Author: rike jokanan

Me, now here

Ode to A Secret Love

Learning, Poetic

Oh….
How
I
Miss
You
So


Yet dimensions have distanced us with invisible connection.


Oh….
How
I
Miss
You
So


Only wish and pray I can send through speechless wireless across the elements.


Oh….
How
I
Miss
You
So


Dream, dream, dream, dear love.
Life is but a dream.
I hope we visit each other
In each of our good dreams,
Before we wake up and together we stream.


Oh….
How
I
Miss
You
So


It doesn’t matter and it doesn’t count
Even how I miss you most; like a tiny penny in a billionaire’s account:
Missed and forgotten through space and time.

Oh….
How
I
Miss
You
So


It rains again which I love the most
As the longing for you gets swept away
By the water falling and gliding on the window: sweetly cold.

Oh….
How
I
Miss
You
So
….

Yet this stubborn heart
Still sings in silence
Alone with clear sweet voice
Without doubt
That someday this feeling will fade away,
Leaving a good memory through time and space.

Listen, this is an ode
To a secret love:

Oh….
How
I
Miss
You
So
—

—

daydreaming in a rainy day – RC Gorman’s “Woman with Poppies”

Dirgahayu, Indonesiaku ke-77

Learning, love, Map It!

Duhai, Indonesia. Serupa apapun engkau, kau adalah tempat lahirku. Walaupun saran dan nasehat bertaburan untuk menjadi pemegang status PR di rumah keduaku ini, aku tak goyah. Nggak papa…. PR atau bukan PR passport-ku tetap Indonesia. Hanya cinta dan hidup-mati saja yang boleh membuatku jadi PR atau pindah kewarganegaraan. Selain itu, no way!

Indonesiaku, terima-kasih telah menjadi tempat lahirku dan tempatku belajar hal-hal pokok untuk menjadi manusia utama. Kalau aku dilahirkan dan dibesarkan di negara lain, mungkin aku jadi orang yang bermewah-mewah dan tidak down to earth.

Indonesiaku, kemanapun aku pergi, kamulah darah yang mengalir di tubuh ini. Dimanapun aku tinggal, engkau tetap menjadi tujuan pertama pulang atau liburanku (ya setahun satu atau dua kali deh). Dengan siapapun aku bergaul, kamu tetap warna primerku.

Kecintaanku padamu bukan pada para pejabat buruk yang mengurusi ketatanegaraan. Kecintaanku tulus pada tanah, air, udara, rakyat dan makhluk di sekitarnnya.

Merdeka!

what a coincidence! this number is really escorting me this year
💝
didn’t attend this year’s flag-raising ceremony in the embassy because of this cute virus 💝 next year I will, bismillah!

Clay Jar

Learning, love, Poetic
Broken clay jar, Love,
A love letter torn apart.
Message of a heart—

—

How broken you are, I will always love and respect you as a clay jar that records history and memory, in the hands of an ignorant they become waste and rubbish, in the hands of wise lessons and wisdom.

I’ll take your broken clay jar to kintsugi craftsmen in near future trip just in case they can also repair broken clay jar. 🤭

Otherwise, I’ll keep it in my mini cabinet of curiosity to be a reminder that a heart is so fragile or so broken and so worth handling with care.

Salam…. 🙏🏼

RC Gorman’s

Journey

Learning, life, Map It!, Poetic
Journey, Beloved,
Counting every blessed milestone;
Deletion of doubts—

—

My personal definition of Australia: where beer is consumed more than water. It might be wrong to others but that was what I saw with these very eyes with no doubt. 😎

hello, Sydney. when will I see you again?

No Losing!

Learning, life, love, Poetic, This Person, Those People
I will win
In any battle.
My flag is rising
As high as the farthest star
Reaching you
Bravely!

In me is a girl who dares!
I’m brave!

Don’t try me!

I am….

Brave!

—

I won’t give up! You sell, I buy! ALL!

Kamboja

Learning, Poetic
A gift, Beloved,
Pink star full of granted wish
What would you say, Self?
Thank you for this pretty gift.
She’ll spread the fragrance and vibe.

—

bunga kamboja (plumeria in English), fell on my cap when swimming – a fragrant gift

Life

Learning, Poetic, This Person
This life, Beloved:
Mysteriously composed,
Beautifully done—

—

This sight is defeated just by a sheet of paper. I can’t see what You can. I’m surrendering this self to…

You. 💝

Salam…

RC Gorman’s Reunion

Likes & Comments (ranting)

Learning
One, two, three, four, five,
….. 30%. You happy?
Please like and comment!

😛

—

Today’s conversation was quite hot. One insisted number of “like” is significant, the other one insisted the other way around. My best friend and I found that we get high number of likes in Instagram when uploading pictures of our latest look. Both of us can get “likes” around 20-25% of number of followers. She does pay attention to it, she even puts a hashtag of “likeforlike”; I don’t always check, not even bother myself to reply to comments except from those who are characteristically honest and accurate; liking comment is good enough. Sorry….

BF: Look! This picture of yours get high number of likes. So you should pose like this. You should wear these earrings. You should comb your hair to the other side.

BF: Hey! Look at my recent picture. People like when I wear this colour.

BF: You have beautiful eyes. Show them to the world!

BF: Why my hair looks like this?

BF: Don’t wear this dress again. Wear the one you bought with me!

Me: “eeekkk!”

Having a good friend who pays attention to my look is a blessing yet giving me goosebump. I feel so loved and reminded to always look perfect yet my thought of how she selects pictures or videos before uploading is rather overwhelming. 😛

BF: Change your profile picture! You look messy!

Me: I’m decent! Not necessarily gorgeous but….

BF: What? Clean, tidy and fragrant? People only use their eyes in Instagram. They don’t care whether you are truly clean and tidy or smell sweet or not! They don’t even care if you are truly happy or not!

Me: I love you so much but please unfollow me…. 😴

BF: &@“)(/#%¥£€><| 🤪😂

Note to myself: Why is this best friend accurate about many people?

best picture to upload! good for everyone’s sight 😍

Morning

Learning, Poetic
Morning, Beloved,
Summariser of senses
Foundation of days—

—

What morning can bring to a warm heart is always a bunch of sweet surprise.

Thank you!

“anggrek merpati”, the fragrant orchids that last only one night greeting me in one bright morning 💝

Tulips

Learning, Map It!, Poetic
Tulips, Beloved,
In joy they sway by the wind.
Daffodils do, too.

—

Hi, tulips. Hi, daffodils. Miss you, miss you…. 😘😘😘

bed of tulips blooming in Keukenhof – wanna be back soon 😍

Aug 9

Learning, Poetic
Anniversary,
Happy! Thank you, second home.
Row, row, row your boat.

—

Thank you for becoming my shelter and taking care of me.

Singapura’ National Day
a view of my nest
a view of today’s stairs toward workplace
a view of my track
a view from Japanese classroom
a view of home back there

Ears vs Eyes

Learning
These ears, Beloved,
Hear your voice. These eyes hide you
From the remembrance.

—

This hearing sense records memories more deeply than the sight and widely than the sense of smell.

met this friend that didn’t even produce any single click when slowly moving – would you please tell me a fairytale from your land?

Bi’rsweet

Learning, Poetic
Bi’rsweet, Beloved,
The way perfect life tastes;
Subtle craftsmanship—

—

It takes high skill to blend tastes. It takes perfect acceptance to enjoy the concoction presented; otherwise, just go fasting. 🙂

Welcome new week.

perfect life in a cup of coffee – bitter sweet
perfect life in a plate of kunefeh – “gurih” sweet 😄

Feel Good

Learning, Poetic
Say hi, Beloved,
To those making you feel good.
Life is abundant.

—

When very good plan and very bad weather collide, it takes just a breath to be back to feeling good mode.

Life is too abundant to consider a lost day a loss.

hi, colibri! (RC Gorman’s)

Orange

Learning, Poetic
Orange, Beloved,
Mixture of red and yellow;
Calmly encouraged

—

Orange is the color of joy and creativity. Orange promotes a sense of general wellness and emotional energy that should be shared, such as compassion, passion, and warmth. Orange will help a person recover from disappointments, a wounded heart, or a blow to one’s pride. (excerpted from BournCreative)

Thanks for today.

💝

RC Gorman’s “Woman with Oranges”

Lemon

Learning
Lemon, Beloved,
Bitter nor sour. It’s love
And longevity.

—

Drinking lemon juice is one way to clean the toxic away from the body. A few drops of lemon in the water for a bath is also giving more freshness.

when life gives you lemons, make lemonade? hmm… make lemon-infused water, fresher and healthier 🥰 (RC Gorman’s Woman with Lemons)

Good Fruits

Learning, Poetic
Good fruits, Beloved,
Fresh, crunchy and colourful
Carved on her sweet smiles.

—

It’s a blessed night: fresh for the rain.

RC Gorman’s Woman with Apples

Nocturne

Learning, life, love, Poetic
Nocturne, Beloved,
Desert at velvety nights;
Her hair is waving,
Where pitch and rhythm dangle
Sprinkling tones of a warm heart

—

Night is a sweet shelter that never complains whether I snore or sing or cry or laugh or play or work or just sit on the window nook.

Serene….

RC Gorman’s Nocturne
💝

Equation

Learning, Poetic
Equal, Beloved,
Weighing process and result
To find the unknown

—

Some Math teachers would be very particular about whether 6 is 3×2 (2+2+2) or 2×3 (3+3) in students’ homework. Conceptually mathematicians consider those two operations different. Yet to me as long as we find the solution, why catch a bullet and die?

🥰

which one is more important: 1+1 or 2 or the =