When lunch is free, I am still saying tough things. When lunch is free, I am still saying sweet things. And all are real things As I am as free as a free lunch.
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a lot of rice! yummy side dish in a bento β day #1
a lot of rice! yummy side dish in a bento β say #2
a lot of rice! yummy side dish in a bentoβ day #3
It hurts when released. In heart. It hurts when kept. In all. And so I released. All.
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I sent blessings and prayers to those passing away not known by their family β whoever and wherever you are all, I am one of those remember you as a family member π May all beings be happy
This fragrance that travels in to the breathing brings me to where unknown stories were told.
Who built you, Dear home? Who grew with you, Dear home? Who left you, Dear home? I feel you, Dear home.
Today I stay with You To realise that Home is where breathing feels so real.
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my favourite room where the fragrance of hinoki wood and tatami is the strongest β I feel home π
thank you!
I thought I would stay in a boutique hotel made from a machiya
I found that I am alone in a two-story fragrant machiya which is 3 times bigger than the condo unit I live in Singapore β wonβt stay alone next time!
Good morning from a park Where all beings are happy. Both the feeding and the fed Are well.
I wish all beings be happy Wherever they are.
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i bought a bundle of biscuits to feed the deer in Nara; seeing how well fed they were, I decided to sit down and just watched how human beings showed love to those tame animals π
You rang loudly in my ears. I ran following you. I was safe in pyjamas. You blinked an eye then went away.
You are always alarming me And I start to distrust you.
Dear, False alarm.
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another false alarm this morning at around 7:20
this time many had decent clothes as many guests were ready to go out early
I was confused because several seconds after instructions to evacuate, the messages changed; this time telling that it was a false alarm and we didnβt have to evacuate
compared to the first false alarm I experienced in Penang earlier, this one in Japan was handled very properly; when a couple and I ran to the office room behind the lift, two officers in fire uniform were walking in β less than 5 minutes!
Japan is really outstanding in emergency management.
my plan to wake up a bit later didnβt happen; I will get prepared to go out early π
dear Love, I hope to still believe an alarm when it goes off. π€
Thereβs a vibe within Spreading a home everywhere. Close yet so remoteβ
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most of my friends think I would always visit big cities with all the luxurious and sparkling night life when visiting Japan; yet theyβre wrong as many of places Iβve visited are rural areas where no Hyatt, Shangri-La, and other big chains of hospitality brands are planted β I will usually stay in local hotels, meet humble kind genuine Japanese who donβt speak English and are willing to converse with my broken Japanese,listen to stories that impress me of how all human beings are basically struggle in life
not all Japanese are like the one I met some time ago whose rich life has formed one prouder and less kind than I thought one was π
feeling so blessed in a remote area in Gobo β letβs work wonder tomorrow, good people ππΌ
You can change some friends And places, yet not your self That is true and still.
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My friend likes to edit her photos. One of her mobile phones has a camera feature called βBeautifulβ that makes everyone much more beautiful than oneβs natural condition. She tried the feature on me.
She is happy, I am definitely not.
Yet it is fun to see a different me.
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π brighter face, curly eyelashes β whatβs more of me can be faker? π my friend said βyour neck skinβ π thank you for your short company, see you in January!
Whatβs drying Wonβt relive. Itβs just flying To meet a new home Where soul sweetly greets, Where heart warmly embraces. I donβt want to mourn, I close all doors, I just want to doze off. Thereβs no wish anymore.
If someday the age counts no more; I want to be remembered as A girl who resides in an old soul, A woman who cradles teenβs heart, A foe who wins with no glories, A friend who shares joy, A sister who carries responsibilities, A daughter who pays homage, A human being who makes mistakes, A nobody who learns lessons, A fool who scavenges wisdom.
And thatβs what I will call Alive.
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hidden grey hair and new spectacles made my day; finally giving up to progressive lenses after 4 years of denying that my eyes are not young anymore β enjoying a bowl of Vietnamese pho bo shot candid by a friend visiting from Jakarta β so blessed to be almost 50 with the heart of teen πππ
Through numbers I see How happy human beings are Zigzagging among their dreams, Excusing to leave what is.
With numbers I hear How flowing rivers are Splashing over the rocks and debris, Calming by the wind.
One number in this equation Suddenly disappeared. No. It faded away. Ya. Getting confused.
Dear Number, Fade away. Find your way.
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I love numbers, not necessarily through Math but playing with them feels like swimming in an ocean of never-ending possibilities β yet my favourite ones are still 1, 7 and 9 with no logical reasons at all
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