Garden of Roses

My heart is a garden of roses
That bloom
When I feel
You.

My heart is a garden of thorns
That prick
When I think of
You.

wishing that a climbing rose grows and blooms happily in the kitchen door πŸ’• my guests will feel the beauty without having to think of the gardening

picture from Pinterest

Wishing

I wished him much money
I wished myself something less
I won't know if he'll be happy
I know I get the best

Merry Christmas

i met a friend who asked me to wish him happiness by having a lot of money then i wished that for him; he asked if i wanted the same wish, i asked him to wish me that i live my life to the fullest — he said “you are blessed with it now”

some friends simply make you feel thankful forever with what you have

A Guest

A guest, Beloved:
Someone enjoying your home
Then a warm farewell

it’ was either me or my friend the guest here; yet we both enjoyed today’s dinner so much

Sweet Setting

Leaving with no grudge
That giving an ugly setting
To this short story

you can be someone’s story background like those flowers and grass in this photo; make sure you make the story go more smoothly or feel more easily — keep your bitter and sour taste for yourself 😁

so much love today as all things were perfectly resolved — idem ditto for all days ahead πŸ’•

Bloom then Leave

If there is good way
To flourish: let flowers bloom,
Leave them with their smile.

when things are enough, this is the only one to be preserved: good impression about the thing, good lesson to be better, positivity about future — life is beautiful, no revenge, no interest anymore to those wasting time πŸ’•

morning in Erawan β™₯️ well spent with good meditation before going north for productive day πŸŽ‰

Friendly Visits

There's no other word
Better than welcome and thanks
To visiting friends.

me, Mbak Dee and Pak Soer in MRT red line from Orchard heading to my home — welcome to my humble abode! πŸ™πŸΌ

Mbak Dee and I are durian eaters, Pak Soer is social durianer πŸ˜‚

maybe it is the durian at night that has made me “fresher”, not only the medication that brings some spike of food craving 🀭

we went home at 12am with durian burp smell and promise to meet again some day

thank you, Mbak Dee and Pak Soer πŸ’•

One Best

One best, Beloved
Not ranked number one but that
From problems not run--

there’s always one best and this one is for today’s 😊 (sautΓ© grated carrot, fried dried fish, seaweed)

home cooking is my favourite food

Old

I'm old, Beloved.
Inch by inch closer to the gate
Of letting all go.

the wooden structure at the end of the bridge used to be a ryokan that is not in operation anymore, it was left with its old days’ golden era — it is now deserted and decayed

a reflection of getting old?

A conversation with best friend about definition of old and our getting old.

Me (M): By UN definition we are not old yet. Old is those above 60.

Best friend (BF): That’s just to make the working age later and later.

M: So we still have at least 16 years before officially called old by the definition.

BF: By then they define old as those above 70.

M: I guest human beings push the boundary to stay young.

BF: Young and immortal?

M: I don’t want to be immortal.

BF: You will if you have children. You will want to live seeing them grow up, get married, give you grandchildren, and so on with you healthy and happy with them.

M: They want it, too? Only if I am around without any care needed from them I guess.

Both of us: πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚

About the UN definition of old

Home

A home, Beloved
Where kitchen's fun and alive,
Diningroom's smiling

i’ve been living away from my parents since young age and before that i loved to cook for everyone in the family; i was not a best cook but my father loved most of what i made — now i realize why i prefer home cooking (both mine and my friends’) to the restaurant food — most home cooking is loaded with fresh ingredients, less additive substance and lots of sprinkles of love

my friends are visiting soon and i am thinking of cooking for them — excited! πŸ’•

Home

I'm flying back home
To weave a new home that's warm
And knows only you.

—-

Muraksara Nusantara — “Indonesia’s human beings” in Soetta Airport domestic arrival, in transit before Singapore

Yes, I know most of them thanks to their roles and professions in Indonesia — I respect most of them due to their integrity leaving me no doubt that human beings are created to inspire others positively, question some due to their fake impartiality whether their people or their “political promotor”

we Indonesian will never forget how these two men of two poles apart life principles fought for the birth of Indonesia that is formed from hundreds of sultanates and kingdoms — asked, I would vote Hatta first as a man of integrity for his loyalty and honesty, while Soekarno for his speech and bravery

Home

Home, Beloved,
When all faces lining up
Remind me of you.

—-

Rupa Buwana in Soekarno Hatta International Airport, Banten — faces of those people of the world who have outstanding contribution — I am still asking “why there is no Steve Jobs and Emily Dickinson? πŸ˜ŠπŸ’•

Indonesia’s 1st President and Vice President — Soekarno and Mohammad Hatta

Purple

Purple is royal,
Then royal becomes too high.
Let white be ruling.

—-

dots, lines, shapes and colours — i used to love purple until one day white looked lighter to both my eyes and head πŸ’•

when light is growing prettier

Self Portrait

How do you look, Love?
Are you as fierce as tigers?
Or as cute as cats?

—-

picture from Pinterest

selfie is a modern version of self portrait — we can be the best artist we’ve ever wanted and shown the world the best version of our interpretation of our appearance

I love selfie — it is a freedom to see myself, not always good yet that’s me πŸ’•

i tried to paint a self portrait yet the result is sooo artistic that I can’t recognise my own self πŸ˜ƒ i have a friend who is painting not really nicely but able to capture the character of the subjects — i should practice more β™₯️

I think one year is good enough to at least knowing how to capture the character, painting nicely is never my goal

goal: capture the tigerness in my catness and the vice versa ❣️😊

Forgotten

I'm a river
Forgotten when reaching the sea.
Nothing I can brag about this name.
I'm almost reaching estuary,
A transit for this memory.
I won't stop,
Home is soon to see.

—-

how great, how clear, how far the rivers can be; they will be forgotten once reaching the sea — union after separation

Picture borrowed from https://www.neefusa.org/story/water/what-estuary

Weekend

Tell me about weekend.
A basket of laundry,
A bunch of rambutan,
A nap without a dream.
As real as today's rain,
As fabulous as tomorrow's hope.

—-

what makes my nap tight — my laundry, my bone crusher πŸ˜‚

what makes my day sweeter — Malaysia rambutan! β™₯️

Home

A home, Beloved,
Where orchids bloom silently
Giving a surprise.

β€”β€”

can you see a long spike there? how didn’t I see it before my trip? it should have been around for around 2-3 weeks 😍

a bud! πŸ’•

Believe

What should I believe
When eyes don’t say the truth?
Should I believe that
Who dilutes tears with rain water?

Let’s sit together where we can chat
About why I should take your words and
How.

β€”β€”

this only happens when eating apple is not a luxury anymore or when apple is not considered edible β€” life runs in different laps based on what each individual believes

πŸŽ‰