Category: Learning

Whatever You Say, It’s My Day

Learning, life

Whatever you say, Beloved,
It's my day.
I've built it through seconds, minutes, hours.
Just because others use extended brain,
Doesn't mean I will.
I live my true life
Even without a perfect "1100100" score given.
Whatever you say, Beloved,
It's my day.

no artificial intelligence is involved in my writing process except if my brain is considered one

using AI in my thinking and writing process is haram 🤓

haram is not related to any religion standpoint, it simply means i will never use it until professionally mandated in my work which i believe will not happen — will never use it for my poem and ranting of mine

😺

Falling In Love

Learning, love, Poetic

I asked myself about
Falling in love.

My brain said
Falling in love is scary.
I could not concentrate,
I dropped what I carried,
These tears came down miserably,
Dizzy, oh dizzy!

My heart said
Falling in love is beautiful.
I could imagine what was best,
I shared what I carried,
These tears came down happily,
Pretty, oh pretty!

My soul said
Falling in love is magical.
I could think beyond what was,
I multiplied what I carried to share,
These tears came down with no reason,
Willingly, oh willingly!

Someone said
Falling in love is inevitable.
It filled me when I was hungry,
It emptied me when I was full,
Do, just do
However dizzy or pretty, do it only willingly!

I checked who was the last speaker:
Damn! My stomach was smiling in glee.

scary, beautiful, magical and inevitable

Composed

Learning, love, Poetic, Those People

She's simply composed,
Not even shaken by storm.
Rooted to the earth--

My intuition works wonder when it comes to family esp mother, as if knowing when something wrong happens even no one informs me.

Yesterday I contacted my sister saying that mother might not be good. She said mother was ok and sleeping.

My gut said different. I contacted my cousin saying the same thing and she said “Yes, she fell and injured a bit on her chin and left hands.”

I happened to know later that my mother didn’t allow my sister to tell me about the incident.

I tried to digest the “lie” although the feeling inside was a mix of anger, disappointment, sadness, left behind at the same time relief that she was now ok.

This morning after a long meeting I called my mother. I really wanted to give her some “lecture” that she should be careful, should not do this or that and should let me know whatsoever happens to her. But I detered myself from doing so.

I know what I would say is something true but don’t want to hurt her motherly affectionate decision. I chose to accept her reason of not informing me: so my child can work with light heart.

My mother is one of the mentally strongest women I’ve known in life. None of people knowing her will say otherwise.

Once I joked around with her “Ibu, please pray that I don’t have to be as strong as you in life as when I’m as strong as you, it means I will have one most challenging of human life.”

She said “You can be stronger than me but don’t need to experience what I have in life. Trust your life.”

Yes, I do trust life will protect me from the harms.

I love you, Ibu. Thank you.

💕

No Worry

Learning, Poetic

Why worry?
I am here
Always.

who withers first? the flower? the lady? none, night will wither first then sun rises; the flower and the lady stay now here

Dear Life

Learning, Poetic, This Person

Do you know that the road I've taken is not what I wanted?
And do you know that this is the best I've experienced?

Yes, you know.

Thank you.

Yours truly,

One humble traveler breathing your blessings

Overflown

Learning, Poetic, This Person

I'm a room
Overflown with blessings.
Some visible,
Some unseen,
All undeniable--

this is where water, soil, air and fire show their potential in harmony, no collision

Congrats, Myself

Learning

I started in Multiply in 2007, migrated to WordPress in 2012 — counting….

My colleagues asked me why I write so fast and everyday, I said because it gives me calm state of mind after work. At work things are intense with observation and evaluation; in my blog I can freely talk about my naked truth without anyone limiting me.

Some friends said I am madly in love– yes I am with myself that has been blessed so much in life with the ups and downs, with that that has given me this precious life and with man I romantically very rarely encounter.

Whether my writings are only read by a few and liked by none, it never matters to me; I just want to pour what’s inside into a medium that might be found by those willing to dive into their own depths through what I share.

I also love visiting a few bloggers whose photos strike both my eyes and mind especially nature, whose poems touch my spot of humanity and spirituality and whose humour pulls at least my smiles.

Yes, I am a very boring person and I accept it. Sometimes I think of those fun fearless female with their extraordinary things to show the world, but I know that is not my life duty. I have a brilliant warm love but tiny, not big enough to scream among the crowd but it does powerfully whisper across the universe.

Thank you, WordPress for becoming my ready slate for the past 12 years. I will be loyal to you until time decides an end.

Salaam.

💕

🤍

Ode of A Silent Prayer

Learning

Whether I enjoy floating, or
You do.
I feel stuck between my wish and
Your closed door.
The sea is so vast to be forever to reach
You.

Your charm has always reached me,
The laugter and wisdom.
Dear, Love
You seem so fond of joking,
Sending me a hilarious thinker
In this chaotic time.

My days become short with fast-paced long to-do lists,
My nights become long of waiting for short meet-ups in my mornings.
In between you keep me float
While I want to keep flowing.

Beloved,
I am naturally flowing,
This time this river is stuck.
Please end this whirlpool.
Let me flow.
Let me flow.
Let me flow.
Or, just let me go.

Never answered--
Never replied--

Maybe it's been misunderstood.
Maybe the language is not preferred.
Maybe his signs are never for her.
Maybe she should think it's ok and it's over.

if he’s read the signs well enough, he’ll never think she floats

Dokdes (only in Bahasa Indonesia)

Learning

dr Ryu Hasan aka Dokdes (dokter bedhes — ape doctor) is one of a kind. He is a polyglot (Javanese, Indonesian, English, Japanese, Arabic, Mandarin, Dutch, etc), neuroscientist cum neuro-surgeon, a bloody irritating honest ass!

For my lunch break today 🤓

Garden of Eden

Learning, Map It!

Eden, Beloved
Exists next to the kitchen
Where she has some fun.

A tropical garden is a kind of lush garden I want to see when washing the dishes. I am looking forward to it with the help from our tropical gardener– we can find them easily in Indonesia.

But it will be done after the Japanese garden. Right now the spot is still packed with construction material and debris. There shall be deep cleaning to ensure no left over of material in the soil and fertile soil to be added.

While the Japanese garden is restricted to inner circle, this tropical garden is where all guests can take some fresh air as long as they don’t make any harm to anyone around.

Please be patient, dear self. One at a time–

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had to cut out the coloured part as there is some spoiled part around it

yosh! now time to complete my laundry 😍

the sketch that kept delayed

Private

Learning, This Person

Private's, Beloved
This ordinary one's life.
Not much to expose--

I lock my Instagram account always and it forever will be locked, only those having directly met with me can become my contacts. Does it sound arrogant? No, it is a protection — to protect myself from unfair judgement from those contacts knowing me from my words or my pictures in my curated frames; and to protect my contacts from misjudging me simply based on my curated frames– they will be able to judge me more fairly by talking to me or meeting with me first before becoming my contacts in Instagram.

My contacts are those family members and friends; not even colleagues as we believe our professional judgement might be clouded with some personal bias that is not even related to work.

I am so so sorry for being so picky (a bit irritating I know I am) but I am still willing to reply anyone’s messages.

💕

What about WordPress?

It is where I am ranting and there are only 20-40 people visiting me daily and my postings are all extracted ideas in poetry that by nature can be interpreted by anyone. So anyone is welcome to visit my WordPress even without leaving a trace.

💕

Release

Learning, Poetic

Release, Beloved
What's wished. Let it fly to find
Its way to go home.

this fragile dandelion is my favourite plant, it reminds me to release wishes to their way home, where they materialise their best potentials

💕

(picture from Pinterest)

Back On Track

Learning, Map It!

Today I am browsing around with my Blue and feeling good!

Back on track. Let’s do it all day!

Thank you for all the active senses❣️

….many more to share in silence

Happy National Day, Singapore!

Learning

thank you for taking care of me for these 12 years and counting — you are greatly blessed 💙

i saw a chopper flew Singapore flag above the Seletar Airport this afternoon and felt so thankful to be alive now here

Laughter

Learning, Poetic

Laughter's, Beloved
You radiate cheerfulness,
We all count blessings.

when you laugh, the dried grass comes alive

I Can’t Yet I Can

Learning, love, Poetic

I can't talk about
You all the time,
People will think I am crazy
Or crazy about
You.

But how can I
Stop thinking about
You, while obviously
You are everywhere
I am?

blaming why a plate seems empty but actually full of unseen material

aka

what is wanted is obvious, but there is no way — don’t blame the guest standing in front of the door, blame the host not responding to the greeting

Without Teacher

Learning, life, love, Poetic, This Person, Those People

What am I
Without teacher?
A lost wanderer
Losing destination.

What am I
Without teacher?
A confused traveler
Losing guidance

What am I
Without teacher?
A dreamer
Losing inspiration.

What am I
Without teacher?
A human
Losing meaning.

What am I
Without teacher?
A Soul
Repeating the same mistakes.

Dear
Teacher,
You are born
For me
To be reborn
As me.

I'm grateful to
You.

Today’s lunch break was about a phenomenal chat with some teachers of life.

Thousands if not millions of teachers have taught me in life. There are some that I cherish the most today, those that have triggered me to make biggest decisions in life.

Thank you, dear teachers❣️

Bapak Merta Ada, he was the one teaching me to go within without doubt, without limit – “spread love and compassion”, his advice 🥹

Sister Zak, my Arabic teacher — she emphasised that what we read needs to be well understood first then pondered then can be interpreted (differently) — “be a responsible interpreter of the Quran for yourself, no one to blame when you make wrong interpretation or decision“, her advice

Aaron Cass, my mentor in Beshara School who helped me open most doors of freedom of responsibly being human through his amazing knowledge and wisdom about sufism and esp about Ibn Arabi & Rumi — “from now on whatever you do differently, never make it a new religion”, his advice

Ina, a best friend from high school whose action moved my soul: she left her brilliant career (at the same time I started mine in Singapore) without new career to take care of her parents for her sense of responsibility; she took care of her mother until she passed away, now she is taking care of her father; Ina, you are beautifully blessed — “let’s exchange stupid memes and videos”, her message

dear Ibu, i won’t let anyone hurt you — “work responsibly and take care”, her every morning’s advice

Vito, my dear nephew, “i will always love you and protect you forever”, his last message before he passed

the fire warden in the mirror, “have you smiled today?” my greeting to myself

Clarity

Learning, Poetic, This Person

Clarity's in you,
In the mirror in your hand.
Clean it everyday.

how can i deny how ugly i am with the mirror patched with oil and dust?

morning message from my mirror

thank you

Water War

Learning, Poetic, Those People

Today
The war was cool
Under the water
With some kids
Who know
Only fun!

look at those 3 teenagers — they shot me with a water gun under the water while i was swimming; they thought i would be annoyed, i said to them “hello” when i breathed in above the water then we became friends, they moved aside when i was passing by — thank you, sweet rascals 😀😘

i saw they did the same to other swimmers 😂👍🏽

i think i have fewer and fewer reasons to ignore blessings in this life

A Home

Learning, Poetic

A home's, Beloved
Where door's silently guarding,
Hot tea's comforting.

it is very easy for me to feel home anywhere i am as long as i see an immediate chance to be calm — i can stay in different hotels in different cities/countries with no effort as long as they are safe and clean

it answers why i don’t enjoy wandering around too long in a market place like shopping mall; i feel like the market place is moving in to me

it also answers why i feel so home in WordPress rather than in other platforms

home is where my heart can tolerate excitement