Category: Learning

Children are the mirror of their era.

Are they happy? Or, are they miserable?

Are they optimist or pessimist?

Are they loved? Or ignored?

Are they nurtured? Or tortured?

Let’s love our children…. Like we love ourselves.

But let’s love ourselves first then… ‘Coz if we don’t love ourselves, how can we love our children?

And, all in all we are creating mirror of their time….

Singapore – February 22, 2014 – 3:58am

He used to be the biggest enemy of Bob in Bob’s earlier stay in my mom’s house. He was very skinny then, always trying to peep what Bob was having for meal. Bob would stay inside, not wanting to go out welcome by his evil stare.

Mr. Gray is a tomcat which is now occupying my mom’s terrace – one corner where a curling water hose is put.

I am Mr. Gray….

He is there every single day, sleeping and curling, yawning and waiting for meal after Bob has finished the food on the plate. He is not so much evil to Bob anymore because he knows he will never replace Bob’s position in our heart. But he is trying to behave nicer by staying away from Bob – except at night when Bob is outside we sometimes hear they still quarrel over female cats…. Let it be, they are real cats.

Mr. Gray has become new member in our family. We won’t let him in though. We just spare a corner outside that we think still comfortable for him to nap. We give him meal every time Bob finishes with the breakfast, brunch, lunch, dinner or supper.

Mr. Gray would shout at us if we forget to feed him…. So sweet….

We know it is additional energy needed to share but it is good to share, even only with a cat.

Seeing that Mr. Gray behaves less evil to Bob, we are relieved. That Mr. Gray is fatter, we are thankful. That Mr. Gray lives a bit happily, we are also happy.

Thanks, Mr. Gray…. For being a good fellow creature enjoying the blessing under the sky…. We know you always pray for our good so that you can get good things from us.

We love you, Mr. Gray…. Go ahead napping….

Yio Chu Kang Rd, February 15, 2014 – 6:16pm

Mr. Gray is meowing: “Food, food…. I am hungry…”

Love’s Day – Why?

Bob, Learning, love, Poetic

I have so much love in my heart. I don’t need one named day to express mine to anyone. I can express it today, tomorrow, any days in the future like I did it yesterday, tester month, long long ago…. I just need love to do it. If I still have love in heart, I still have things to share.

I might have no flowers for you, but I definitely send you fragrance of flowers in my love….

I might not have chocolate for you, but I save the bitter-sweet shape of love in every breath I take then give…

I don’t have symbols when giving love. I just do with all my heart.

Be it misunderstood as too much, it is not a problem for me.

I just love…

My love touches all… Only the one that can feel the touch.

If the love is not felt, hopefully my love can grow bigger so that it can reach the untouchable surface of heart….

Life is so short.

How short it is, I don’t know.

It is not countable like the age.

But in the un-measured shortness, let’s appreciate it by doing things.

Doing things, the best manner we can.

No matter what, we have no choice but doing to be…. Being….

Doing the best

Being human,

In the shortness of life

Spreading love….

Vibrating my loving soul to the universe….

I love you, mother.

I love you, sisters.

I love you, my dear Bob….

I love you all fellow creatures….

Peace be upon all the universe….

Singapore – February 14, 2014 – 12:19am

My Love Is Forever Growing

Learning, love

I am almost 40 years old. So happy, without reason — age is not a reason to be happy. I just accept the way I am growing old, physically and mentally.

I was born in a family of seven. My late father, a wise simple man. My mother, the beautiful Javanese woman who is nurtured by this grand nature to be a super patient lady. Two brothers and two sisters. We are seven in a package, with ups and downs and some knots in our journey of life. And, now I have one son called Bob (Robert de Niro is his full name), my dear cat I’ve adopted as a son several years ago.

One more grey cat – we named him Mr. Gray – sleeps every single day in our verandah; so, let’s call him another additional family member.

I can’t give something extraordinary to them except one. Love…

I have nothing that grows forever, everlasting and without limit except love. I send it to my family members every single second with or without realising it.

All my family is in Indonesia. I am in a small country, Singapore. Not really far but less accessible sometimes.

When missing my family, I just open their pictures and send them my positive vibration. Or, I close my eyes, imagine their faces and send my energy to them.

It is a cloudy day, my love is still growing…. I am sending positive energy from Singapore to Indonesia, to cover my family or even all people there so that they feel the love that grows forever.

I also send my love to my dear Bob that has been so much lovely in his presence and absence to my physical. I love you, cat…

Mr. Gray, my love is for you. Be still, there coiling your fattening body until a plate of meal is served to you… Of course you should be patient until Bob is doing and you will have to have your meal together with him.

My love is also for all my neighbours, friends and all animals there… Be happy. I hope things go right… All violence is eradicated. You are living in happiness and peace…

To the world, earth and all the creatures in it… My love is growing forever for me and you… for us…

This love is precious. Never go away….

Singapore, February 8, 2014 – 5:11pm

Love Across The Border

I am away from home.

I am far away from family.

My closest family is Bob – a stray cat I adopted about five years ago when I was living in a rented room in Tangerang. Bob came to my landlady’s house every afternoon when I got home. I used to sit on one sofa inside or outside the house when he started to look at my chewing mouth.

“Are you hungry, cat?” From then on I never forgot to bring some food for him.

Now he is with my mom, in her village — 1,921 kilometres away from Singapore.

He is a spoiled son of mine. Almost all of my mom’s neighbours know that Bob is my “son” and they never dare disturb – if only all knew. Some don’t know and they would do things bad if they feel my cat (or any other cats) don’t behave… Oh man…. You behave please, a cat purely behave – you just don’t know.

I post Bob’s pictures on my fridge’s body and on the board of my workstation. I will greet his face in the photos everyday when I am in town. When I am traveling I kiss and smile at his saved pics in my smartphone. I feel like Bob is never far from me. My love and care for him is just the same from the first time I trained him to get used to my skin by touching on my toes on his body until finally he is fond of being caressed and stroked.

I sometimes salute him a Namaste from here just to whisper to his soul that we are never apart. Oh, what a special cat he is. Yes, indeed.

Bob was the only friend of mine when everybody did not want to be with me. Bob was the one staring at me when I was crying alone in my house. Bob was the one reminding me when there was someone climbing up to my house rooftop and saved me. Bob was the one who reminded me that there is always a soul caring…. And, he is the one making me so much full of energy in earning money. I sent some money to my mom to buy some food for him and of course for my mom…. 🙂 So simple my motivation, it is just a cat and a woman.

This Chinese New Year I hope I can go back home again to see Bob. I will let him know that my love to him is across the border. Not just a river I can sail across but it is the sky that I fly across to find good life for him.

Hi Bob, thanks for being my dear son for the past five years. Please behave, be healthy and live long. I always miss you….

Yio Chu Kang Rd – January 17, 2014 – 10:13pm

It was when he was sick before I went to a business trip for 3 days, I put him in an animal clinic that did not take care of him as well as I expected. Well, it was then…. Now he is ok with my mom and sisters.

Responsible Choices

Life is about choices, many people say. Not easy to choose the best one though.

My life is also full of choices. Every single day is between what in one hand and what in the other. Always two: this or that, here or there, now or never….

Am I thinking too much when I remember the day when I was so nervous and sorry for having chosen wrongly. Choose wrongly? What have I done? Many.

Thought I chose the wrong man that we broke up even with no strong ground. The worst relationship was actually the mostly-hoped-to-be-long-lasting; the guy literally dumped me because he just told me through short-message-service that “it is over”. Painful?

Thought I worked to wrong boss because that very good friend turned to be the most wicked vixen on earth — no wisdom I found at all when she became a boss. I left the company bringing a bunch of regret and wounds. How could one of best friends treat people like shit?

Thought I made a mistake when taking this current job because I learned that the stress was very high and being perfection is like an occult. I felt the stress and just wanted to go home. Even 5-star facilities could not help. What I experienced was chains of pressure and underestimation.

Thought I took care of myself the best I could. I thought I took care of my cat the best I could. I thought I did, I thought I didn’t….

All I thought are now turning into what I personally call “my glorious ordinary” — something in daily life so ordinary but making me gain victory every single day, no regret only big lessons.

The unfair relationship has taught a girl to be a more mature woman that would never let any man to just do whatever he wants to pretend to love her. A mature woman who still believes that freedom is not only man’s privilege; it is also woman’s right. My choice is right.

Working in a historical office with unskilled boss would make an ex employee aware that to be a leader someone has to be able to lead one’s self. Management becomes very urgent. Never let others decide what you believe is right and do what you believe is right. That lousy boss has even strengthened one’s character. My choice is right.

Working in a place where people want to gain perfection is one of honorable positions. It doesn’t make people become better than the rest but at least it makes people believe that they have the right to do their best. No need to be shiny in the world and get the big name but of doing stupid things but just to be glowing in the heart by being useful to people. My choice is right.

Making choice should be responsibly.

Won’t ever let myself choose irresponsibly like torturing animals that have nothing but receiving whatever human beings want to do about this earth. Never. Animals are also fellow creatures. Let’s love them the way we love ourselves….. Why don’t we start stopping violence to animal by adopting stray dogs or cats? Or, even by buying product (including cosmetics) that don’t apply animal testing.

Picture borrowed from http://viveashphotography.files.wordpress.com/2014/01/dsc_1303small.jpg

Won’t let myself make someone do things without any good reasoning. You want people to be good? What is good? Tell them why they should be that good. If they want, that’s good. If not, that’s good but there should be risk of not doing good.

Things are changing but no need to worry because change does not define us. Choice defines us.

Let’s choose with love. What is that? Choosing responsibly:

Choosing to not force our violent behavior to the weak. Choosing to amend regret by seeing the learning part of life steps. And letting fellow creature think of why we are choosing then letting them choose….

Life is full of choices and today I believe I choose the best way to express section of my unconscious mind here now….

Singapore – January 11, 2104 – 1:42am

2014 Resolution

It is the fourth day of 2014 and I haven’t stated my Resolution in this beloved site.

I can say I have been so thankful to this very life. It has granted me with all ups and downs full of lessons of joy. I met a lot of super people – super means nothing but people with beautiful heart open enough to welcome my existence even only one single second of their very breath. I’ve encountered a lot of challenges that make my mind even calmer and my spirit even filled with more bliss. I have done good things, and for more people for sure. Thanks, Universe….

Picture borrowed from http://www.honeykidsasia.com/singapore/best-of-singapore/new-years-eve-with-kids-2014/

This year — 2014 — was started with a celebration of love. I celebrated the New Year’s Eve in a public place among thousands of people but I was not disturbed with the crowd. I enjoyed my being alone in the middle of the cheering and shouting people. I saw the fire work hit the air with its sparks and booms!!! I enjoyed it.

I cheered, too when those fire works crackled in the free sky. It was like a reflection of my own self that wanna be free like the fountains of light falling down to the Marina Bay.

Aha! My resolution….

In this 2014, I want to embrace the most delicious phenomenon in existence: FREEDOM.

Freedom of owning my own self.

See you in the next crossroad, buddies!

Singapore – January 4, 2014 – 15:49

Picture borrowed from http://www.bizpacreview.com/2013/12/07/obama-administration-to-allow-wind-farms-to-continue-killing-eagles-88541

Celebrating Beautiful Life

Picture 1. Butterfly

Butterfly is beautiful. The colorful feathers reflect the incredible process of natural art. Always perfect combination of colors is expressed on them.

But, would you think deeper than just beauty without processes behind?

Many of us know that before being butterfly, a butterfly have to undergo some processes starting from being a tiny “meaningless” egg, ugly no-sexy-guy-oh caterpillar, blanket of cocoon fasting the whole month suffering from whatever it is…. Such a long way to be radiant flying colors!

But how many of us want to think of how precious those processes are for us to learn a lesson.

Being a tiny meaningless egg is not easy although you just have to stick yourself to a piece of leaf. You become a stamp to a piece of leaf – identifying “hey, please see this leaf is as important as a letter that should reach the recipient….” The tiny egg should be appreciated with high respect, it is a potential to grow. The egg is dependent on the environment – it only has a potential but not yet transformed. Let’s appreciate our tiny weeny egg in ourselves. If we can’t appreciate the lying egg, there goes our dream but to vain.

Picture 2. Hey, I am a tiny weeny eggy….

Oh the no-sexy guy caterpillar is crawling, so disgusting…. No way! It is disgusting because of our misunderstanding of it. It gives you poison and makes you itchy all over when you touch that guy but of course…. The guy is trying to protect himself. Who’s gonna say “yes, please” without struggling if threatened by suffering or death? Even dying itself is struggling in either saying goodbye to current physical or accelerating to reach the next door of life…. So, the guy is protecting his life, his dream and his growing potential – he knows now that he will have stronger potential. But he knows only eating…. Yes, that is what he needs to do because the life is calling him to eat, eat, eat – craving for any single thing edible for him…. He knows he’s gonna be fasting, gonna be poor, so saving for rainy days he is.

Mr. Caterpillar, please enjoy this grand life. Eat all the leaves, eat all sweetness of life, eat, eat, eat…. Craving for all… Stay hungry, stay foolish – that’s what’s Steve Jobs said. And, by staying hungry & foolish somebody does not have other interpretations of life except for studying, learning, eating (a must). Mr. Caterpillar’s belly won’t burst for sure because….

Mr. Caterpillar feel some hair is growing. He keeps eating but feels that he is gonna die. He becomes weaker and weaker, wiser and wiser then stops eating and goes to sleep.

Picture 3. Oh…. I am sorry I just don’t have the gut to see the guy….

In his sleep, in the grand slumberland he is connected to himself as miles of thread covering him that make universe call him cocoon…. He does not want to eat because his mount is now evolving, he just accepts whatever happens to his fatty long body that dries and slims because of fasting. More silk is coming our of his back – not hair anymore…. The silk is weaving itself to what ever they are – sort of leaves? Oh, Mr. Cocoon starts to forget his being a no-sexy guy oh caterpillar. He just concentrate in whatever process is now happening to him – no nerve is let out, all acceptance of being molten into a new creature…. Days in a woven web of something coming out of his back.

Oh, Mr. Cocoon feels something in his body move. There are leaves on his back now that still wrap him in the dark but it is time to open himself. Flowing fluid is pumped into his long nervous tissue.

His leaves – feather – are expanding, pushing out themselves to open a door of “dead” Mr. Cocoon. Slim legs are digging out the cocoon bag. Nobody should should help because anybody’s help can kill the newly-born butterfly. Let the butterfly bear its own birth. Just watch, smile and we’ll see he is capable of going out of his own darkness.

Picture 4. Mr. Cocoon

And, here is a beautiful butterfly.

A short process discussed in Entomology but it is a long process for one tiny egg on a leaf to become a real magnificent butterfly.

Please appreciate every tiny potential on earth since we never know what it would go to be. Give love to any potential and it will grow to a butterfly.

Picture 5. Celebrating beautiful life

I am happy to have been a tiny meaningless egg, a no-sexy guy of caterpillar yeah, a weary cocoon for all those processes have made me who I am.

Singapore – November 27, 2013 – 2:33pm

Picture 1 borrowed from http://www.deviantart.com/morelikethis/artists/210881601?view_mode=2
Picture 2 borrowed from http://www.learner.org/jnorth/tm/monarch/egg_butterflies_gallery.html
Picture 3 borrowed from (oh sorry….)
Picture 4 borrowed from http://lifecycle.onenessbecomesus.com/cocoon.html
Picture 5 borrowed from http://www.wallpaper.ge/view-beautiful_life-1280×800.html

Dove

Bob, Learning, love, This Person

I opened my card –

Dove….

White dove.

Serenity, being calm all over the breath, no hustle, no rush, just loyalty and sweetness of being love inside and outside.

Dove is here now, calming down my anger uproar.

Thanks…

Please be here as long as you’d like to.

Please be here as long as you’d think I need you.

So white, so dove, so serene……..

Pause a while….. In the middle of the haste – before gliding through a peaceful passage of unseen orbit.

Singapore – November 20, 2013 – 23:31

Picture borrowed from http://www.ejcr.org/teaching-sets/teaching-sets/White_Dove/manuscriptreviewhistory_whitedove.html

Gate

When you are already standing in front of the door, please don’t stop too long doing nothing. Pray, do knock on it or just go away because someone behind you wants to get in or somebody is going to go out from behind the door in front of you.

Life is just like going into different doors – never ending chains until finally the ultimate gate is welcoming you at the end of this big journey – just to start the new bigger one. So, don’t doubt. Go in or just go away.

The door is yours, the journey is yours, the decision is yours so never bother to think of others’ approval anymore.

Singapore – November 16, 2013 – 16:25

picture of gate of 23 Love Lane – a boutique hotel in 23 Love Lane, Georgetown, Penang, Malaysia (taken just on November 13, 2013 by myself)

Approval (is not for personal matter)

The older I am, the more stupid I am thinking I am…

Sometimes I need more approval from others to ensure myself that I am good enough. What for? Life is for self enjoyment – not for others’ happiness. Even if someone should be useful for others it is self fulfillment, kind of dedication in life, not too much care about they have done to others. Success in making others happy is just side effect of being happy with oneself.

Yesterday I opened one card of mine and it was bison on it.

Bison is symbol of abundance – all is provided to…. None in my life should not be thanked. It is such a wonderful state to be thanked, enjoyed and most importantly shared….

What a wonderful story to write in this blog.

I believe that next life would still consider me exist when it is recorded somewhere. Hey, I am thinking those all drawings in the cave were made by unpopular cavemen in their isolated loneliness. They were not the considered-best people in their era but they were actually brilliant enough to be a good memory of their times. Popular people in that time were probably too busy with politics and some more intriguing happenings. So, why should we are craving for others’ approval? Life is just chains of expression to survive its memory. Yeah…. We are just afraid that we lose our memory, that people will forget us, that time will ignore us. in fact, big no no. Let’s just be free soul to write, to draw, to speak, to sing, to do all things OUT LOUD!

So, let’s just leave all kinds of approval behind our personal life. Let our work be the ones with approvals. The rest, let’s surf with all our heart…..!

Singapore – November 4, 2013 – 17:17

Orchids in Changi Airport (a few to enjoy)

Learning, love, Map It!

To me, this airport has one added value. It provides nature presentation among those modern establishments. Some spots are decorated with plants and pools full with koi fish. In Chinese culture, this fish is believed to bring luck and wealth. In one central point is two giant bouquets of flower arrangement with flow of water and sounds of forest are played…. So much like surrounded by atmosphere of rain forest.

I took some pics of orchids planted in one spot of Changi, just to remember some pots of orchids I raised at home in Indonesia and that I left to reach my dream….

Thanks to the designer and idea owner of this concept. I am a villager – an alien – in Singapore that will eventually be sent to transit in Changi airport whenever I miss my beloved country which has (left over of) rain forests.

Not a professional works but these pictures are captured by eyes unstoppably reaching out for peaceful life…. Feel the vibration….

Blurred but beautiful

A family getting together

Pinky and white

This is I’ve never seen before.

Bigger blossoms

Let’s peep the happy beauty.

Another peep

Closer? Wants to give you a macro but…. it is a smartphone, not easy to adjust to get the best by this learner… Come on, it is just a step from the real sweet macro. Let’s call “almost macro”.

It is just part of a rich planet called our home…

Penang – October 22, 2013 – 20:32

Swimming (again after 4 years)

After 4 years not swimming, today I finally plunged into the pool just downstairs. I felt happy for being able to win my soul just to soak my body in a water container under the moon. I didn’t care if those people crashed me in heavy traffic pool. It was just cool!!! I swam again after 4 years. Such a success!

Just to share with you, the first thing I encountered before swimming is a crappy self. I did not even want to jump into the water. I just sat in the bench placed around the pool. If I jump, I will… If I plunge, I will… What if I can’t float anyone? What if I can’t swim anymore?

Then… I finally jumped! Just today!

The excitement of being surrounded by water is just a part of my emotion because I found that I was afraid of water The water is so blue and too “huge”. I felt like stop breathing, sound of water, sound of my bubbling breath under the water… “No! Help! I can’t breathe!”

Of course I didn’t scream. I just forced the water unblock my left ear. Oh, my…

The next emotional blocking was that I forgot how to harmonize my body parts. Oh, OK I can float now, so what’s next? Stroke the hands? OK, now the feet… Oh my gosh… Why did I become so hard and awkward like a log? I swam like a drunken shark… Imbalanced!

OK, it is good enough for the starting point. Let’s just call it a day! Tomorrow is always mine. And this is my day!

Picture lent from theactivechubby.com

Singapore – Oct’ 16, 2013 – 21:58

Kambing Muda Coklat Tua

Tangan ini mengisahkan seekor kambing muda coklat yang menghampiriku dalam teduh khusyu doa. Senyumnya tulus, matanya teduh, hatinya penuh keheningan dan kepasrahan…

“Aku tak punya pilihan lain, harus mati dikurbankan di hari rayamu.” Tak ada lagi kalimat lain, hanya senyum dan kemudian menjauh tanpa amarah padaku.

Tertangkup tangan hangat memancarkan cahaya merah jambu… bola merah jambu berpusar mengitari jagat, cinta kasih dan kedamaian menyelimuti udara…

“Wahai malaikatku, tidurkanlah dia dan kawan-kawannya saat sebelum disembelih hingga dia mati… Taburkanlah wewangian pada sekujur jiwanya… Bawalah jiwa-jiwa merdeka itu dalam bokor-bokor emas bertahtakan permata menuju istana… Di sanalah tempat mereka yang selayak-layaknya…”

Jiwa ini bergelung bak trenggiling kedinginan… Sungai air mata deras menggelontor kepedihan; menyapu debu dan angin yang melekat di tubuh ini, mengantarkan kambing muda coklat tua menghadap cintanya…

Singapura – 14 oktober 2013, malam yang penuh dengan kekhawatiran dan kegalauan karena mengingat kambing, sapi, kerbau, onta yang akan dikurbankan….

KEJAM (omelan acak)

Makin banyak manusia berjiwa kejam bermunculan di bumi ini.

Membunuh binatang,

Mengganggu binatang,

Membenci binatang,

Jijik pada binatang;

Semua itu indikasi saja…

Yang pasti mereka memupuk jiwa kejam dalam dirinya…

Baru tadi pagi kutemukan berita di National Geographic tentang cyber poaching yaitu perburuan melalu jalur internet yaitu berburu binatang-binatang dilindungi yang mengenakan GPS collar (kalung untuk mengetahui keberadaan lokasi binatang tersebut); tujuannya adalah supaya para poachers tersebut dapat membantai para binatang malang itu dengan mudah tanpa blusukan nyasar-nyasar di hutan rimba.

Baru-baru ini satu macan Bengggala (India) diburu secara online oleh manusia-manusia jahanam itu.

Kebayang nggak sih di era modern ini bisa saja hewan- hewan yang tadinya nggak langka sama sekali akan menjadi hewan buruan dan membuat pemiliknya ketar-ketir sepanjang masa. Terbayang di pelupuk mataku Bob, Minthil, si Abuy, si Abu, si Korep, Sora, Cedric, dan anjing serta kucing malang itu diburu lalu entah lah dimakan atau diawetkan dijadikan koleksi para manusia kaya sialan yang suka mengoleksi stuffed animals di istananya.

Mulai tergerak hatiku untuk jadi donatur WWF tapi again…. aku kok nggak percaya bahwa mereka ngurusin bener-bener para binatang langka. Makanya aku cuma mau ikutan temen-temen yang ngurus kucing jalanan, anjing terlantar dan jalur-jalur “lambat” lain yang lebih membumi dekat dengan kehidupan sehari-hari. Mereka peduli dan mengejawantahkan kepedualiannya dengan cara yang lebih membumi… Ah, ini tidak berarti WWF tidak membumi – hanya saja WWF terlalu sophisticated buatku…

Selamat menikmati hidup di jaman modern yang dipenuhi dengan kekejaman demi pelestarian hidup manusia tanpa peduli pada hidup makhluk lain.

Eh, sebenetar lagi Idul Adha ya? Maaf, saya nggak korban karena nggak mau salah memilih ternak yang ternyata belum ikhlas mati… Duh, Gusti minta tolong…

Singapore – 12 Oktober 2013 – 16:39

INTUISI

Mengasah intuisi…
Apakah seperti mengasah pisau? Bisa jadi…
Untuk mengoperasi penyakit menahun yang memblokir kejernihan berpikir.

Intuisiku menginformasikan di usia 39 aku bakal ke benua yang dulunya menjadi rumah bagi para penjaga padang rumput dan bongkahan nugget berkilauan di tanah-tanah berbatu… Dan tempat para bison menikmati kedamaian…

Wow! Semoga…

Garuda lounge – 1 September 2013, 7:13

MUSIC

Learning, love, Poetic, This Person

kutemukan musik dalam hidup
aliran udara dan tekanan angin yang berbeda menjadi musik
gemericik air dan gulungan debu menjadi nada
tarikan dan hembusan nafas yang satu-satu lembut, sedang, memburu, sesak… tempo…

musik,
jiwa yang berirama,
kehidupan yang berpola,
nuansa yang menggema beribu tahun, kembali mengingatkanku pada alunan musik

terlupa sejenak lalu ingat ketika terpanggil oleh kerinduan….
akan masa-masa yang penuh cinta…

musik selalu menggugah emosi,
menelusuri rasa,
membangkitkan keimanan akan pertemuan dengan yang sejati

dengan YangSejati….

Yio Chu Kang Road, 28 Agustus 2013 – 21:30

PRETTY SOCKS FROM MY SISTER

Learning, love, This Person, Those People

When I was a girl – about 10 years old,

I studied in a village school,

Students wore uniform – white shirt and crimson red skirt,

Black shoes and a pair of white socks.

Our socks were all the same, white – just white as long as half of our legs.

My sister, she was 16 y.o. at that time and studied in town…

And she would live in a boarding house, coming to visit our family every weekend,

There was a time when she always brought socks for me,

Special socks – because those socks from her were always much more beautiful than everybody else’s, either with pictures of strawberry, flowers, Heidi the Alp mountain girl, colorful, with laces, so many… one pair every week…

I will always remember that… My sister – her name is Andri – was such an angel to me and now she still is… She’s been with my mom, helping her with all the household chores and my mom’s small business, taking care of Bob my cat while I’m away, doing all things she can…

I love you my sister… You are such a beautiful perfect good saint in our family… Please spread your love as always… You are loved. Universe is blessing you…

Singapore, Aug 1 – 23:47

Picture is taken from http://thisthriftyhouse.blogspot.sg/p/favorite-posts.html

MALACCA – I AM BACK AGAIN

Malacca, part of Malaysia to which I’ve been so many times.

I guess I have been part of this area in my lives… Many lives of mine.

Wondering what I have been in my lives – let me learn the rope to be mature soul,

Wandering where I have been in my lives – let me learn the richness of my soul…

I hope I get the answer before game is over… :-))

Many buildings and monuments, so old with their memories

Roads and streets, so long history

Parks, beautiful

Shops, crowded and lucrative

River and piers, the trading activities….

People are different, time cycles…

I am just wondering why I am back here again and again; I hope I can be wandering to more places from the historical Malacca…

Malacca, July 29, 2013 – 15:00

MY LOVE TO ANIMALS

Bob, Learning, love, This Person

My life changed

When I adopted a cat and named him Bob.

From then on I have loved animals more and more…

Be it cat, dog or other kinds

I will give my charity as I can

The best I can…

God, please save the life of the neglected animals

…

MIMPI

Learning, love

Tadi malam aku bermimpi

Bertemu banyak kuburan di sekeliling rumah

Kuburan para pahlawan dari berbagai negara

Ada yang Jawa, dengan nama serba “O” membuat mulut monyong membacanya

Ada yang penulis entah dari mana, kuburannya dijajari buku-buku tebal

Ada yang memakai surban, mungkin dari pesantren mana deh

Ada dari Jepang, tapi aku nggak bisa baca namanya – huruf Kanji

Lalu di halaman rumah muncul tiba-tiba para penunggang kuda

Melambai-lambaikan pedangnya

Bajunya seperti para prajurit Amerika jaman awal dulu, so French gituh….

Biru baju seragamnya, pirang rambut dan janggut serta kumisnya…

Lalu aku seperti menghindar dari cabikan pedang

Lalu, kujumpai tiga orang yang kukenal: anak-anak mantan ibu kosku,

Oh, yang bungsu akan menikah dengan seorang duda anak satu…

Selamat, Dik…

Lalu aku berjumpa dengan kakak perempuanku yang ketiga. Dia seperti orang sakti…

Sungguh mimpi yang tak kunjung kudapati apa artinya,

Hanya menebak-nebak apa yang kubisa.

Mimpi,

Adalah sebuah fenomena tidur ketika jiwa kita terjaga…

Berjumpa jiwa lain di alam yang entah tak kukenali…

Riil namun tak dikenali tubuh.

Maya namun benar oleh jiwa….

Terima aksih atas perjumpaan kita dalam mimpi malam tadi,

Doaku semoga kita semua meneukan keindahan yang sebenarnya

Dalam tidur maupun jaga.

Jangan sakit, jangan marah, jangan sedih

Semuanya indah….

Temasek, 20 Juli 2013 – 07:07 petang menjelang berbuka puasa

SEPI

Learning, love

Ada yang harus dikorbankan untuk mencapai keinginan.

Aku rela rindu
Pada ibu
Pada Bob, kucingku
Pada dua kakak perempuanku
Pada adikku
Pada kakak lelakiku
Yang di seberang segara….

Dan, pada bapak
Di alam sana….

Inikah muara pencarianku.
Menjadi perantau yang selalu rindu
Rumah….

Kugenggam erat mimpi
Jangan terlepas lagi.

Rindu ini kan tersampaikan
Dalam rangkuman doa,
Lantunan lagu,
Hembusan angin…

Sampai jumpa…

Temasek – tempatku dulu mengejar layangan 🙂
19 Juli 2013 – 10:07 malam

PUISI KUCING

Kucing itu cakep
Binatang imut kusayang…
Bulu yang halus dan suara yang lembut….
Sangat menggetarkan…

Aku punya satu.
Bob namanya
Kucing jantan
Kunamai karena dua alasan
Karena nama lengkapnya Robert de Niro
Dan karena Bob adalah nickname pacarku, mantan….

Tadi ku nemu satu kucing lagi
Tapi tak kuadopsi
Karena masih bayi dua hari
Dan aku tak sanggup mengurusnya

Si kucing mungil
Maafkan aku karena telah menyentuhmu
Terlalu banyak menularkan bau tanganku pada tubuhmu
Sehingga simbokmu tak mampu menyentuh aromamu…

Maka kuseka aku dengan handuk baru dan meminta maaf
Padamu….
Simbokmu akan segera menjamahmu.
Lalu kamu menjadi kucing yang manis
Dewasa dan sehat…

Love catsy….

Garuda Lounge, Soetta Tangerang
July 7, 2013 – 7:08 petang

BAHASA BINATANG

TERHUBUNG

Seekor bulldog diberangus moncongnya, dituntun oleh seorang petugas keamanan bandara internasional Pudong, China. Dua orang petugas lainnya berjalan bersama mereka, pelan waspada….

Kenapa tiba-tiba hatiku trenyuh? Apakah sudah garis hidupku untuk mengalami perasaan sakit bilamana ada hewan yang dijadikan alat oleh manusia namun tidak diperlakukan secara alami? Anjing, kucing, ha master, marmut, sapi, kambing, ayam, burung, dll semua pernah menjadikanku sakit hingga air mata tak mudah dibendung. Sayatan jeritan hatiku melihat mereka dipulasara karena tak ada pilihan lain.

Dulu… Aku pernah berbahagia menginginkan menjadi murid Sulaiman sang raja dan nabi yang ahli bicara pada binatang namun kini yang bisa kulakukan adalah tersenyum kecut karena kenyataan sang nabi bahagia menjadi ahli bahasa binatang tidak selalu menjadikannya tenang, justru sebaliknya.

Aku jadi ingat kata-kata teman “A gift sometimes becomes a curse.” yang seakan terbukti.

Untuk menjadi ahli bahasa fauna kurasa belum tapi aku melihat tandanya yang sangat jelas. Bob Kucing, kucingku yang sekarang ku titipkan pada ibuku, telah menjadi bagian dari pembuktian itu. Aku berkomunikasi dengannya dengan baik walau kadang menyisakan kegilaan yang menggelikan. Namanya kucing kok diajak bicara ya meang-meong doang…. Tapi aku ngerti…

Ah namanya kegilaan biarlah dia berkelana di dalam relung jiwa dan deretan kalimatku saja, tak perlu pembuktian pada audiens…. Cukup kupelihara saja kepiluan ketika mengindera berita tentang makhluk bernama binatang yang disiksa dan tersiksa. Maafkan aku, aku hanya bisa memberikan berkat pada kalian.

Cinta kasihku memancar pada kalian…. Berbahagialah….

Bandara internasional Pudong
15 Juni 2013 – 10:00 pagi

BERKISAH TENTANG…

Learning, love, Poetic

Berkisahku tentang
Sesuatu yang nisbi ada
Yang berkelindan dalam rangkaian rantai hidup
Jika terputus bukan karena patah melainkan karena terhalang kabut….

Tiada yang kuragukan
Hanya sebatas diselubungi lupa dan alpa.
Jikalau ada waktu ku ‘kan temukan pintu, semua pintu
Menuju surga….

Kita berkisah ku
Tentang semua yang pasti… Di siang hari
Di bawah temaram matahari disaput mega,
Yang ada adalah cerita….

Berkisah ku tentang balada anak manusia
Yang tak kunjung siap meninggalkan mimpinya,
Menuju tikungan terakhir….
Menuju kekasihnya….

Changi – 11 Juni 2013 10:28 malam
Menanti Shanghai tiba

INDIAN YANG MENERAWANG JAUH ITU

Di salah satu pencarian ke dalamku aku melihat seorang Indian berdiri di tanduk bukit dan menerawang jauh ke Padang rumput yang meluas dihuni oleh bison-bison yang tenang dan damai. Tidak bisa kuras akan apa yang sedang dia pikirkan, hanya menerawang jauh seperti mungkin…. Meragukan kelangsungan hidup dan kelangsungan bangsanya yang makin terdesak oleh sekelompok kulit pucat yang dengan tanpa belas-kasih merebut sepetak demi sepetak tanah ulayat yang mereka rawan dengan cinta dan kedamaian.

Apakah gerangan yang dapat dia lakukan sebagai anak muda yang telah dihina harga dirinya oleh penjajah berkedok modernisasi?

Apakah harus diam melihat bison makin terpojok dan akhirnya tinggal jadi pajangan di museum masa depan? Dan membiarkan serigala melolong lalu hilang dalam gelap lalu mati kehilangan semangat berkelana dan berburunya? Rajawali kehilangan rentang sayapnya dihajar asap kereta api? Cerpelai merana, kuda-kuda meringkik galau dan alam menangis…

Angin membelai rambut sang Indian muda. Matanya dirimbang air mata, sebentar lagi terjatuh membasahi pipi dan dagunya mengaliri leher jenjang dan mengering lagi diserap Jiwa Manitou yang Agung.

Telinganya menangkap kembali sebuah bisikan seorang dara yang baru kemarin memberinya senyuman. Bahwa perjuangan ini tak mungkin tanpa akhir. Mimpi ini harus diwujudkan. Semua kebimbangan harus diakhiri. Tiada yang boleh menghentikan lari jaman tapi tak ada yang mampu menggeser keteguhan jiwa….

Harus ada yang diterima sebagai tamu masa namun Jiwa Renta tetap harus jadi tuan rumahnya.

Singapore – Juni 9, 2013
11:57pm

SOMETHING STUPID

Learning, This Person

SOMETHING STUPID

I got an email from the gym already but I get no access there. What a stupid thing the gym has done to me. And, the locker I used is now locked and I can’t open it using the correct key combination I entered.

Now I have to send email to facilities and the gym manager in order to solve my problems.

So, I am now in gym suit but working in my work station. Unluckily, I put my key to my work cabinets in the gym locker so… Let’s call it a day!

March 6, 2013 – 12:20pm

Ang Mo Kio

KUCING MELAHIRKAN