Met In a circle Glowing In their own lights. No disco ball, No loud music, No expensive wine, No trendy bar, No dancing floor, No smoke, No things fancy, No luxury, None— Oh! They are not that innocent. They gossip those funny facts, They laugh at each others And at others, They munch baskets of food, They drink gallons of water, They sip wine to tipsy, They speak loud and lots, They enjoy some music, They gather humbly. They oopsy WE do it worse Just differently from other decent parties. Ordinary we—
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recent hot party with good friends; thank you, dear humble life 💝
Between green and blue There is this heart. It adorns this white soul. They adore each other. One hums melodies to the other. The other recites lyrics to the one. One by one the stones are strung. A strand, two strands, three strands— They are jewels that embelish. They beautify the beauty.
Thanks, Allah for today! Please ignore my complaints; they are mostly coming as post menstrual signals or ummm when these hormones are truly testing me. 🥰
Thanks for the yummy food and for the good mood.
Salaam.
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of course the roticanai was bought frozen and i just re-cooked them 😁
Some songs are meant to cure headaches. And this is one of them. I’ve played it right after completing today’s work and probably will only stop it tomorrow morning.
I believe everyone has this type of songs and for those one should thank life.
Used to read the Indonesian version of Asterix comics, I become curious of the English one. So I bought one in Surabaya airport and almost completed reading it during flight.
The story is of course the same but interestingly the names attributed to some characters are different. Maybe it is to match with how the names of characters with certain personality traits are described in local language that suits more to the “locally logical thought”. It is almost the same case with “adapted names” in other translated comics (Disney comics, Tintin, etc). I don’t know, am just guessing.
Re-reading this comic has given me so much space to feel that I am not more than a human being that can feel so stressed with just a tip of taste of sadness and need a very light touch of humour to trigger laughter. 😊
Thanks, Grandpa Goscinny and Grandpa Uderzo. 💝
while Asterix and Obelix bear the same names, Obelix’ dog is Dogmatix in the English version — Idefix in Indonesian
the beloved druid who is Panoramix in Indonesian version — Getafix in the English
the beloved bard Assurancetourix in the Indonesian version — Cacofonix in the English
Vitalstatistix is the English version’s name of the chief of the tribe — Abraracourcix in the Indonesian
that village 😁 — Desa Galia in the Indonesian version
Colours, hues, shades, tints In a garden strike the eyes Wandering within.
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I am on an emergency short leave to visit my mother as my mother is sick. A sister called saying “she doesn’t want to eat”, “she can’t sleep well”, “she doesn’t want to visit her doctor”, “she thinks it is her time”, blahblahblah…. Alamak! Although sometimes we think she can be a drama queen, we start to think seriously when she can’t sleep well.
The second day of my visit she already watered her plants that line along my sister’s narrow garden. She sang along while walking in her house. She ate one big chunk of fast food’s fried chicken that my nephews insisted taken away for her. She has been back to her nature after meeting her children and grandchildren whom she missed who are now laughing with her at every breakfast, lunch and dinner time.
This morning she happily greeted the newspaper lady delivering her favourite “Jawa Pos”, the lady said “good morning, Ibu, you look radiant again”. She also had a short chat with her front neighbour about rain, cats and plants.
I think sometimes you just need to meet someone to be healthy. 💗
Yesterday morning I joined her watering the plants and took pictures of some of the blooms that have always made us all smile.
Salaam.
java tea — we call it “kumis kucing” here
jasmine sambac, everlasting fragrance — her favourite
zinnia, the humble beauty
white bougainvillea, the tough beauty
orchids at the left side of the gate — “your sister is a good gardener, she has made your orchids happily bloom!” she said
What can a gift do? Dance in the heart of friendship, Rest in the friends’ soul—
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Kinokuniya has much bigger collection than the bookstore in Changi airport; yet the books I buy for my friends are all from this airport. Is it because my search of books wanted by friends is always ready here? Or is it impulse buying? 😂
It doesn’t matter which one as long as it is for a good friend.
It is easy to say “that I should love all”; yet it is not that easy as to finally love easily in life as it takes a long process, including to understand what love is, how to express the love, to whom I should express it, how much love I should share, etc before it becomes my commitment to love.
To me everyday is love day, no matter how much love I can feel flowing in my veins. Today several love wishes came from some friends. Good to share with more people.
It might not be clear As the mirror is not clean. Reflection of You on me Is as clear as the song sung by the breeze, Whistling softly On to these eardrums.
Swoosh! You whisper, I could hear, We both share unvoiced laughter. Is that our smiles Or grins That we both share from miles away?
You Are playing so well, I Stay hugging this heart That shrinks with Your coldness, That shines with Your old shadow.
Dear, heart. Stay flawless mirror. With you I see Beloved. Be it beast or beauty, My love is worth reflecting clearly.
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love reflects to a mirror called heart, the clarity depends on the clearness not the size 💕
rike jokanan 
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