graphs of my Universe
The ride is coming,
My birthday in holiday
Compliments the year.
Temasek – September 3, 2019 / 20:00
All is packed. 24 hours from now I’ll be in a flight for a terrific holiday – new colours, new topics of discussion, a healing for my broken heart 😎 and of course a bunch of new experiences….
Thank you, Life for all the blessings every single second I’ve counted. Thank you, Love for all the life lessons every single breath I’ve taken. Thank you forever….
💝
She’s packing for off.
Trunk is big enough for all.
Three more days to go–
Singapore – September 1, 2019 / 22:45
The excitement of holiday mixed with stressors has urged that I need to relax. It is my God-knows-how-many-times of my solo traveling, always giving me excitement. But this one is the second special one coz I’ll visit my 2nd dream land – Gosh, the visa itself put my biz trips in a risk of cancellation.
And so I did some early packing two weeks ago but found that my luggage was not big enough to contain the ones in the packing list. I decided to buy a trunk just yesterday and repacked this afternoon. The new trunk which has bigger room fits the packing list (minus my Wellington that will be in one day before flight). What a relief!
Some stress is lingering around me though. All work must be completed as I don’t wanna owe any prioritised tasks during my day off. So I’ve worked like crazy for the past one week – but fun was always inserted, like checking trivial things in the Pinterest, WP and IG. I deactivated my Facebook because it has given me too much non sense and I’ve been feeling so well without this bloody social medium.
Been so confused about my emotions recently and so dumb about my own naked honesty and stupidity…. So, I hope this year’s holiday can bring me some enlightenment back to my inner peace.
Life, I know all that come are always lessons for me. I know you’ve served me with what I bravely requested. I know you’ve managed to make me even stronger and more flexible. Just one more request: would you mind making it clearer?
☺️
Thin cloud after rain–
If trust can be bought, kind of
Worrisome it be.
Jalan Imbi KL, MY – August 29, 2019 / 07:40
One topic has squeezed my brain. 🤯
God, why do some people only think about money?
I’m not rich myself and sad to see poverty preserved. I’m not very smart but upset to see stupidity maintained.
This situation is what makes holiday looks so promising for me…. Holiday pray…. 😎
Two keys in a chain–
One’s for Soul and one’s for Heart.
Merlin, please guide me.
Jalan Imbi KL, MY – August 28, 2019 / 21:22
Can’t wait for my holiday retreat around my birthday, when my head will be loaded with different types of reading from what I normally enjoy on normal days, when my heart will be loaded with contemplation without drama with those people, when all is between breeze and silence.
Dear Work, don’t worry. It will be just for a while. I’ll be back for you….
Useful link: https://merlin.fandom.com/wiki/Merlin
Hot air pushed baloon.
Temper pushed him up as flare.
Master of Anger —
Jalan Imbi, KL – August 27, 2019 / 21:00
Sometimes temper is just a rascal, filling someone’s space with heat of Heaven knows what causes it, then he gets angry with anything not in to his mood.
When he does it, send him a lot of prayer. I don’t know what prayer, just prayer that all good things will happen to him.
Good things are only blessings when they are pulled with peace. Good things pulled with anger can be in the form of lessons that will make him understand how to behave wisely.
May all beings be happy. May all beings be happy. May all beings be happy….
All….
Count to a hundred.
See if heart silences, or
Drags you to market.
Temasek – August 26, 2019 / 14:49
My heart has been so annoying (not annoyed ya) recently. It brought me all troubles that had been tamed before. It unleashed all possible cries and shouts that will not only make the heart but also head crowded like a market.
Water wets you.
Fire burns you.
Wind blows you.
Earth buries you.
Maybe I’ve gotta play metal to my own self so it cages me safe in locked safe.
But no….
Dear Beautiful Soul, let go off all distrust. Friendship isn’t always about keeping secret but it is also about accepting a bad label because some secrets are jocularly consumable for public.
Dear Beautiful Self, forgive yourself for entrusting your honest secret to someone you don’t really know. It is a lesson that it is ok to be vulnerable. It is fine to be imperfect. It is nice to be angry when necessary. All is fine…. And forgive those that won’t have locked tongues for any reason.
Everything is ok.
You just take a break and fly across the sea.
Singapore to KL soon…. 👩🏽💻🎶
I napped a lot today. And with the long doze, I did miss many things! Hot tea, lunch, messages and a biking appointment.
That’s not what I wanna share though. I just realised that I don’t remember most of my dreams anymore. I am very sure I’ve dreamt a lot but can’t recall the details. Sometimes I get up in the middle of my sleep just to realise I’ve dreamt but what dream??? I didn’t try to collect my remembrance, just went back to sleep or sometimes just decided to start the day earlier.
Only dreams that are bizarre perch on my mind clearly and in a longer time. Sometimes I can’t even get rid of it like two that I’ll tell you below.
If you have some ideas, would you share your thought?
Once I dreamt of entering a super big room where all audience were men. They were gathering, waiting for my arrival. They stared at me with scary grin. Their skulls are transparent and I could see the colors of brains in each of their heads. Most of them were red and they were full with anger. Some of them were green and blue less anger but with vein of fear. I saw one very weird brain – it was clear with some purple and gold. Suddenly the reddest brain greeted me very loudly and asked me to sit down in one chair in front of their long table.
The man with purple gold brain didn’t say a word. He took a seat next to me. Gosh! He might be a guard.
Everybody looked at me without words. But their brains were moving then bursting their colors to my face!!!
Then I woke up brutally. What a dream!
Until now I couldn’t understand what the dream is about. I’m also wondering what happened to the guy with the purple gold brain next to me.
Today in my nap I dreamt a bizzarre dream again. A cougar, a koala, a wolf and a lizard fell down through a spotlight and walked on to me. Their eyes were warmly friendly staring at me. There was swirling colors of purple and gold bursting from their eyes and splashing on my face!!!
I woke up brutally. Like usual I look for my iPhone and checked some missed messages then replied to them.
Colourful dreams. Weird though….
Singapore – August 25, 2019 / 20:17
It is a throwback memory when playing hard was needed after battling hard.
She found this morning
The bike back rack lost one wheel.
Put a book to stand.
Temasek – August 24, 2019 / 08:57
Unfolding my bike, I found my beloved blue lost its left rack wheel. Gosh! When did it happen? When I raced with the wind? When I crashed the fence? Or, when I paddled in the narrow aisle? Not sure, just when I didn’t see it. Gotta find new wheel? Or even new rack? 🤨
For now let’s use a book so that it can stand when not folded.
Nice morning to start a weekend!
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
A haiku caught me
Right in the heart of my heart.
Love stabs me sweetly.
I hate to say this but I’ve gotta be honest that I’m falling in love, what exactly happens is I realise that I’ve been in love with one particular person for 5 years and just realised how painful it has been for being a secret admirer.
Life oh Life…. This is the price of being stupidly professional. 🤓
Temasek – August 14, 2019 / 19:35
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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