Category: Learning

Hi, Purple Crocus.
You must have been hugged by snow,
Now rise joyfully.

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How is it possible for a seed to grow if not because of a warmth hug from Mother Earth blanketed by white snow?

May all beings be happy.

I’m so blessed with such a looooong weekend that I say it again and again and won’t stop playing with colours.

✍️

when time allows, colours play as much as they wish to

Offerings of Beauty

Orchids, Beloved,
Greeting beholders offer
Beauty of their life.

It’s almost end of Ramadhan 🐣 what comes next should be its footprints

a day with yourself breathing well is a blessing — enjoy it like a long long weekend 🐣

Roses

Roses, Beloved
Gift born by Mother Nature.
A beau with sharp thorns—

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When you love a flower, let it stay in its tree until it passes away by the warmth of the day prince and the coolness of the night queen. It deserves nothing but appreciation; admiration is too fake for a shirt life of a rose.

Weekend, weekend! Very looong weekend!

🐣

keep practicing, not for perfection but for character 💓

Watching Beauty Decomposed

Learning, life, Poetic, This Person, Those People

Beauty, Beloved
Bodily fades. Beauty stays
Only as value:
Commitment, integrity.
Forever? Yes, forever.

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I won’t exchange anything in me with anything from any other beautiful, rich, sexy women who look happier and more successful because I love the way Mother Nature presents life through this very journey.

Watching physical deterioration is provoking yet amazing. Seeing my own picture from small girl to adult mature, it takes courage to tell myself that who was radiantly strong has grown to this dully weak. At the same time it takes courage to tell myself that who was carelessly egotistical has grown to this wisely humble.

Thanks so much for all the lessons and gifts. I won’t regret. 🐣

May all beings be happy.

Dedicated to: scammers who never stop trying stealing from others in one way or another – if you don’t have money, just stop shopping, don’t use others’ to satisfy your impulsive buying, lazybones!

this old guy is clear and accurate, the other two favourite: the apartment doorman and the psychologist – different spectrum of covert beauty

Missing The Missed

Missing
You
Is
Evolution of
Emotions 
From joyful
To happy
To drawn
To sad
To desperate
To given up
To letting go.

The you
That
You—

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Missing you— 🐣

hmm good progress, one song 😁

A Gift

A gift, Beloved,
From hands with a heart tested
Through time to well shine—

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Giving is one of human nature that can fade away if the hands and the heart are let be corroded by calculation and distrust.

It’s a gift to have hands loaded with loving and caring heart or heart equipped with loving and caring hands with very little if not any calculation and distrust. Train yourself, dear self to be generous. Just don’t get trapped by scammers who never stop trying to leak tanks. 🙂

Alfatihah.

first medium size canvas (30×30) – preparing a painting for one good neighbour in Singapore

Behind The Hills

What’s behind the hills?
A secret— that will greet you
If you keep riding.

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Let’s go biking! 🚴🏻‍♀️

A Gate

A gate, Beloved,
Before a flight through the stairs
Before the next gate—

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⛩

a milestone to mark – a torii standing still

One Step At A Time

Never miss a step
Taken to reach the last point.
Just enjoy. And joy—

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Enjoy today’s experimental bread. Not the best but truly an enjoyable process. Should have been only one potato

Fasting is always about hunger, thirst and on hold of many things. But it’s worth doing, its breaking is worth waiting.

May all beings be happy.

🐣

Biutyful

Learning, life, love, Poetic

Life’s misunderstood
As blurred when eyes are cloudy.
Beauty is constant
Not to the eyes. To the heart
It’s a bunch of what’s biutyful.

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Observing the observer—

Let them misunderstand whatever about your own self as a secret is a secret that will remain mystery to those sleeping or cloudy eyes. If bright eyes can be tricked with a sheet of A4, what will a block of wall do to those cloudy?

Life is biutyful.

my love isn’t romance – no description matches

Hari Kartini

Learning, life, Those People

Hari Kartini ki mesthi dadi dina paling dieling-eling marang bocah-bocah wedok jamanku ning Indonesia. Ngapa? Merga saben Hari Kartini bocah-bocah wedok jamanku paling ora pisan pindho nate bayakan (nganggo kebaya), jarikan, gelungan, sing wong tuwane nduwe ragat ya macak ning salon barang. Sing wong tuwane dhompete kandel ya anake ayu moblong-moblong. Sing sederhana ya wis biasa ae, ketok wedhakan, bengesan, jungkasan mening wis lumayan mbois.

Ning maknane Hari Kartini ki kok ora pati mancep lan nilas ning ati lan jiwane bocah-bocah ya? Nek diarani tokoh emansipasi wanita Indonesia, apa iya bocah-bocah sing jarikan macak nganti ayune uleng-ulengan ki paham maksude apa? Kok nganti saiki wong-wong wedok ijik akeh sing didiskriminasi kaya jamane Ibu Kartini.

Apa cukup carane memperingati Hari Kartini ki nyang sekolah utawa kantor nganggo klambi daerah mblenger ditutuli benges, sedow lan celak ben ketok medoki?

Sakjane ya kudune rada jeru ya masiya nek isane ngono ya wis ben ngono sik. Ning muga-muga ae bocah-bocah wedok Indonesia ora mandheg maknani Hari Kartini mung dadi tetenger wiyose Ibu Kartini, tapi luwih meneh maknani laire rasa setara, dudu kompetisi antarane lanang lan wedok, rasa melengkapi antarane lanang karo wedok ana ing urip iki, ora balapan, ora royokan.

Alhamdulillah wis enek Hari Kartini. Paling ora enek sing ngelingne lek wedok ki kudu piye lan isa piye. — wedok ki ora mung sumur, kasur, dapur tapi ya oleh tandur, tutur, ngatur barang. Wis piye?

Sugeng ambal warsa, RA Kartini.

Selamat Hari Kartini, para perempuan Indonesia. You’re well respected whoever, wherever, whenever you are, no matter what. 🙏🏼

🎂

Perfect

Perfect, Beloved
Indication of moments,
Not about others—

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I thought there was perfection but then life showed me that the only thing truly modified by the word perfect is time or in some situation called moment. Other than those two creatures are never essentially perfect, they are perfect through some agreed points of view.

When it is over, it is perfectly done – time is up. When it is cut, it is perfectly completed – time is up.

And I accept a “time is up” sincerely or forcefully. A let go. A move on. A celebration. A moment to remember. A memory to save.

Oh life…. A set of perfect moments you are!

Thank you!

how do you hide imperfect look? make it black and white, that’s exactly what some human beings do to judge others – black, white — or, slice the thing, don’t see big picture and perfection is as if there 🧐

Singapore – Apr. 19, 2022 / 21:03

Life As I Like It

Learning, life, Poetic, This Person, Those People

Good life, Beloved
Surrounded by them most loved
In green serene air—

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I like to tell some colleagues that I’ll be the host for our reunion dinner in my home 15 years from now. It must be a good time to talk about how we’re doing what we’re doing.

Though not soon, ‘m looking forward to a long life to make it happen.

See you in a green serene garden, fellas! 🥳

water, greenery, away from parties – life as I love it 💓 – one spot in Singapore Botanic Garden 😍

Temasek – Apr. 19, 2022 / 19:33

A Space Called Waiting

It’s silence
Filling the air,
Expanding time that kills
With infinity and mystery.

This strand has threaded millions of pearls of breathing taken one by one.
This is also a ribbon that goes miles and miles scripted with memories loaded with emotions.

There is one last pearl and there is a period. Only time knows at which point—

Only flowers can fill the gap while waiting.
They are food and garnish at the same time,
Bride and groom,
Prayer and curse,
Bright and pale,
Symbolised and clarity,
Birth and death,
Duality in one bouquet.

This lounge feels alive
With the flower arrangement sitting at the corner,
Silently
Accompanying everyone
Waiting to depart.

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Life is forever, crossing one bridge to another. Alfatihah.

Temasek – Apr. 18, 2022 / 20:14

One Way To Forget

Away from real life
In real life: watching movie—
One perfect weekend!

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Good movie is not always that with good cinematography quality, to me good movie is one released and on when there are many to run away from for some time in real life. Sitting in a huge space among those we don’t know feels like a freedom with responsible limit: we enjoy ourselves and try our best not to disturb others who are enjoying the same thing with us in different way — some people scream watching some scenes, I simply close eyes and block ears; some giggle, I laugh loudly; others eat and drink, I enjoy Fisherman’s Friend, and so on, and so forth.

Life is full of blessings if we can see it from the right point of view.

Salaam.

the best place to run away from reality: theatre 🥰

Temasek – Apr. 17, 2022 / 21:15

Little Bird

Bob, Learning

Hi, little bird. Befriend with your wings which look weak but bring you freedom. Befriend with your feet which look twiggy but hold you balanced. Befriend with your feathers which look light but give you warmth. Befriend with your eyes which look dark but show you pixels others can’t enjoy. Befriend with your tiny beak to sing only happy songs because sad songs are only for you when you’re with a trusted circle — hush! Untrusted flock will spill your sad stories everywhere to make themselves happy and feel important, and that will make you even sadder. Sing, perch, fly and enjoy your life responsibly freely.

Look, little bird. The sun shines brightly giving hopes to the heliotropic, while the air is yours through its pressurising differently every moment you move. Enjoy every second that you can capture, no matter what. Sing!

“I’m little bird, oh little bird in a short pretty life. I’m little bird, oh little bird in a realm of colours. I’m little bird, oh little bird, oh me.” 🪶

Have a wonderful weekend!

Salaam.

found one beautiful photo of a lil bird in Instagram and couldn’t stop the temptation to put it on my humble media 🪶

Singapore – Apr. 16, 2022 / 21:47

Missing Home

I feel home here now.
Yet I miss home somewhere there
Where friendship is near.

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Can’t wait to be home for a short while…. 💝

Strokes of Colours

Woven coloured threads
Build a spread of table cloth,
Freshening guests’ eyes.

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While white is the most beautiful colour, bright colours are good choices to brighten most days!

Welcome, tired eyes to a realm of colours.

Salaam.

Singapore – Apr. 14, 2022 / 21:00

Quietness

It’s dark, Beloved,
I’m afraid. Where should I go?
Walk through the shushed wind.

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One wise teacher said,”Your path might be dark and you can’t see anything but don’t worry, my child as the hearing works without the light.

Listen. Listen carefully”.

at times I should thank the pandemic…. for making this area the least crowded, so quiet, only sound of water then hair dryer…. the rest is silent air❣️

Singapore – Apr. 13, 2022 / 21:22

The Evil Giant Is Soon To Fall

When the evil giant is in danger,
What will he do?

I see the giant beats the air like a storm.
The giant kicks the trees blindly.
The giant screams on the top pitch with anger.
The giant pushes down all fences around him and stomps on everything and everyone on his way.

The giant rages wildly forgetting the land isn’t only flat plateau.
Hidden canyons can put things to an end.

Hey, evil giant!
Why don’t you open your eyes?
No one steals your food. It’s you having stolen their food and now they’re taking it back from you!
And open your eyes!
A deep dark canyon full with poisonous snakes, sharp dagger-like thorns and hungry fire ants is far more dangerous than the bear, tiger or T-Rex. With those creepy crawly you simply don’t see them coming.

Hey, evil giant!
You’ve created too many broken hearts and broken hopes.
You’ve torn apart many other creatures’ pride and property.
If you don’t stop,
See what’s coming.

The evil giant doesn’t listen.
There’s something about his pride nobody can understand.
There’s something about his greed nobody can accept.
He still walks in rage, this time with hidden fear and shame.
He knows he’s going to fall but he denies any fact to it.

I know he’s going to fall. 

Soon.

Very very soon.

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God rescue and protect the weak, the ill-treated, the oppressed from the oppressors.

War? Yes it is also about war; but not only that. It is about those who are the victim of any kind of oppression, harassment, abuse, discrimination.

Alfatihah ❣️

Mahesasura, the evil giant in Javanese shadow puppet — he wants everything, at the end gets killed by Subali the white monkey king

Singapore – Apr. 13, 2022 / 20:00

History of A Tree

You have to believe
Nature lives with you, ruling
Games in which you are.
See colours. Watch shapes. Seasons,
Patterns count the scores to make.

Fruits rot. Flowers sere.
Leaves fall. Trunks topple. Roots die.
This plant is a name
In encyclopaedia,
Memory of its climbers.

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This body has expiry date. I’m seeing it deteriorates in time. What will be something of me left behind?

Temasek, Ramadhan 11 / 5:55am

dear sun, when you’re down, where are you and what are you doing?

Short History