graphs of my Universe
Laughter, Beloved
Lets the hope fly, fear sink down.
Senses everywhere--
there are so many bubbles that are ready to pop up, freeing you to the air
unfortunately too many bubbles are misunderstood to be balloons…..
…. which will explode & free you to the air
😂
Today I went for lunch in one traditional Japanese restaurant that serve authentic Japanese omakase (お任せ) — a Japanese dining style meaning “I’ll leave it up to you,” where customers entrust the chef to curate a personalized, multi-course meal, typically using the freshest, premium, and seasonal ingredients (Google).
I chose Gion Maruyama because by review it is claimed as consistently awarded 2 Michelin stars for many years.
The young chef serving my kaiseki set said it is a family owned restaurant that has run for almost 39 years; he is the 2nd generation & has been see ing for 9 years. Before I left the site, his father (the founder) greeted me with the typical Japanese salute (arigatou gozaimasu + body bowing deeply).
What an honor to have met both of them.
Gion Maruyama omakase should be part of a serene visit to Kyoto. Excellent food. Serene place.
Thank you very much!
I’ll be back.
Location: 570-171 Gionmachi Minamigawa, Higashiyama Ward, Kyoto, 605-0074
sakizuke
onjaku
mukozuke
Japanese owa sumashi-jiru (soup bowl)
main dish (yakimono — awabi, abalone)
main dish (yakimono — takemono, bamboo shoot & yaki-onigiri, grilled rice ball)
takiawase (simmered dish — kamo-nabe, duck pot; negi, scallion; awake, wheat gluten; Kona-sansho)
chinmi (delicacies) – tomato; anago-yawate-maki; fuki-no-to-dengaku; maguro-shoga-ni; aka-konnyaku; shiro-kikurage
soup, rice + mentaiko, miso soup
mizumono (dessert): warabi-mochi, strawberry, melon, Setoka orange, coconut-sherbet with peppermint
tea, roasted tea, macha & ginger ale
normal meal set in Kyoto Station
tada!!!
I can never understand the mindset of some married women who keep bugging me with questions that make me look not worthy enough just because I’m not married.
This time they’re too much. They used to bug through my mother until she passed away last year and now I decided to cut them off from WhatsApp contact list.
Some married female friends will only come back to me for two reasons:
⁃ They need financial supports and/or
⁃ They feel like giving me advices (even when I don’t need it) as it is always about “don’t work too hard”, “you’d better get married soon”, “life is better to be with someone”, “don’t flex your success”, blahblahblah….
Busy!
I started thinking that people who are not happy will tend to make others feel unhappy or even unworthy.
Tea, Beloved? Yes.
Served with no sugar, with love
In a lovely day
thank you for the company!
be always loved!
How I thank, my love
To the spaciousness within?
Dancing or singing?
Or simply talking nonsense
In a morning cup of tea?
Soaring, Beloved
With this wind beneath my wings--
This breathing frees us.
Rainy nights, my love
Send music that knocks the walls
With a sweet greeting.
This heart is working
And resting while you're pulsing.
Never stop loving--
it’s a machine producing vibe in life, hope in every step — heart it is
She's a ghost within
Drawn with steps, breaths and thoughts.
Colouring a life--
a ghost within reminding me everyday that no one is perfect
a self portrait of 50% or maybe 0% or maybe 100% each day I touch it
looking like a ghost of my own dead
😁
How beautiful he is
Like a butterfly
Flying on a daisy
To another so lightly.
A daisy she is
Just one of the visited
Then forgotten
Like her own petals
Falling one by one.
Age, Beloved
Counts.
This love, Beloved
Flies from nowhere to your head
That thinks not of me.
Do I exist when you do?
Rose tint that will fade away--
the wish is for red roses but what’s coming is red butterflies that will keep the cycle on and on.
Yes life is a vast ocean of options including a Saturday night.
Find the smallest fun tonight yooow!
💙
Pretty blooms, my love
Silently welcomes a smile.
Always surprising--
do you see the slim line? a stem of flowers to be – golden shower, the shower room gang
I'm afraid that someday I can't fall in love anymore,
Yet if that day comes, it's still fine
As it means
You are the one falling in love with this soul and won't ever let her go.
How can they be
Part of me?
Emerging
Merging
Like a history.
Who am I? Or who am I supposed to be?
Are those in possibly?
Or none?
Let it be.
Semar
his wisdom & simplicity — my #1 wayang kulit
Anggraeni
my #1 female wayang, a nobody in the wayang box, a loyal wife to a loyal husband — a humble abode for a humble soul
Anoman
he is a symbol of sheer devotion & vitality — what’s more do you want in life?
Larasati
an intelligent woman married to a superior man — still she is willing to be a humble background although she is allegedly much more skilful than her well-known husband, Arjuna
Sri Kresna
I used to misunderstand about his super wised-up character until finding him a mastermind of the biggest battle of a family — The Bharatayudha
no more Sri Kresna as my super wayang
Arjuna
I used to think a perfect man is like him until finding myself as someone who asks too many questions; no perfect man –if like him– can handle me
I let go off him long time ago
😎
Limbuk
I thought I was one princess in the wayang box but I am ok to be her — someone who is willing to be as humble as herself, fun as herself, relaxed as herself, witty as herself, confident as herself, flirtatious as herself, devoted as herself, mature yet childlike as herself, happy-go-lucky as herself
just like herself in herself wherever she is put to be
Bima
my father’s favourite
A cup of coffee
That I've never sipped-- yet I'm
Intoxicated.
Dissolved, Beloved
To the air that we both breathe.
I'm full with your love.
Loving it❣️❣️❣️
I miss playing in the rain, splashing mud to celebrate my day with standing water
loving doing it in front of mirror
a favourite pose of selfie
when I want to look pretty
🌻
What I’ve felt about myself for the last two weeks has been amazing at the same time embarrassing. The amazement of seeing how heart can leap just because of listening to someone’s voice is unbearable. The embarrassment of seeing how this heart is still leaping because of listening to someone’s voice is also unbearable.
Do I want to keep it?
I don’t have any plan. I just want to enjoy how my heart does this so genuinely. And at the same time I probably would love to see if that voice is just an acting disc that hits one wall but actually targets another side. Something new, something that might give me a different turn in my journey– I don’t want to trust any human being living but myself , but this journey is what I believe.
Beloved, show me the true face of Life in which….
You show the true face of Death.
Thank you.
true face of life & death
All is flown, my love
Like laughter after a joke
Called life. Serious?
missing home where laughing alone is free 😁
Sometimes support is simply lending space to those feeling so packed within.
How tiring is it, love?
Rather,
In a way so much,
Yet someday it would feel like
"Yay! I did my best in their worst time!"
I’ve seen cats hanging almost falling with no hope of being safe; I catch them with love although then they sprint away, leaving no trace, no smile, just a look full with suspicion as if saying “why did you help me, stupid?!”
😁
It's cherry blossom
Gracefully sway down to earth.
Mother's pink blanket--
under late cherry blossom, Himeji
Dress and umbrella
Get wet by the dancing rain.
Water festival--
It's bright, Beloved.
Not a day. Not a night. You--
Shine with rays of sun..
bright within
Shadow, Beloved
With whom this body's playing.
Well dissipated--
some people prefer working on their shadows, I’m in
Oh, Beloved, my!
It's written. Who will read it?
If no heart recites.
maktoub
Let sunflower seeds be sunflower seeds either in a jar of sunflower seeds on a coffee table or a bed of sunflower seeds in a garden.
🍀
rike jokanan 
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