My prayer ain’t word. It’s flash memories with you That you never have.
Singapore – Jan. 7, 2021 / 00:22

graphs of my Universe
Breezy gloomy night
Walks along green-hedged pavement.
Tiptoes splash some joy.
Some night is just so good that you don’t even care about getting wet and splashed with mud. All bad thinking and feeling just go away or…. fade away.
Oh ya? Ya! Just don’t splash on others walking or running near you.
Interestingly there are some benefits of walking in the rain I just found. No umbrella please…. Read below link.

Four-letter word, Love. I take love to deal with you. With full risk I know.
God talks about love. Religion talks about love. Many people refer to divinity and humanity.
Rumi talked about love. Ibn Arabi talked about love. People interpret their topic of love in wide spectrum: lustily physical, romantic, humanity, divinity — from the simple to the absurd. And it is always beautiful whatever the perspective is, as long as love becomes the foundation.
You can approach love from your own experience, the message is simply between Lover and Beloved. People may judge your message of love, but you are the truest judge to yourself….

From a seed of awe Grew secret admiration. Joy in painful hide Summed up by a flash farewell— I love you from where I am.
Love is actually personal experience that internally grows or flickers out based on the quality and responses. I find in my experience loving someone for many years without him knowing it until we took a farewell—he might only know he is special to me and not more; love grows but wisely stops expecting anything. Why expecting if you don’t even get the expected responses from the person and there is no entrance to learn more about the one that you love? Poor me? No, I’m lucky that love has tested me and I pass.
Yes, the most important thing is to test love, how true it is. What if your love isn’t intense anymore? How if the one you love doesn’t love you? How if you find your love evolves? All those rubbish absolutely happen. 😂
It is always good to talk about love. Love deserves a talk, in either low or high pitch, anger or soberness, silence or crowd, far or near, laze or excitement….
A bunch of roses Present flowers, leaves, stems, thorns— Where is the root, Love? It’s left in the heart, where growth Is truer and forever.
Yet for those who never contemplate or who don’t care, love is difficult to embrace and feel. The vibe can be so fake or vague without physical presence. They need definition of love, which can only degrade the quality of it. Just do….
What have I ranted about?
Too much for the last day of new year’s holiday but too good to be unsaid to start very good years ahead!
I send my best regards to you across the ocean. Happy and Healthy New Year! I love you from where I am.

May all beings be happy.
Singapore – January 4, 2021 – last day of holiday / 14:10
If you can stop rain, Try. You will get an award, Or another job.
In the last two days rain didn’t stop, literally 48 hours down pour. I thought it wouldn’t rain today, cloudy day though. So, well packed I was off to the open air.
As the track was a bit slippery with thin mud, biking speed limit had to be pretty low. With some road block, not much space is there to ride comfortably.
The plan to have lunch while reading didn’t work either as the cafe closed much earlier today and they said the same for tomorrow. It started to rain so no no choice but turning back to home route. The cafe wouldn’t allow me to stay longer ‘coz they would cover all the chairs with tarpaulin soon.

Light rain is good….. in a good day. It felt like itchy needles on skin today. Lucky to cover half of the face with this cute face mask so no one would see this bad mood.
Some plans don’t work. Some days don’t come out nice and bright. Ah…! As long as I’m still alive, it’s ok. I don’t have to stop the rain to enjoy biking. If I can stop rain, I might get an award or a new job as a “rain shaman”. What a busy life if I am…. 😛
Under the railway not far from home…. Let’s sit down and recharge smile battery.

Not easy to explain but even with smiles and optimism, 2020 is still a heavily dragging year. Thanks to this pandemic to be a scapegoat. Sorry, dear virus….
Yet I still want to remember 2020 with what’s thanked for. 👍🏽
What’s not working in 2020? None! Lying! None. Lying! None…. Lying! Ok, people don’t wanna hear what puts dark goggles on my eyes when seeing whom I used to love dearly. Below calendar gives idea how intricate the situation is. 😁
Welcome, 2021. Send chocolate and/or flowers, not villain not virus.
May all beings be happy.

New year.... Again. Sigh! None planned, going with the flow— Dear North Star, guide me.

Language is alive Even in silence. I guess It’s ears who discount. I don’t escape, Beloved. Just my confidence collapsed.... Space is not distance, It’s a knot between two hearts. Imagine two words Without space: cramped and crowded. Just never disconnect, Love. Year end is ready To summarise lessons learnt To hand happiness Over to new one. Welcome, Self, to realm of connection....
Singapore – Dec. 30, 2020 / 00:10
Lines, curves and dots drawn Convey meanings and stories. Quaintly logical—
I thought learning Kanji would be a mission impossible, it turned out to be a fun game. Thanks to my good teacher who has always encouraged me to practice, practice, practice. ありがとう ございます、先生。Also thanks to the supplementary books I found in Kino today!
According to the book Kanji is ideographic, not phonetic, which means that each character represents a concept or an idea rather than a sound.
There is a group of Kanji called Joyo Kanji (Kanji for daily use) that are normally learnt by Japanese during their 9 years of compulsory education. It means I’m in that teenage stage of learning and so need fun way of learning to keep motivated in a consistent concentration span.
And don’t be afraid to make mistakes! —- Ok, just don’t repeat too many ‘coz repeated mistakes are equal to planned crimes 😁


Bubble spat by fish, Exploded second it’s out. Wait! It’s voice you say?
Where does voice go after it goes out of body? Does it resemble the bubble exploding once out of fish’ mouth?
Dear, Voice. What are you? Or who are you? And where do you come from and go to?
Are you of the same thing as me?
Long weekend has twisted my brain. 😂
May all beings be happy.

I’m not an ape, dear Slapping others with gold bars. I’m a jeweller Who carves them, puts stones— for you Who slapped me with your gold bars.
Only human beings have ability to appreciate gifts. Those who do wrong to others with their gifts might be not yet human….
May all beings be happy….

Heart plays melodies That knock on Soul’s door. Both meet And fly together.
Temasek – Dec. 21, 2020 / 7:24pm
Artist naturally, Exploring excitedly, Sharing publicly—
Naturally an artist, not a very talented though, always excited to explore and to share what’s made to those around me, I’ve limited sharing things to those I personally know to fully view at anytime.
I recently decided to share my humble works of art in another Instagram account to anyone liking to sightsee amateur artists scattered online.
Enjoy the @rasawarnanya

Crowding sunflowers Teach how followers reflect Leadership success.
Sunflower is sunflower as long as it follows the sun. Thousands of sunflowers have shown me how a good leader can move one’s followers to the desired directions gracefully without violence, cruelty, humility, and intimidation — either overt or covert ones. All is with just warm ray….
May all beings be happy.

Tears are millions of pairs of legs That find their way to escape pain And hide slowly by the heat of the day. Will it be recognised? Their journeys belong to this body That grows old on a curve of age, Born and died along one same line. Will it be remembered? Don’t be afraid to let the teardrops out And release them with no doubt. They won’t leave you for nothing. They travel, They evaporate. They ship your baggage That might be excessive if you carry them home at the same time. Let the teardrops out And celebrate them with no regret. They will wait right in front of your home door. They prepare a house warming for you, They make your bed for you to rest. They unpack all your luggage That might tire you if you do it yourself at the same time. Tears are millions of pairs of legs That run to the ocean where you’ll unite with the Beloved And never be lost again.... Cherish the tears!
A free verse from a heart that cries everywhere with no reason….
Temasek – Dec. 16, 2020 / 23:17

Often time a song, a poem, a picture, a statement is interpreted differently with a wide spectrum of difference, even poles apart.
It seems to happen to a song entitled “Bahasa Kalbu” (The Language of The Heart) in the following video that to me has been always a very beautiful love story as in a Lover meeting the Beloved — a love that comes real; yet most of the comments to the song sung by Raisa uploaded in YouTube are very sad and triggering tears.
Yet I think that song is properly entitled as it can be interpreted as per what language is spoken by each heart. Not sure if that is the real interpretation of the song, or just the video clip that leads the viewers to think that way.
I like the version by the young talented gorgeous Raisa but I love much more the original version by Titi DJ though, it depicts a brightly falling in love vibe! I love to love!
May all beings be happy….
Sometimes it’s the place,
Always the people. Stay put.
None beats inner peace.
…. and the eternal flame of Soul once again ignites the understanding that gratitude on what’s given is much bigger than what’s promised.
…. and you can never get rid of me
Forever….
God is love?
Dog is love!
May all beings be happy.

How to read your signs? My literacy is low, Your language is high. Send message, not breeze or wind. Or else, this pin won’t move out.

Not good at chess but I know this pin position is a basic knowledge in the game. Sometimes we’re put in this situation and just don’t know what to sacrifice to unpin.
May all beings be happy….
Don’t you see the leaping alphabets in every keyboard that you touch? That’s how many times I whisper your name, Love.
Don’t you hear the click of the second at the clock that you check now and then? That’s how often your name pops up in this mind, Love.
Don’t you smell the fragrance in every bite of apple you enjoy? That’s how intense the pain of remembering you, Love.
Don’t you taste the slight sour in every cup of coffee that you brew? That’s how I put a bit of you in all my prayer, Love.
Don’t you gently rub your temples of getting tired of thinking of routine puzzles? That’s how hard I think of you with thousands of failure, Love.
I doubt that you care the senses about me….
And you choose to travel afar, leaving traces of ignorance and mockery on me….
Go ahead, Love if that makes you find victory and create a crowd in your mind like a herd of elephants meet and greet happily….
Free verse from a singing heart of a Lover to the Beloved
Honest daffodils? Or a taken-for-granted? Self, observe. Don’t judge. Bitter herbs or twigs, both work— If you’re sick or you’re a jerk.
To ponder….
One feature of honesty is a physician giving bitter herb to take when one wants to drink sweetest soda; telling one the truth about what one has gone through and what’s the consequence in taking decision #1, #2 or #3. Man of wisdom….
Another feature of honesty is a child playing with a twig in one’s hand uncontrollably being happy, dancing around people and not considering that the twig in one’s hand has swiped or scratched others’ face or hands or bodies or torn clothes; craving to be understood and watched. Student of life….
On the first and for the second are just perspective. People around us declaring themselves honest or blunt can be either the physician or the child or even both at the same time; it depends on how we respond.
Observe, and see: a physician is those who will stay when you scream of the bitterness, a child is those who are cranky and leave you when you tell one to stop playing the twig that might hurt others.
May all beings be happy.

picture borrowed from https://florgeous.com/aster-flower-meaning/
Wanna twist logic? Learn foreign languages or Backpack with no cash.
While the Arabic won’t twist my logic so much, the Japanese is a bit of a challenge ‘coz it is a brand new thing. Arabic has been a background play since I was young although I am only good at reading and writing. In fact, Japanese is totally a logic twist and takes some resource commitment if I want to achieve my target: intermediate level in all 4 skills (reading, writing, listening, speaking).
As electronic learning sources are not suitable for my eyes, I decided to boost my effort through traditional way: all paper-based. Books, cue cards, dictionary, etc…

Among all those tools, there is one that I am most impressed of: the karuta card. Not the uniqueness of the cards itself as cue cards are used in all language classes but more about the age of its existence that amazes me. It is a deck of playing cards aged back to 16th century, brought by the Portuguese sailors to Japan. Since then it has been a tool for fun game, fun learning and even competitive game.

Go search “karuta” that means card in Portuguese (in Bahasa Indonesia it is kartu), and you’ll find various webs explaining about karuta from its history up to how to play it.
Found two decks in Kinokuniya bookstore today together with dictionaries that will be a company for all children books in the reading list. Fun study yay!
Let’s get the ball rolling!


You define sugar, I won’t. I prefer tasting All, and tell myself.
May all beings be happy.
Enjoy your weekend…. 💐
A bunch of roses, Send this prayer as a gift To those remembered Through air, land, water, fire in Dark, fragrant beauty. Amen.
I pray with flowers in a glass vase every week: reciting beautiful verses to those I’ve loved and remembered especially the ancestors, whispering unsaid love to those faraway, wishing they be happy everyday. Some people consider it ancient practice and not applicable or acceptable as modern but I feel more connected to my own self by doing it. So making it a habit
I love the dark mood of today’s flowers combined with my “sogan handmade batik”. It painted a shade of dark beauty with special fragrance and colour.
May all beings be happy.

You’re in the dark. Who? What? Matter? Not! It’s still you. Just some shade and light.
I’m never perfect, will never be as long as I live with and in this matter. There won’t be any absence of uncertainty. There is always a gap to bridge, a space in between, an emptiness after fulfilment…. Always between 0 and 1 – a binary system of wholeness I call it. Swinging like a pendulum from one point to another up to one extreme point before at the end of momentum thrown back to the next direction…..
Why would you stay in the day for 24 hours if you can stay cool in the dark for 12 hours after a long working day? Or the other way around with some reason?
Why would you mind missing someone for at least an hour a day if it can make this life more vibrant? Just don’t hate….
Why would you regret your broken heart as long as you don’t hurt anyone’s pride? Just don’t forget to love yourself….
No matter what and who you are some time of and in your life, you’re still you. Be you! Be more whole you every time…. A true you
May all beings be happy.

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