger&lt;/b&gt;...het vogeltje,wat in de kooi zit, trekt een kaart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic4.picturetrail.com:80/VOL53/829683/1484727/17374020.jpg" width=240&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3930978-86491025?l=kantjil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930978/posts/default/86491025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930978/posts/default/86491025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kantjil.blogspot.com/2002_12_22_archive.html#86491025' title=''/><author><name>kantjil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17318801424610615163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930978.post-86490643</id><published>2002-12-24T12:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-24T12:23:17.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;harmonie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zovele culturen in mij maken een reis in de levensbooot&lt;br /&gt;waarom zou de bemanning moeten vechten tot op de dood?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waarom zou de kapitein moeten kiezen voor de een of de ander?&lt;br /&gt;elk van zijn bemanningsleden is uniek en allemaal even schrander&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'t is niet nodig om jezelf op te splitsen in blauw-wit rood&lt;br /&gt; ben een indo van binnen,van buiten en die blijf ik tot in den dood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3930978-86490643?l=kantjil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930978/posts/default/86490643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930978/posts/default/86490643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kantjil.blogspot.com/2002_12_22_archive.html#86490643' title=''/><author><name>kantjil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17318801424610615163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930978.post-86482702</id><published>2002-12-24T08:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-24T08:28:55.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Beatles - Drive My Car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asked a girl what she wanted to be&lt;br /&gt;She said baby, can't you see&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be famous, a star on the screen&lt;br /&gt;But you can do something in between&lt;br /&gt;Baby you can drive my car&lt;br /&gt;Yes I'm gonna be a star&lt;br /&gt;Baby you can drive my car&lt;br /&gt;And baby I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told a girl that my prospects were good&lt;br /&gt;And she said baby, it's understood&lt;br /&gt;Working for peanuts is all very fine&lt;br /&gt;But I can show you a better time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby you can drive my car&lt;br /&gt;Yes I'm gonna be a star&lt;br /&gt;Baby you can drive my car&lt;br /&gt;And baby I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beep beep'm beep beep yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby you can drive my car&lt;br /&gt;Yes I'm gonna be a star&lt;br /&gt;Baby you can drive my car&lt;br /&gt;And baby I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told a girl I can start right away&lt;br /&gt;And she said listen babe I got something to say&lt;br /&gt;I got no car and it's breaking my heart&lt;br /&gt;But I've found a driver and that's a start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby you can drive my car&lt;br /&gt;Yes I'm gonna be a star&lt;br /&gt;Baby you can drive my car&lt;br /&gt;And baby I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beep beep'm beep beep yeah&lt;br /&gt;Beep beep'm beep beep yeah&lt;br /&gt;Beep beep'm beep beep yeah&lt;br /&gt;Beep beep'm beep beep yeah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic4.picturetrail.com:80/VOL53/829683/1484727/17366006.jpg" width=256&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3930978-86482702?l=kantjil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930978/posts/default/86482702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930978/posts/default/86482702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kantjil.blogspot.com/2002_12_22_archive.html#86482702' title=''/><author><name>kantjil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17318801424610615163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930978.post-86482457</id><published>2002-12-24T08:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-24T08:12:21.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm gone fishing&lt;br /&gt;I got me a line&lt;br /&gt;Nothing I do is gonna make the difference&lt;br /&gt;So I'm taking the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you ain't never gonna be happy&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, anyway&lt;br /&gt;So I'm gone fishing&lt;br /&gt;And I'm going today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gone fishing&lt;br /&gt;Sounds crazy I know&lt;br /&gt;I know nothing about fishing&lt;br /&gt;But just watch me go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when the time has come&lt;br /&gt;I will look back and see&lt;br /&gt;Peace on the shoreline&lt;br /&gt;That could have been me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can waste a whole lifetime&lt;br /&gt;Trying to be&lt;br /&gt;What you think is expected of you&lt;br /&gt;But you'll never be free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May as well go fishing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chris rea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic4.picturetrail.com:80/VOL53/829683/1484727/17365946.jpg" width=245&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3930978-86482457?l=kantjil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930978/posts/default/86482457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930978/posts/default/86482457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kantjil.blogspot.com/2002_12_22_archive.html#86482457' title=''/><author><name>kantjil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17318801424610615163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930978.post-86481690</id><published>2002-12-24T07:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-24T08:27:00.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;kerstboom te Jakarta in de jaren '60&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic4.picturetrail.com:80/VOL53/829683/1484727/17365898.jpg" width=250&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.webfitz.com/lyrics/Lyrics/xmas/christmas2.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mistletunes.com/art/berry.jpg" align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuck Berry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well out of all the reindeers&lt;br /&gt;You know you're the mastermind &lt;br /&gt;Run, run, Rudolph,&lt;br /&gt;Randolph ain't too far behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run, run Rudolph, &lt;br /&gt;Santa's gotta make it to town&lt;br /&gt;Santa make him hurry&lt;br /&gt;Tell him he can take the freeway down&lt;br /&gt;Run, run Rudolph&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm reelin' like a merry-go-round&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said Santa to a boy child,&lt;br /&gt;'What have you been longing for?' &lt;br /&gt;All I want for Christmas is a rock 'n' roll electric guitar&lt;br /&gt;Then away went Rudolph whizzin like a shootin star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run, run Rudolph, &lt;br /&gt;Santa has to make it to town&lt;br /&gt;Santa make him hurry&lt;br /&gt;Tell him he can take the freeway down&lt;br /&gt;Run, run Rudolph, &lt;br /&gt;Reelin' like a merry-go-round&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;interlude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run, run Rudolph, &lt;br /&gt;Santa gotta make it to town&lt;br /&gt;Santa make him hurry&lt;br /&gt;Tell him he can take the freeway down&lt;br /&gt;Run, run Rudolph, &lt;br /&gt;I’m reelin' like a merry-go-round&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said Santa to a girl child,&lt;br /&gt;'What would please you most to get?' &lt;br /&gt;A little baby doll that can cry, sleep, drink, and wet&lt;br /&gt;And then away went Rudolph&lt;br /&gt;Whizzin' like a saber jet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run, run Rudolph, &lt;br /&gt;Santa gotta make it to town&lt;br /&gt;Santa make him hurry&lt;br /&gt;Tell him he can take the freeway down&lt;br /&gt;Run, run Rudolph, &lt;br /&gt;I’m reelin' like a merry-go-round&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3930978-86481690?l=kantjil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930978/posts/default/86481690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930978/posts/default/86481690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kantjil.blogspot.com/2002_12_22_archive.html#86481690' title=''/><author><name>kantjil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17318801424610615163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930978.post-86473849</id><published>2002-12-24T01:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-24T01:42:50.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Kerstfeest in Nederland Indie, jaren' 30&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heb deze 'gestolen' uit 'weerzien met Indie".&lt;br /&gt;Opvoering van een kerstverhaal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic4.picturetrail.com:80/VOL53/829683/1484727/17359504.jpg" width=380&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ik doe deze er gelijk bij ..&lt;b&gt;"Sinterklaas in Nederlands Indie"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tegenwoordig noemen ze het "Sinterklas".&lt;br /&gt;En nog steeds komt die stoomboot uit Spanje daar aangemonsterd.&lt;br /&gt;Zou de Sint kadootjes uitdelen onder de gehele bevolking daar? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic4.picturetrail.com:80/VOL53/829683/1484727/17359497.jpg" width=380&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3930978-86473849?l=kantjil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930978/posts/default/86473849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930978/posts/default/86473849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kantjil.blogspot.com/2002_12_22_archive.html#86473849' title=''/><author><name>kantjil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17318801424610615163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930978.post-86470660</id><published>2002-12-23T23:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-23T23:23:00.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Got this poem from the magazine&lt;br /&gt;"hua yi xie shang hui"&lt;br /&gt;A monthly magazine for all Chinese living in the Netherlands.&lt;br /&gt;The redactie is run by my teacher,friend,brother Augie.&lt;br /&gt;I publish  shanghai memories in here because its so beautifull.&lt;br /&gt;In a way I can feel what it means to close in a country in your heart&lt;br /&gt;while not living there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;my shanghai memories&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night is deep and I am lying on my bed&lt;br /&gt;I recall my experiences of those days in Shanghai&lt;br /&gt;The years of our life during the Great Cultural Revolution&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People were living, fighting, criticizing and some dying&lt;br /&gt;We were shocked and in desillusion, but we still held on&lt;br /&gt;I realize that the Revolution has vanished into smoke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past will be revealed, but........&lt;br /&gt;Who will tell the true story?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me the Great Cultural revolution is a closed book&lt;br /&gt;What remains are only pictures in my mind&lt;br /&gt;Still I have some perceptions, emotions and memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope it will never and never happen again&lt;br /&gt;The age of closed door policy is over&lt;br /&gt;The time will come for a better future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;China is far away but yet it seems so near&lt;br /&gt;Her spirit is always close to my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from Dr. Han Hwie-Song&lt;br /&gt;voorzitter van verenigingsblad "Hua Yi Xie Shang Hui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3930978-86470660?l=kantjil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930978/posts/default/86470660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930978/posts/default/86470660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kantjil.blogspot.com/2002_12_22_archive.html#86470660' title=''/><author><name>kantjil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17318801424610615163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930978.post-86469219</id><published>2002-12-23T22:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-23T22:37:17.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;ademhalingsoefening&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in de koude stroom van de ochtendlucht&lt;br /&gt;stelend de kracht met 1 diepe zucht&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kracht die hoop geeft in mijn hart&lt;br /&gt;alle wortels komende van eenzelfde start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;verschillende bomen her en der&lt;br /&gt;allerlei kleuren , dichtbij en ver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;al deze wortels komen tezaam&lt;br /&gt;in de grond waar onze voorouders staan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3930978-86469219?l=kantjil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930978/posts/default/86469219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930978/posts/default/86469219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kantjil.blogspot.com/2002_12_22_archive.html#86469219' title=''/><author><name>kantjil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17318801424610615163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930978.post-86455563</id><published>2002-12-23T16:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-23T16:04:51.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;kerstmis belicht&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wat vieren we eigenlijk met kerstfeest?&lt;br /&gt;Is het de geboorte van Jezus?&lt;br /&gt;Of is het een oud gebruik in een nieuw jasje?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jezus is ergens in augustus geboren&lt;br /&gt;het vaticaan heeft dit officieel erkend&lt;br /&gt;maar niet aan de heilige grote klok gehangen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we vieren het lichtfeest in deze donkere dagen&lt;br /&gt;de kerstballen functioneren als spiegels&lt;br /&gt;zodat de boze geesten schrikken als ze erin kijken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dit lichtfeest is ouder dan Jezus zelf&lt;br /&gt;hoe makkelijk is het om het christelijk geloof&lt;br /&gt;te introduceren als je het koppelt aan een bestaand gebruik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wat heeft dit verhaal te maken met mijn indische achtergrond?&lt;br /&gt;Alles! Jezus is ge-as-si-mi-leerd, geintregeerd&lt;br /&gt;in een germaanse samenleving, op basis van een leugen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps.&lt;br /&gt;dit doet niet af aan mijn respect voor Jezus&lt;br /&gt;een mens van vlees en bloed&lt;br /&gt;een bijzonder mens, maar van vlees en bloed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wilt U mij kruisigen op mijn uitspraken?&lt;br /&gt;dat kan!&lt;br /&gt;Graag met verzilverde nagels, niet voor minder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3930978-86455563?l=kantjil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930978/posts/default/86455563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930978/posts/default/86455563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kantjil.blogspot.com/2002_12_22_archive.html#86455563' title=''/><author><name>kantjil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17318801424610615163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930978.post-86452335</id><published>2002-12-23T14:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-23T14:28:07.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>May the coming Christmasdays bring light&lt;br /&gt;light in your hearts, light in each other&lt;br /&gt;may this warm feeling stop all inner fight &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my prayer for you&lt;br /&gt;my wishes are there&lt;br /&gt;my wishes are true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semoga Natal ini membawa cahaya&lt;br /&gt;Menerangi hatimu &amp; menerangi hati semua orang&lt;br /&gt;Semoga kehangatan ini menghentikan semua pertengkaran &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ini doaku untukmu&lt;br /&gt;Harapanku ada disana&lt;br /&gt;dan benar-benar nyata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3930978-86452335?l=kantjil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930978/posts/default/86452335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930978/posts/default/86452335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kantjil.blogspot.com/2002_12_22_archive.html#86452335' title=''/><author><name>kantjil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17318801424610615163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930978.post-86431457</id><published>2002-12-23T03:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-23T03:37:53.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;De DETA-jongens&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1949 wierven het Gouvernement en het Militair Commando 1012 Indische jongens uit Nederlands Indië aan, om als contractant voor de duur van een jaar in Nieuw Guinea bij de DETA, de "Dienst Economische en Technische Aangelegenheden" aan de opbouw van dat land te gaan werken. &lt;br /&gt;Na het contract kon men zich blijvend in Nieuw Guinea vestigen of vertrekken. Vijfendertig man zijn teruggekeerd naar Indonesië en een tiental is naar Nederland vertrokken. Van de ruim 1000 contractanten zijn er + 700 bij de D.E.T.A. en + 300 bij de Genie te werk gesteld. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lees het complete en boeiende verhaal van de DETA-jongens, over de opbouw van Hollandia en Nederlands Nieuw Guinea, de namen van de schepen die de jongens vervoerden, de passagierslijsten, de huisvesting, Hollandia&lt;br /&gt;in de jaren 1950 en nog veel meer...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.londoh.com/deta_index.htm"&gt;http://www.londoh.com/deta_index.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3930978-86431457?l=kantjil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930978/posts/default/86431457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930978/posts/default/86431457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kantjil.blogspot.com/2002_12_22_archive.html#86431457' title=''/><author><name>kantjil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17318801424610615163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930978.post-86373536</id><published>2002-12-21T14:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-22T15:20:50.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://groups.msn.com/_Secure/0TQDjAmwWm1HXxpjE*4dS0VHPOnjI6Gh*XdUuWiHOYDS4kuTDRnsb8MXLHidnSFi3eKTNfz9ORhTgoijcadRFTcS8xMqRZRSSzCDhs!5umGtwZsM2xk19fQ/dc20a656d6748a48.jpg?dc=4675402111507704578" width=240&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kantjil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a poem about myself&lt;br /&gt;who am I, what am I?&lt;br /&gt;a capricorn with asianblood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;raised with electric blues&lt;br /&gt;my guitar can shoot bullets&lt;br /&gt;like a machine gun in the sawah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where does my journey go to?&lt;br /&gt;walking to the nature of my soul&lt;br /&gt;riding with the wind of my forefathers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and still I don't know who I am&lt;br /&gt;half asian,half dutch&lt;br /&gt;indo-man&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kantjil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ini puisi tentang saya&lt;br /&gt;siapa saya, dan apakah saya ini?&lt;br /&gt;seorang capricorn berdarah asia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dibesarkan dengan musik blues &lt;br /&gt;gitarku bisa melepaskan peluru&lt;br /&gt;seperti senapan di tengah sawah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kemanakah kira-kira perginya perjalananku ini?&lt;br /&gt;pergi menuju kemurnian jiwa&lt;br /&gt;dengan mengendarai angin milik nenek moyangku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi tetap saja aku tak tahu siapa diriku&lt;br /&gt;setengah asia, setengah belanda&lt;br /&gt;orang indo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3930978-86373536?l=kantjil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930978/posts/default/86373536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930978/posts/default/86373536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kantjil.blogspot.com/2002_12_15_archive.html#86373536' title=''/><author><name>kantjil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17318801424610615163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930978.post-86371098</id><published>2002-12-21T12:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-21T12:47:24.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gij Vrouw van Insulind'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De vijand raast met wreed geweld,&lt;br /&gt;sloeg huis en haard kapot.&lt;br /&gt;Ontnam U allen man en geld,&lt;br /&gt;had maling aan Uw lot.&lt;br /&gt;Daar stond gij weerloos met Uw kind,&lt;br /&gt;gij vrouw van Insulind'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Door zorg gestaald, door nood verlicht,&lt;br /&gt;tot nieuwe kracht en moed.&lt;br /&gt;Een glimlach op Uw aangezicht,&lt;br /&gt;wat leed men U ook doet.&lt;br /&gt;En fier nog staat gij met Uw kind,&lt;br /&gt;gij vrouw van Insulind'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Houdt moedig stand en wankelt niet,&lt;br /&gt;reeds breekt victorie baan.&lt;br /&gt;De dag der glorie in 't verschiet,&lt;br /&gt;de legers rukken aan.&lt;br /&gt;Vol trouwe wacht gij met Uw kind,&lt;br /&gt;gij vrouw van Insulind'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wij brengen hulde aan die trouw,&lt;br /&gt;die fierheid, moed en kracht.&lt;br /&gt;Wij danken U , O eedle vrouw,&lt;br /&gt;voor wat gij hebt volbracht.&lt;br /&gt;Aanvaard deez' hulde met Uw kind,&lt;br /&gt;gij vrouw van Insulind'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Als straks de vlaggen wapp'ren gaan,&lt;br /&gt;de strijd weer is gestaakt.&lt;br /&gt;Zult gij in de eerste rijen staan,&lt;br /&gt;een juichkreet wordt geslaakt.&lt;br /&gt;Gij triumpheert dan met Uw kind,&lt;br /&gt;gij vrouw van Insulind'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gedicht van Warnaars uit gevangenis Pekalongan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3930978-86371098?l=kantjil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930978/posts/default/86371098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930978/posts/default/86371098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kantjil.blogspot.com/2002_12_15_archive.html#86371098' title=''/><author><name>kantjil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17318801424610615163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930978.post-86369339</id><published>2002-12-21T11:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-21T11:44:47.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>familieverhalen uit Nederlands Indie &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kortland-wilkens.net/wilkens/wilkens.html"&gt;http://www.kortland-wilkens.net/wilkens/wilkens.html&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buigen in de hete zon &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4en5mei.nl/05vrijheid/dejonge.html"&gt;http://www.4en5mei.nl/05vrijheid/dejonge.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3930978-86369339?l=kantjil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930978/posts/default/86369339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930978/posts/default/86369339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kantjil.blogspot.com/2002_12_15_archive.html#86369339' title=''/><author><name>kantjil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17318801424610615163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930978.post-86369210</id><published>2002-12-21T11:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-21T11:43:37.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Kwam deze tijdens het surfen tegen, als je korte verhalen wilt lezen van de veteranen die in Nederlands Indie hebben gevochten. &lt;br /&gt;veteranen online... &lt;a href="http://home.wanadoo.nl/bekkenk/indie1.htm"&gt; http://home.wanadoo.nl/bekkenk/indie1.htm&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3930978-86369210?l=kantjil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930978/posts/default/86369210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930978/posts/default/86369210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kantjil.blogspot.com/2002_12_15_archive.html#86369210' title=''/><author><name>kantjil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17318801424610615163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930978.post-86358816</id><published>2002-12-21T04:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-21T04:51:26.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;De proclamatie van 17 augustus 1945&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De geschiedenis leert dat de Nederlanders en andere Europese volkeren, die hun macht wilden handhaven over het rijke Indonesie, in staat waren eeuwenlang hun koloniale heerschappij uit te oefenen dankzij de taktiek van het zaaien van tweedracht tussen de etnische groeperingen van Indonesie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De geschiedenis getuigt ook van het geweld van de Japanse overheersing van Indonesie om zijn tirannieke bewind mogelijk te maken, dat gecamoufleerd werd door het lied over de ‘Japans-Indonesische gelijkheid’ van een luid zingend koor, dat verkondigde dat Indonesie een broedervolk is van Dai Nippon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De geschiedenis getuigt ook van Soekarno en zijn pro-republikeinse aanhang, deze Soekarno die Indonesie een burgeroorlog aan het opdringen was onder de camouflage van 1 Indonesie, 1 volk, vrijheid voor het Indonesische volk; de bersiap was geboren.&lt;br /&gt;Zijn werkelijke bedoeling was eigenlijk het verwezenlijken van het Majapahit- rijk om het Indonesische volk te koloniseren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Als je een nauwkeurige studie maakt van het Majapahit-rijk zal je er achter komen dat de strijd die Majapahit voerde geen strijd was om onafhankelijkheid, maar een strijd om macht, een strijd om een imperium, om heel Indonesie te beheersen en te overheersen.&lt;br /&gt;Soekarna was in feite een nihilist, een visionair die droomde over de realisering van de imperialistische ambities van Majapahit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soekarno en zijn Majapahistische groep hadden een goed argument gevonden voor de verwezenlijking van het idee van de Majapahit-overheersing door listig gebruik te maken van de tragedie van het buitenlands imperialisme in Indonesie en door te spreken over Nationale onafhankelijkheid en over voorspoed en welvaart van de hele Indonesische natie, zoals was vastgelegd in de proclamatie van 17 augustus 1945.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Het is zeker waar dat deze proclamatie van 17 augustus aanvaard werd door alle etnische groeperingen van Indonesie als de onafhankelijkheidsproclamatie van het Indonesische volk om zichzelf van de Nederlandse overheersing te bevrijden.&lt;br /&gt;Maar aan de andere kant kwamen ook al deze etnische groeperingen in opstand tegen deze proclamatie van 17 augustus 1945.&lt;br /&gt;Deze etnische groeperingen voelden zich niet als een volk dat afstamde van Majapahit en wilden dus helemaal niet de imperialistische aspiraties van Majapahit verwezenlijken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanaf het allereerste begin, van voordat de Portugezen, de Spanjaarden, de Hollanders, de Engelsen, de Japanners en welke vreemde natie ook die Indonesie koloniseerden, bezaten alle Indonesische etnische groeperingen hun eigen onafhankelijke staat, met hun eigen territoriale grenzen en soeverniteit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De bersiapperiode die op 17 augustus 1945 begon was geen Indonesische nationale strijd, geen Nationale revolutie, maar een uitbarsting van vrijheidsverlangens van alle Indonesische etnische groeperingen.&lt;br /&gt;Het was een revolutie van alle etnische groeperingen gezamenlijk, die zich spontaan wilden bevrijden van de onderdrukking van het ‘Indonesische feodale stelsel’ en van de ‘Koloniale overheersing’ door Holland en Japan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De bersiap had dus tweeerlei doel;&lt;br /&gt;1.zichzelf bevrijden van het &lt;b&gt;Indonesische feodale stelsel&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.zichzelf bevrijden van de &lt;b&gt;koloniale overheersing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Etnische groeperingen in Indonesie wilden hun eigen onafhankelijke staat en wilden niet onder Soekarno en zijn Majapahit-rijk dienen.&lt;br /&gt;Daarom:&lt;br /&gt;-organiseerde de Islamitische gemeenschap van Indonesie een strijd op eigen houtje.&lt;br /&gt;-organiseerden de Indonesische communisten hun eigen strijd&lt;br /&gt;-proclameerden de leiders der Zuid-Molukken de onafhankelijkheid van het gebied der Zuid-Molukken.&lt;br /&gt;-werd aan Indonesie een burgeroorlog opgedrongen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soekarno en de zijnen hebben het recht op onafhankelijkheid van de andere Indonesische groeperingen op cultureel, politiek en economiosch gebied geschonden.&lt;br /&gt;Ik zal dit in een volgend schrijven verduidelijken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wat ik hiermee wil duidelijk maken is dit;&lt;br /&gt;De bersiapperiode is traumatisch geweest voor de Nederlanders, de Indische Nederlanders in het bijzonder.&lt;br /&gt;Nog steeds zijn deze traumatische ervaringen van de bersiapperiode vernietigend werkzaam in de mensen die dit hebben meegemaakt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maar degenen die ook nog steeds leiden t.g.v die onafhankelijkheid zijn de Indonesiers zelf, Zij worden in feite nog steeds overheerst.&lt;br /&gt;De etnische groeperingen van Indonesie hebben nog steeds geen onafhankelijkheid, geen souverniteit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3930978-86358816?l=kantjil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930978/posts/default/86358816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930978/posts/default/86358816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kantjil.blogspot.com/2002_12_15_archive.html#86358816' title=''/><author><name>kantjil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17318801424610615163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930978.post-86188373</id><published>2002-12-17T15:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-17T15:05:00.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bengawan solo, waarom zo stil pa?&lt;br /&gt;di mana jouw gedachten?&lt;br /&gt;di tanah yang kamu cinta?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je hoeft niets te zeggen, het is heimwee&lt;br /&gt;elke trilling in jou vertelt zijn verhaal&lt;br /&gt;een verhaal van verlangen naar de tukang sate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Het is jouw verhaal, jouw geschiedenis, jouw leven&lt;br /&gt;ik ben zo benieuwd&lt;br /&gt;coba, vertel,deel het met me, al is 't maar voor heel even&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3930978-86188373?l=kantjil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930978/posts/default/86188373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930978/posts/default/86188373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kantjil.blogspot.com/2002_12_15_archive.html#86188373' title=''/><author><name>kantjil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17318801424610615163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930978.post-86163243</id><published>2002-12-17T04:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-17T04:56:37.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Een glas water bij de rijsttafel....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waar komt dit vandaan? Het is niet typisch Indonesisch.&lt;br /&gt;Nee, de indo uit Nederlands Indie was meer Amerikaans georienteerd.&lt;br /&gt;De Amerikanen hebben dit glas water bij hun maaltijd geintroduceerd.&lt;br /&gt;Hollywoodfilms draaiden toen volop in Nederlands Indie, rock 'n roll was &lt;br /&gt;een normaal begrip daar onder de indo's.  De indorock is daaruit voortgekomen(met een eigen sound,uniek! )&lt;br /&gt;Hoeveel indo's zijn er niet naar Amerika vertrokken omdat Nederland te koud en te klein was?&lt;br /&gt;Eigenlijk kunnen wij overal makkelijk aarden, zonder ons indo-gevoel te verliezen.&lt;br /&gt;Ja, die ouderen hebben dat aan ons meegegeven...dat gevoel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3930978-86163243?l=kantjil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930978/posts/default/86163243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930978/posts/default/86163243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kantjil.blogspot.com/2002_12_15_archive.html#86163243' title=''/><author><name>kantjil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17318801424610615163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930978.post-86133096</id><published>2002-12-16T14:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-16T14:44:05.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>De Indo, zovele kleuren ; zwart, blank, bruin en blond&lt;br /&gt;ieder zijn kleur met een verschillende achtergrond&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoveel verschillen, en toch zijn we 1&lt;br /&gt;het is ons Oosters hart, DAT hebben wij gemeen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Een Oosters hart gedrenkt in Nederlandse cultuur&lt;br /&gt;assimilatie kon het niet doven, dit Oosterse vuur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nog niet zo gek lang geleden heeft Nederland ons ge-echt&lt;br /&gt;voor dit gebeurde hadden ze ons eeuwenlang geknecht&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toen onze voorouders hunkerden naar gerechtigheid&lt;br /&gt;toen pas zijn we ge-echt, terima kasih Hare Majesteit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ge-echt op papier, maar de gekleurde verschillen zijn gebleven&lt;br /&gt;onze voorouders, een 10 kregen ze nooit, altijd een magere zeven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3930978-86133096?l=kantjil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930978/posts/default/86133096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930978/posts/default/86133096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kantjil.blogspot.com/2002_12_15_archive.html#86133096' title=''/><author><name>kantjil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17318801424610615163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930978.post-85935564</id><published>2002-12-12T23:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-12T23:46:53.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Geschreven door A. Jiao, het orgineel is in Mandarijn Chinees)&lt;br /&gt;Geschreven n.a.v. de gebeurtenissen in 1998, de moorden en verkrachtingen tegen de etnische Chinezen in Indonesia.&lt;br /&gt;Hoe hij werd gered door het dragen van een peci&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;peci&lt;/b&gt; (a black velvet cap worn by moslim man in Indonesia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The combination of of ubiquitos dust- legacy of a long dry season-and air pollution made it hard to breathe.&lt;br /&gt;I was giving Salman a ride on my Vespa through the shopping precinct.&lt;br /&gt;The next night his son was to be circumcised and he'd asked me to take him shopping.&lt;br /&gt;I parked the bike and we strapped our helmets to it then set off towards the supermarket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly another clup of dark clouds appeared in the distance and began to approuch us.&lt;br /&gt;This time it was a mass of people, shouting hysterically as they run towards us.&lt;br /&gt;As they got closer the normal confused cacophony of voices in the market began to recede, and people&lt;br /&gt;ran off to hide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an instant the steel shop doors were slammed shut.&lt;br /&gt;"A Siong, lets get out of here!"&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of the chaos Salman was pushing me back towards the bike.&lt;br /&gt;When I'd got it going, I suddenly felt him behind me, jamming his peci, which he wore everyday, onto my head.&lt;br /&gt;The mob swarmed past me, screaming hysterically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I concentrated on keeping control of the bike.&lt;br /&gt;I could hear Salman praying behind me, it sounded as if he was reciting verses from the Koran.&lt;br /&gt;Eventually we were clear of the commotion and I picked up the speed, glancing back from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Near where I'd parked the bike I could see a number of vehicles in flames.&lt;br /&gt;Thick smoke billowed above the supermarket, mingling with the clouds.&lt;br /&gt;Yet another tragedy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, I ached inside.&lt;br /&gt;I touched the velvet peci.&lt;br /&gt;I was so moved.&lt;br /&gt;I'd seen him wearing it everyday for the last ten years or more, but I'd never really noticed it.&lt;br /&gt;Who would have thought that one day I'd wear that very same peci and that it would save me from disaster?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3930978-85935564?l=kantjil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930978/posts/default/85935564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930978/posts/default/85935564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kantjil.blogspot.com/2002_12_08_archive.html#85935564' title=''/><author><name>kantjil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17318801424610615163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930978.post-85878960</id><published>2002-12-11T21:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-11T21:37:25.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;sinterklaas had een schrikkeljaar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinterklaas had een schrikkeljaar&lt;br /&gt;1 dag eerder dan normaal&lt;br /&gt;veel mensen vonden dit een misbaar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waarom moet de Sint wijken voor de Muzelman?&lt;br /&gt;het is toch ons land, ons feest?&lt;br /&gt;zij moeten zich aanpassen of niet dan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nederland, heb jij je vroeger aangepast?&lt;br /&gt;de Gordel van Smaragd hadden jullie gestolen&lt;br /&gt;vermoord, verkracht, de Muzelman bijna vergast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De gestolen waar, door plundering verkregen, schittert nog in jouw land&lt;br /&gt;bloed en zweet kleeft aan elke steen&lt;br /&gt;al jouw stiefkinderen wil je nu stilletjes gaan begraven onder wit zand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In ruil voor al jouw aangedane leed, 1 dag eerder een sinterklaasfeest&lt;br /&gt;wil je hiermee laten zien dat jullie om je stiefkinderen geven?&lt;br /&gt;of is het weer een zoveelste gebaar geboren uit een handelsgeest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3930978-85878960?l=kantjil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930978/posts/default/85878960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930978/posts/default/85878960'/><link rel='alternate' 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of op ons werk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;een gevoel wat er altijd zal zijn, generaties lang&lt;br /&gt;trots leidt tot grootheidswaanzin, daarvoor ben ik bang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nee, ik ben niet trots om een indo te zijn, ik ben bewust&lt;br /&gt;bewust van mijn achtergrond, de indo in mij is gerust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3930978-85827444?l=kantjil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930978/posts/default/85827444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930978/posts/default/85827444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kantjil.blogspot.com/2002_12_08_archive.html#85827444' title=''/><author><name>kantjil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17318801424610615163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930978.post-85804351</id><published>2002-12-10T14:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-10T14:30:25.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://pic4.picturetrail.com:80/VOL57/705155/1183919/14487250.jpg" width= 230&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Met stille trom&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met stille trom zijn ze hier gekomen&lt;br /&gt;weg, uit het land van hun dromen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jarenlang hebben ze hier gewoond&lt;br /&gt;hun assimilatie is nooit bekroond&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hun verhaal is nooit gehoord&lt;br /&gt;geen interesse in hun woord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alleen bekend en geliefd om hun eten&lt;br /&gt;de muziek, de pasar en God zal het weten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met stille trom vertrekken de ouderen weer&lt;br /&gt;een laatste rustplaats om te dromen van weleer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3930978-85804351?l=kantjil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930978/posts/default/85804351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930978/posts/default/85804351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kantjil.blogspot.com/2002_12_08_archive.html#85804351' title=''/><author><name>kantjil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17318801424610615163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930978.post-85721959</id><published>2002-12-09T03:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-09T03:12:59.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pelita... terima kasih!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geboren uit wortels met verschillende kleur&lt;br /&gt;jouw tongval spreekt nog steeds deze erfenis&lt;br /&gt;jouw huis herbergt nog altijd die tropische geur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verbannen uit jouw land, de pijn was rouw&lt;br /&gt;je mocht kiezen, maar een keus was er niet&lt;br /&gt;welkom hier, en verdwijn maar gauw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ge-assimileerd, maar de kleur is gebleven&lt;br /&gt;na zoveel jaren hard werk, mijmerend in herinneringen&lt;br /&gt;voor het eerst zie ik je van verdriet en onmacht beven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;voor mijn vader die nu na zovele jaren hard werk zichzelf heeft weg ge-assimileerd,en nu als oude man zijn schild langzaam verpulverd, komt pijn&lt;br /&gt;en onverwerkt verdriet naar boven.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pelita... terima kasih for helping him!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3930978-85721959?l=kantjil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930978/posts/default/85721959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930978/posts/default/85721959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kantjil.blogspot.com/2002_12_08_archive.html#85721959' title=''/><author><name>kantjil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17318801424610615163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930978.post-85630141</id><published>2002-12-06T22:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-06T22:59:52.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Hadden wij de kolonie wel moeten teruggeven aan jullie?"&lt;br /&gt;Een opmerking die een kennis van mij te horen kreeg by wijze van grap&lt;br /&gt;op haar werk, een ministerie, ze werkte er pas een paar maanden.&lt;br /&gt;Botte en discriminerende opmerking die ertoe geleid heeft dat ze nu&lt;br /&gt;op zoek is naar een andere baan, ze heeft het vertrouwen verloren in haar collega's.&lt;br /&gt;Ik ken haar goed, niet iemand die zich gauw op haar teentjes getrapt voelt en heeft&lt;br /&gt;altijd haar zegje klaar.&lt;br /&gt;Nederland mag nu zeggen wat ze eigenlijk denkt.&lt;br /&gt;saluut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;een mistige ochtend,een vluchtige blik in elkaars hart&lt;br /&gt;In een oogopslag delen we onze verborgen geschiedenis &lt;br /&gt;het zijn onze gezamenlijke roots met ieder zijn eigen part&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;een stem klinkt zachtjes in de toko&lt;br /&gt;"twee tahu petis alsjeblieft"&lt;br /&gt;eeuwen geschiedenis in een stem; De Indo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erkenning in een vaag silhouet genaamd "het gebaar"&lt;br /&gt;twee zijden, 1 munt,welke kant?&lt;br /&gt;sudah, laat maar,wij delen al iets moois; herkenning in elkaar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3930978-84279423?l=kantjil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930978/posts/default/84279423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930978/posts/default/84279423'/><link 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