Category: Learning

Are you ready to be ready? Be ready to be ready. Now here—

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Sweet Heart

Hello, my sweetheart.
Is life still sweet and vibrant?
Nes, said twisted tongue
Who means yes but mixed with no.
Making decision is wow.

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Sweet is banana rice cake for breakfast and lunch. Should dinner be with the same? Please no. But where is thanksgiving if food is wasted? Sometimes good is not always good like this sweet banana rice cake that ends up as a dilemma. 💕

Lesson learnt: the karma of trying a full recipe is eating the same food the whole day without knowing to whom complaint shall be aired 😁

today’s banana rice cake! as sweet as a light heart 😘

Little Bird

A bird is sailing
On a clean stream down the hill
On a dry brown leaf.

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(from Pinterest) – a fragile creature on a fragile creature – how beautiful life is!

Home

Learning, love, Poetic

Home is
Where an equation is done.
X factor is found,
Balance is placed,
Abundance is defined
Although life is never perfect.

Home is
Where the most important things gather.
Love is respected.
Respect is loved.
Priority is defined
Although life will never be perfect.

Home is
Where a painting is displayed.
Colours are combined,
Shapes are drawn.
Beauty is defined
And imperfect life is accepted.

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that one tall white tree in the middle is the eucalyptus tree decided to cut down for the sake of the house to built in a nice spot; thank you, eucalyptus; it is unfortunate that you could not be replanted with some reasons — as much as I love you (so so much), I prefer respect for a home with other trees breathing with me 💕

Number

Learning, life, Poetic

Number’s readable,
Intension’s not. Heart can read
Yet eyes can deny.

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My Japan trip gave me a lot of insight. That an intension can be hidden yet sooner or later it will be naturally disclosed. That I should not entertain any underestimating and/or disrespecting expression —hidden or shown— as life is moving forward not backward. That if symbols or signs are not delivered to me as good will, all of them are false; ignoring them is the best way. That it is the right way to let them happily underestimate and/or disrespect and/or show superiority as their life style.

Human being should communicate verbally as part of real interaction. Without clear and genuine verbal communication at all and just sending signs and symbols, they fail respecting others. Wishing happiness is the best way as that’s what they need the most. Stopping interacting in whatsoever way is the best decision as they don’t contribute anything except confusion.

Happy weekend! 😍

13 can be 13 or “1 and 3” or 4 or 3 or 2 or nothing — whichever you choose to be, don’t choose to be “corrosion on an iron bar, permanently damaging the quality of the bar”

Home

Learning, Map It!

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Where can food be good
With less taste or little garnish?
It must be a home.

clean both look and taste is the main strength of Japanese food; better than in-flight meal so let’s eat before going home 💝

tada! fat makes the cold noodle perfect – murky and tasty!

not a fan of red meat, but good ribeye once in a while ok lah….

well done! or burnt? is a perfect choice 😂

Breakfast

Learning, Map It!

Morning is welcomed
By a tray of whatever
Turning to a best.

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this never works for me anytime anywhere!

this made my today’s breakfast a gift from end of 2022, thank you!

Praying

Swinging steps to gates.
Washing hands and mouth. Flying.
Whispering. Amen.

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a shrine on a small hill, a true luxury to visit for a short while 💕 thank you

Typo

Typo is parties
Done by drunk fingers dancing
Teasing sleepy brain.

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typo is my best friend ***be side*** autocorrect 😂 please understand 🙂

Morning

Morning is about
Chirping birds, calm sea, soft breeze
Greeting these senses.

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hi, Kudamatsu sun. how would you not tell me how much I love this life with your yellowness that swipes yesterday to today ☀️

Drag Me

Drag me to your heart
Even if it hurts my head,
Said I.

I know you’re teasing
Even when I mean it,
Said I.

I smile in silence
Letting you laugh in joy.
Sad I’m.

Enjoy it.
Enjoy your days,
Said I.

I walk away
Leaving the last piece of my heart.
Dragging my luggage
Alone.
Smiling.
Winning
Against my own sigh.

To you, who secretly teasing again and again and again and again. Thank you. Life is full of fun. 💗

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….and yes! became the last one even behind the gorgeous senior Japanese ladies! thanks God not the aluminium suitcase that can’t be dragged without hurting both its body and my heart 😂

Small Thing

Small thing is cherry
On a big cake, red and brave
Savouring the day.

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feel good!!! beyond my thought! thank you! autumn is always romantic in itself 🥰

feel so good; i couldn’t stop laughing yet wondering about that guy in the statue – his moustache is incredibly long and straight! what a myth!

then i found he is real! 😍 Gaishi Nagaoka is his name; browse him in the Net! 👍🏽

will pose as him tomorrow morning after breakfast when i meet my work partners 🥰

Window

Learning, Map It!

How can you travel
Without any gloom and stress?
Take a window seat—

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window is the best seat to enjoy a flight: can see the sky freely and work; a perfect safety to sit at wing area yet not a perfect view – never mind, there is always things to compromise 💝

not a perfect seat: can’t see the view freely + can’t work freely, yet feeling protected sitting between two 💝

Love & Luck

Learning, love, Poetic

My love is mostly dumb, stubborn, too thin to see, and makes you hate me.

My luck is often loud, sudden, too huge to miss, and makes me love you.

I’m not a gambler, yet think you’re a dice rolling numbers for a prize.

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my love and luck grows for and bows to you

Kamu

Hei, kamu
Yang ada di mimpiku
Kadang datang sendiri
Kadang sebagai bayangan
Kadang menakutkan
Sering membawa senyuman.

Hei, kamu
Yang ada di langkahku
Kadang berlari menjauh
Kadang memancing ingin tahuku
Kadang menyebalkan
Sering membawa pemakluman.

Hei, kamu
Yang aku kenal tapi tak kenal
Kadang nampak cinta
Kadang nampak benci
Kadang seperti ada
Sering tak terlihat ada.

Hei, kamu.
Iya, kamu.
Kamu yang sedang berjalan
Menemui dirimu.
Kadang seperti ragu.
Seringnya tanpa bimbang melaju.

Ah, kamu!
Kamu memang kamu!

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Sweet Dream

Sweet dream is a gate
Out to where dandelions
Let their achenes fly.

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Goals in Lau Pa Sat

I wish as many as Asian teams can win as many as possible. Yet they shall not beat Brazil. No one shall beat Brazil!

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watching South Korea vs Ghana in Lau Pa Sat! between cheering goals and craving for satay!

Home

You are a music
Played by the breeze to my ears,
Whispering a home.

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Rindu Adalah

Learning, love, Poetic

Rindu itu
Sebutir berlian tak diasah
Teronggok begitu saja
Menanti pengasah berputar.
Tak ada yang mau.

Rindu itu
Sebiji nanas madu tak dikupas
Tergeletak di atas meja
Menanti pisau mengiris.
Tak ada yang mau.

Rindu itu
Setangkai kembang api mati
Terbujur kaku di dalam wadah
Menanti pemantik menyala.
Tak ada yang mau.

Rindu itu
Kabut tipis tentangmu
Tebal menyelimuti kaca
Menanti cuaca berganti.
Mau tak mau.

Rindu itu
Bukan tentang kamu yang lupa.
Rindu itu
Tentang aku yang tak ingat.
Mau tak mau.

Rindu itu
Rindu ini.
Sibuk sendiri
Hingga ia puas bermain
Lalu menggandengmu pergi.
Kau harus mau.

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flowing river, stay in me…. loving to be home

A Choice (ranting)

Which glass, Beloved?
The one that brings me to you
Enjoying the home—

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In a call with a best friend just now I complained about the madness Twitter has brought to me. She didn’t say sweet words because she knew I didn’t need them. She preached me instead. 🙃

BF: Hey! You quit Twitter earlier with a good reason. You are back for a good reason. I know you support freedom of speech but for dumbass Twitter is to express hatred and stupidity— to throw up and to shit. Twitter is where the smart brave excel because of their endurance, the smart timid like us should only observe or have fun to survive and the stupid idiot wander around like hungry hyenas collaborating behind the screen destroying humanity. If you can’t take it, quit for the second time. Blah blah blah

BF: Or, go back to Facebook where some friends scrutinise whatever we do and give us sugar-coated words while laughing behind us or even stabbing in the back. Or, be busier in Instagram where people show their lavish life that might be fake; and where people especially you happily stalked your crush ha ha ha. Blah blah blah….

I have to agree with her though. WordPress is a home, serene and comfortable to stay warm and sane. Twitter is a market, busy and crowded but is worth visiting regularly. Instagram is a photo studio that should be visited only once in a while.

Me: Ya, ya…. Blog sites are still a home for me. I need Twitter to read some news, it’s like going shopping.

BF: Let’s go shopping again. We don’t need to look smart to go shopping. Just a bit of curiosity and bargaining position. I saw Fau follows you.

Me: Ya. I found her in one G20 tweet. Escaping from Facebook. She really suits Twitter the most.

Time for lunch!

Budding

The orchid’s budding,
Silently showing the day
About ever hope.

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just this afternoon I found the orchid hung behind the shower door is budding! thanks much! sorry for missing your beauty! be in your prime time when I am back home 🥰

Live!

Blooming

Orchids are blooming,
Telling her to keep smiling.
Smiling is charming.

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Left for some time, they keep their good vibe! Blooming again! Thank you!

Love of Batik

Colours and patterns
Drawn for beauty and meaning—

At times the colours call
To get brightened up.

At times the patterns invite
To compare accuracy.

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To me the highest luxury in life is not branded bags, luxurious houses, luxurious car, luxurious holiday (not backpacking though); but it is hand-made batik. With as low as USD100 I can afford a sheet of hand-made batik that definitely a way to conserve local culture and to help the batik makers survive life. There are brands and designers sell the batik for doubled prices; with the same quality of my USD100 batik, they probably sell it for at least USD400. My most expensive batik is only for USD700; imagine how much those brands and designers will sell them — trusted names do sell.

How can batik be so expensive even bought from the first hand like mine? It of course involves high technique and skills (senior batik makers can make very delicate and accurate result of batik), the patterns made, the colours used (the more colours esp natural colourants, the more expensive as the blocking process can be more than twice); time consumed (can be up to 5 months to complete one sheet of 2.5m of hand-made batik sheet), quality of fabric used (cotton and silk is the most common). In short quality hand-made batik is a combination of high art and high patience!

Today is my batik day. Some of the batik sheets got light treatment of “airing” in which folded batik is unfolded, hung loose to get some breeze for around an hour. This is my own technique in rainy days. In sunny day the sheets should be sunbathed.

Batik treatment by an amateur batik curator ✅

Let’s do more fun today! 💗

Thank you, dear weekend.

Salaam.

another group that need airing or sunbathing tomorrow 🙂 others will be next month 🙏🏼

amazed by the batiks as collected or curated by those professional curators 😍

5 and 7

Throw up all you have
To the ocean embracing
Both pearls and rubbish.

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Everyday is showing off about 5 and 7 by human beings to thank and celebrate themselves at the same time to hurt and disrespect whomever they don’t dare communicate directly. What a match! 😘

Spice up your days! 🤩

let’s cook! politics is coming from the kitchen 😁

Politik Euy!