A martyr has died
To feed me in a dining.
Prawn stared at me, smiled.
Thanks for the nice dining after flight.
A not so nice flight had made me and my colleague starved and we decided to visit JEWEL CHANGI (for the first time, in fact we go to this airport every single week). And we found one recommended restaurant. Ordering, dining, chatting, gossiping, then going home before welcoming next week with fresher selves.
Temasek – August 23, 2019 / 21:34
my mood 🎶
Snow freezes to ice.
Ice crystal breaks to water —
With a sneeze of jokes.
What do you expect from a situation that makes people tense up without strong ground? The only sacrifice worth doing is to make a joke out of the tension. Just laugh at yourselves and spread the joy.
Today I found a happy moment when my audience finally got relaxed and admitted that mistake should be taken as mistake by fixing it. And they agreed with me at how funny it is to be a Joker that makes silly mistakes again and again to be reluctantly laughed at by the same spectator – ME.
We laughed together after the commitment was signed.
It takes just one joke to make a Joker admits that he doesn’t joke enough.
Mission accomplished —
KLIA to Changi – August 20, 2019 / 19:05
I need a space every now and then.
Evenasentencedoesn’treadwithoutaspace.
Ok, dear beloved Self…. I give you big space. Just be alert, your holiday is coming and the space shouldn’t turn into a gap.
I really love myself.
Kuala Lumpur, Jalan Imbi – August 18, 2018 / 20:55
Do you see a kitten in the picture? No? You’re right, I gave it a space 🐈
It’s less than one cent,
Doesn’t reflect in peoples’ slip.
Underpayment! R’pay!
Have we thought of what underpayment we have given to our own Life? Or to others’?
Promise, committment…
Ethical, fair…
Be true.
Life is the most accurate Calculator.
Singapore – August 18, 2019 / 10:50am
Between breezes, she
Seeks the warmth of slowing time:
I miss my home now.
Soekarno Hatta Intl’ Airport Jakarta, waiting for the bird flying me over to a place called home.
August 17, 2019 / 13:15
August 17, 2019
Jakarta
She’s documented.
Ready itinerary —
Let’s take a short break!
I’ve got my visa ready. A holiday is waiting for me. Thanks, Love for the chance of rest as I wish.
I’ve got a total of 30-day holiday in a year, but very rare I can enjoy it. This year is different though — it’s gonna be fun days of holiday in 2019! Breathing fresh air, giving space to my senses from receiving incoming negativity. Just giving a chance to my own battery to recharge!
See you there, Books and Nature. Welcome this Soul.
Jakarta – August 16, 2019 – 06:00am (Western Indonesia Time zone)
Neither drink nor drugs,
Just laughter and chat– Best friends
Hit Jakarta air.
Jakarta – August 15, 2019 / 21:45
Don’t come to her fake.
Whatever face you’re of, stay!
Darn! Botox has failed.
Temasek – August 14, 2019 / 00:06
Freedom to express:
Same as “whatever I like”?
My balcony cries.
I feel that this long weekend is really long and giving me great deal of space. My passport is retained for a visa vignette so I can’t fly out to give Singapore a break. Yet, I find that being at home for 4 days is amazingly beautiful experience. Cooking, reading, watching movies, listening to my oldies jazzzzzzzah and daydreaming…. But I missed one thing; I’ve left my plants with just watering without greeting. I’m looking out at all of my plants through the window, I hope they are still as happy as can be. If they want to express their protest, let them come to my dream and say “Dear, Human. Be wise and greet me.” 🥰
What’s in the cask, Bruh?
Wine or tea? — I never know
Until the party starts.
Beware of a mind-twisting haiku!
This haiku contains a conversation between two fools who wanted to know what was inside a cask. Both were waiting for a party to start and hoped to enjoy the content of the cask. When would the party come? No idea, oye Fools…. 🙂
Life is like a party that never comes on time when a fool is only waiting for someone to open the cask. To enjoy the content of the cask, those fools should have openned it and spilled whatever inside it. Whether it is aged tea or old wine. A fool should be a fool, acting like a fool.
Don’t wait for the party to come. A real fool should get drunk just by an idea of what’s inside a cask….
Life is a comedy, where working is as addictive as drinking intoxicating substances.
Drink, Master! Drink!
Temasek – August 12, 2019 / 10:34am
Picture borrowed from: https://sobercollege.com/addiction-blog/workaholics/
Hey! I am the Cat,
Sits calmly at a man‘s legs.
Are you awake, Sire?
Singapore – August 12, 2019 / 1:05pm
Life is about masquerading.
How well she acts under a mask determines what the crowds will give her.
Whether she is crying under a smiling mask, it doesn’t matter. What matters is her body languages correspond with the smiles in the mask.
Her cry in the heart will not resonate whatever frequency is spread through the air ‘coz the crowds don’t read the heart. They see the mask and they are wearing masks, too.
Dear, Mask.
How are you?
Are you happy there?
Or, do you need some touch-up of colors?
Let me do it.
I can put mascara, blush-on, eye-shadow, eyelashes or more colors on your lips.
Your smiles shall not fade away.
Otherwise, the crowds will be disappointed and go away.
Dear, Mask.
Do you know how I am?
I am crying for how long you are suffering to look good all the time.
Sobbing when you have to laugh out loud celebrating how grand the victory is.
Weeping to see the mask running low with sweat, tired of grinning at how splendid love looks.
You seem so young but I know you are weathered.
Don’t you want to take a break?
……
But hold on, Mask.
Hold on a second.
Let me think it over.
Let me reckon what I just said to you.
No, no, no.
Do you need to listen to what I said?
Yes, you should.
But should you change?
No!
It is a big no-no.
I am happy that I am here for you.
I am what I am as you are what you are.
I am your shadow, where you can hide for a while.
I am your sanctuary, where you can take shelter.
I am your bin, where you want to dump all your hazardous wastes of make-up.
I am your Lover.
I can be your Beloved, too.
Dear, Mask.
Be a good mask.
Play the best acting as you can.
If life is a joke, let yourself be the greatest Joker.
When life orders pretension, be the greatest Pretender.
You take the best Role in this Life,
With me beyond your Play.
Dear, Mask.
Just don’t forget that….
There is the Playwright.
Never ever take action without His bloody instruction.
Dear, Mask….
“Camera! Action!”
Singapore – August 11, 2019 / 10:45pm
Picture borrowed from https://myvancity.ca/2016/01/14/evening-of-hope-gala/
What is tear?
I can cry in agony,
I can cry in pain,
I can cry happy,
I can cry angry,
I can cry with all reasons.
But I cry the same tears.
Singapore – August 11, 2019 / 1:06pm
Useful links:
https://www.wisegeek.com/what-is-the-lacrimal-gland.htm#didyouknowout
https://www.mnn.com/earth-matters/animals/photos/12-facts-change-way-see-elephants/elephants-can-cry
Photo borrowed from: https://www.mnn.com/earth-matters/animals/photos/12-facts-change-way-see-elephants/elephants-can-cry 
Warm regards from me
To those relaxing themselves —
It’s a long weekend.
Raffles to AMK Campus – Aug. 8, 2019 / 10:30am
Looking through clear glass,
Sweeping fog away of eyes —
Angle of Angels.
Whether or not she’s sleeping
Or awake is Angels’ click.
Baloi – August 6, 2019 / 06:36 (Western Indonesia Time)
Below is a painting by Wilhem von Kaulbach, “The Guardian Angel”.
With curling tendrils
The plant is climbing upward
Its host to the sun.
Baloi – August 5, 2019 / 22:01 (Western Indonesia Time)
Ney….
Your song pulled me down in to the depth of abyss
Gliding with no weight,
Free falling –
Ney….
Your tone touched me on the hollow emptiness
Craving for sensations,
Crashing on nothingness.
Ney….
Your call dragged me along the path that I know well, yet
I am lonely and blind,
Waiting for a map.
Ney….
Do you know I’ve been here all my life,
My breath,
My step,
My tear,
My despair,
All of mine.
Ney….
You are the breeze that sweeps my draught
Then soars;
The dewdrop that breaks my morning
Then wakes up;
The spark that lights up my flame
Then burns.
The dirt that buries my hope
Then grows.
Ney….
It is you
That swirls like earth spiraled upwards by tornado,
And travels afar before it hits the door of heaven.
Ney….
I am taking your hands.
Your weeping cries will always accompany my journey
To you, Ney.
Phnom Pehn – August 2, 2019 – 22:45
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