The chilling wind,
White jacket wraps inner layers —
With rose tea.
Me, Sharon, Connie in a winter conversation in Shanghai accompanied by a jug of rose tea
Pudong SRL – December 18, 2014 – 7:24am
Category: love
The Birds
Goura Cristata (crown dove)
These birds —
They never sing false notes. Humans slip their tongues now and then.
Where did the birds learn to sing? How did they master the sounds without flaw?
A silent crow
Oye, Birds…. Would you tell her? Would you teach him?
To sing beautifully, to talk flawlessly?
Or, at least I using the real voice of theirs…. Be it chirping, be it crowing, be it cooing…. So be it, as long as it’s their real languages.
Three geese at the lake
Temasek – December 10, 2014 – 2:55am
Where Are You?
In my names, oh no.
In my birthdays, oh no.
In my bodies, oh no.
In my sizes, oh no.
In my families, oh no.
In my pets, oh no.
In my friends, oh no.
In my jobs, oh no.
In my dedications, oh no.
In my hobbies, oh no.
In my blogs? No….
In my….. Where am I?
Where am I? I’d been wandering around the worlds to find where I am but nowhere to find…. Now, here I stop to find my self….
Temasek – November 9, 2014 – 11:49pm
Explain, please? No, Thanks!
People need others to understand what is going on, it is normally in interview or interrogation room. You’ll explain what’s your expertise, or why you are here, or what you expect people to know about what you’re doing. And, you’ll explain when explaining it will get the work done. Aside from that, no explanation is mandatory.
If you think what you are doing now need others’ understanding, it is not totally correct. Sometimes it is only feeling detecting one’s being guilty of having people misunderstood or totally lost about what is happening to us. No worries. The show must go on — as you wish. It’s your life, it’s your choice to do whatever is required to get your life DONE. As long as you don’t disturb others’ life — others are others, any other creatures.
Don’t let yourself like either the ostrich or the zebra in my below picture. Either or them is enjoying their life. The ostrich might think the zebra is annoying — I don’t think so because before this scene the zebra was with the rest of its group enjoying the green fresh grass until the ostrich got crazy breaking the zebra lot. The other zebras just went aside to another corner of the grass, while this one zebra was going around and around entertaining the ostrich…. Are they enjoying? The ostrich was, the zebra was freaking out!!!
So, the best thing is enjoying and starting to stop feeling guilty. People should be busy with themselves instead of bothering others.
Enjoy, enjoy, enjoy.
Temasek – December 6, 2014 – 3:38pm
Yaa Latief
And when the big wave of sadness and outrage linger in my soul, I start to whisper Thy name….
Yaa Latief Yaa Latief Yaa Latief Yaa Latief Yaa Latief Yaa Latief Yaa Latief Yaa Latief Yaa Latief Yaa Latief Yaa Latief Yaa Latief Yaa Latief Yaa Latief Yaa Latief Yaa Latief Yaa Latief Yaa Latief Yaa Latief Yaa Latief Yaa Latief Yaa Latief Yaa Latief Yaa Latief Yaa Latief Yaa Latief Yaa Latief Yaa Latief Yaa Latief Yaa Latief Yaa Latief Yaa Latief Yaa Latief Yaa Latief Yaa Latief Yaa Latief Yaa Latief Yaa Latief Yaa Latief Yaa Latief Yaa Latief Yaa Latief Yaa Latief Yaa Latief Yaa Latief Yaa Latief Yaa Latief Yaa Latief …..
So that I can melt them away, to become positive energy that warm those helpless animals and underprivileged people in this cold night.
Yaa Latief Yaa Latief Yaa Latief Yaa Latief Yaa Latief Yaa Latief Yaa Latief Yaa Latief Yaa Latief Yaa Latief Yaa Latief Yaa Latief Yaa Latief Yaa Latief Yaa Latief Yaa Latief
To dearest Bob, Agam, Lorenz, Ucil, and all…..
Temasek, December 2, 2014 – 2:23
I thought
I thought of living as human peacefully, without thinking of how other creatures spend their time and place – that’s it.
I thought animals are only subordinates living being….
But now I change my mind. Both human beings and animals are living thing, the fellow earthlings. Plants are also the same. I respect them and love them equally, living peacefully is not the ultimate goal. My goal is to live peacefully IN HARMONY….
Scooby the dear beagle and me
Temasek – November 0, 2014 – 6:34pm
Enjoy The Weekend….
Dear fellow earthlings, let’s enjoy this weekend as Mr and Mrs Fly are…. 😊
🍀
Singapore – November 29, 2014 – 2:39am
S
Ketika Semua Bersahabat
Ketika saya kecil persahabatan begitu biasa terjalin, seperti bukan sesuatu yang suit dijalankan. Semua orang adalah sahabat, teman seperjalanan. Tak banyak musuh, bahkan kepelikan perasaaan terhadap orang yang perbuatannya dianggap menyakiti hati hanya berlangsung sesaat, kemudian berteman kembali.
Tidak hanya itu, dengan binatang pun persahabatan juga biasa. Anjing, kucing, ayam, menthok, marmut, kelinci, monyet, wedhus, sapi, kebo, jaran, iwak, macan rembah, luwak, gajah, macan belang, kidang, celeng, dan lain-lain semua berkeliaran di habitatnya tanpa manusia tergoda untuk menggangu kedamaian mereka hidup seadanya dari belas-kasih khalifah di bumi, manusia. Hanya kadang saja ketika alam ini telah mengijinkan maka beberapa dari para binatang yang sudah “cukup umur” itu diminta untuk menyumbangkan usia keberkahannya — buat acara selamatan yang tak sering terjadi.
Tapi sekarang….. Alangkah beratnya menjalin pertemanan. Sedikit terpeleset saja membuat status di FB, BB atau posting di blog, bisa-bisa di-block dari posting-posting tertentu atau dari lamannya atau bahkan dari melihatnya sama sekali. Itulah dunia maya, harus penuh dengan kehati-hatian dalam mengekspresikan diri. Jika salah sedikit dan pas dilihat oleh hati yang sedang sensi maka akan runyam. Ya sudah lah.
Dalam dunia nyata juga…. Kalau tidak hati-hati berstrategi dalam berkomunikasi bisa-bisa disalahpahami juga. Hidup ini memang penuh lika-liku pelajaran.
Dan, binatang pun mendapat imbasnya. Manusia yang semakin hari semakin egos ternyata juga menjadi tidak hanya tidak percaya pada sesamanya akan tetapi juga pada binatang yang tak berdaya. Binatang sudah jadi alat bagi manusia untuk memperkaya diri, tidak hanya mensejahterakan diri saja. Mereka memakan anjing, ular, bahkan kucing, ayam tiap hari, babi tiap hari…. Wis pokoknya makan protein hewani itu wajib hukumnya supaya energinya cukup. Dan eksploitasi pada binatang juga banyakt erjadi. Banyak — dan saya nggak punya nyali untuk menceritakannya di sini. Animal abuse is just everywhere!
Byuh….. Pergeseran budaya. Dulu makan daging hanya pada saat-saat tertentu saja, sekarang pagi siang sore bisa makan. Dulu gajah paling pol disuruh main acrobat — which is udah agar eksploitasi sebenernya — tapi sekarang gajah dijerat, disandera biar bisa minta ransom duit ke pemerintah; kalau enggak ya dibiarin tanpa makan mati kelaparan atau bahkan diracun. Manusia keparat!
Duit, duit, duit!
Duit penting, kalau nggak ada suit ya nggak bisa fully settled jaman sekarang apalagi di kota besar. Otak manusia udah diokupasi oleh industrialisasi, semua maunya disulap jadi duit.
Industrialisasi ini telah terbukti membuat manusia telah lupa bahwa bumi ini bukan hanya untuk dihabiskan melainkan lebih dari itu untuk disejahterakan, dipelihara kemudian nantinya akan dipersembahkan kepada “yang nitip” dalam keadaan paling tidak sama indahnya seperti dulu.
Kalau saja bisa kupeluk orang-orang malang itu dan binatang-binatang malang itu — yang telah menjadi alat politic dari para manusia yang perutnya nggak selesai-selesai teriak “more, more more” kecuali udah dibantalin dempu (bola dari tanah), akan kulakukan dengan tanganku tidak hanya dengan jiwaku…. Kusebarkan energy cintaku pada kalian, bola pink penuh cinta mengitari semesta!!!
Duh gustiku…. Sayangilah kami….
Makati SRL, 1117 – November 26, 2014 – 1:04am
Maru and Hana
Just logged in to youtube and found that mugumogu uploaded another video of Maru and Hana just three hours ago. This pet owner has uploaded many of Maru the cat and Hana, Maru came earlier and Hana joined the gang just recently. Seems that mugumogu treats those cats like her own kids.
Those two cats have brought joy to this life, showed humans how fellow creatures should live together in harmony, enjoyed now&here to the fullest. Not easy (for me for sure) but it’s doable.
Here is the latest post meant…
Makati SRL, November 23, 2014 – 5:56pm
Haiku – Dangling
Stirred twigs, bedazzled
With wind-chimes — are noisy
And nervous.
Changi – to Manila, November 23, 2014 – 12:40pm
Picture borrowed from http://www.wakdjunkaga.com
Coloring Mandala – Haiku
I’ve been coloring mandalas in a book entitled Coloring Mandala 4 For Confidence, Energy, and Purpose by Susanne F. Fincher. It’s fun, really fun. And while coloring the mandalas, my imagination is unlimitedly wandering around my cosmic awareness. My fingers become relaxed as much as my mind is….
Swirling pencils
Push me to a colorful valley —
Submerged in joy.
Some of the colored mandalas, please enjoy….
Singapore – November 22, 2014 – 12:42am
Haiku – Trip
Wind beneath wings
Is gliding then soaring — me
To destination.
Picture borrowed from http://www.planespotters.net/Production_List/Airbus/A319/4215,9V-SBG-SilkAir.php
Malaysia, to Singapore – November 20, 2014 – 7:59am
BBM, Whatsapp, Line, Viber…. Mention more!
It is such a hassle to get some requests to install those applications from different people from different regions with actually the same purpose. Lazy…. But I’ve gotta choose one or two. Or even three or more?
To communicate.
BBM (Blackberry Messenger), Whatsapp, Line, Viber, Tango, Facebook Messenger…. Remember we had Skype, SMS (Short Message Services), iMessage (free messaging between iPhone users), Yahoo Messenger, MSN Messenger, long list…. What a complete channeling. 🙂
We are becoming more and more aware that communication is vital to keep ourselves “alive”. Yes, it is a means of survival. You can never sustain if you don’t do it properly. You can “not eat” or consume any intake for the whole day but you can never live without interaction. Without some of those apps, people – not all, just those who are (sometimes) away from you and using gadgets – would consider you are gone, not exist, die…. Forgotten, neglected, name it.
Communication is about sharing idea and feeling but communicating your idea in silence is what I am thinking of while sharing this to you, dear friends. Imagine there are both Android and IOS in your living being system – any word you call it: brain, mind, heart, spirit, soul, awareness, whatever. Remember our system is much more sophisticated than any operating systems ever made in the history so if none of smartphones can contain both Android and IOS at the same time, human beings’ awareness can! Have you watched Johnny Depp’s Transcendence? More or less our system is depicted there.
So, either is telling the other about something. Each of them is trying to send messages using Blackberry Messenger. If either hasn’t been installed with BBM yet, nothing is delivered. So….
Do I talk to myself? Yes, every now and then
Do I scream to myself? Often I guess.
Do I whisper to myself? Sure….
Do I listen to myself? I doubt.
Often time I listened to outer voices: family, friends, environment…. I listened to you and them but I ignored songs of my heart. How rigorously I denied whispers, reminders, warnings, soft alarms, sobs… all inner songs sung by myself to myself in myself. Just because it isn’t loud enough? Nope! I guess just because I was oblivious – that people know more about this life than I do, people are smarter, people deserve more, and so on that people are better than me are what had occupied my thought.
- Well, either the Android or IOS in my system hadn’t recognized BBM installation. Or even both…. 🙂
Let’s consider BBM as a language agreed to use by interlocutors, to exchange ideas and feelings. “Hey, I am angry…. Please stop catering what they want.” A short message from inside to outside then your body has to quit from entertaining those annoying people.
“Hey…. I am tired, please stop thinking too much.” Then your inner system will shut down, your body sleeps.
Of course human beings know that language – it’s indigenously gifted, heart is talking like forever. Definitely we know how to communicate with our own selves. It’s only about preparing willingness to stop the busyness of either our Android or IOS when they are alone. BBM in our system is where we silent our mind to digest the message between those two apps in here, not out there.
Are you ready? You are the decision maker.
To summarize the need of installing Line, Viber, Tango, Facebook Messenger; please inviters consider my struggle to take care of my own self now…. And, probably you want to do the same thing, too.
…. Can I communicate well with people using any kinds of apps if I don’t even have the keen to communicate with myself? Would you be able to listen to people if you are not patient enough to give your hearing to your own ideas and feelings? How much space will we give to people if we don’t spare a bit for our own?
So, who will send me another request? What messenger this time?
I think we need to create a new one: I’myown Messenger 😛
Pictures borrowed from:
- BBM: http://www.igyaan.in/51303/blackberry-ceo-blackberry-messenger-ios-android/
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Whatsapp: http://www.iphonehacks.com/2013/07/whatsapp-popular-messaging-app-for-iphone-is-now-free.html
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Line: https://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=jp.naver.line.android
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Viber: https://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=com.viber.voip
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Tango: https://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=com.sgiggle.production
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Facebook Messenger: http://www.windowsphone.com/en-us/store/app/messenger/3219d30d-4a23-4f58-a91c-c44b04e6a0c7
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Skype: https://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=com.skype.raider
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Yahoo Messenger: https://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=com.yahoo.mobile.client.android.im
Petaling Jaya, November 18, 2014 – 12:00am
Laughter To Envy
Then I just laughed when you suggested a fact that I am watched by you….
But does it really matter?
No, it matters only to you…. And, some folks next to you, who have the same feather but can’t fly. So high, in the imaginary sky, without capable to fly.
Does it really matter?
No, it never matters to me…. Only sketched some seconds in a note, that is as brittle as a butterfly’s wings. For a while, in beauty, no sustainability.
Does it really matter?
Not really. Really not, finally. Your voice, your choir, your noise doesn’t matter to this path.
Enjoy the cloud where you think you sit, but actually you skid.
Thanks, friends…. For sharing me the face of envy.
Dear beagle Skipper
AMK Street 64 – November 14, 2014 – 6:45am
Good Weekend (bilingual)
Living being is just the same, everywhere you are some negatives are coming in any form they’d like to be. What’s your response? Up to your good deed.
Just last week my friend was withdrawn from her function in a big company as immigration specialist. She’d been a contractor administering all ins and outs of expatriates matter in that office. A good job and contracted to a good big company, good money and bunch of good friends and colleagues – unfortunately, she could not expect a good boss. Her boss never thought her job was well done even if it was because she didn’t get sufficient support from her immediate supervisor. What could she do? All her work could just proceed only with official stamp from another level up high which she could not obtain.
Not gonna talk about her in detail…. Just wanna highlight: No matter what you’ve been facing this all week: bad clients, bad customers, bad bosses, bad co-workers, bad friends, bad food, bad health, anything bad: Just ignore them ALL and have a good weekend!!!
Namaste….
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Orang hidup dimana-mana sama, yang negatif-negatif bisa datang dalam bentuk apapun asal mereka suka. Respons kamu gimana? Tergantung niat baik.
Minggu lalu teman saya ditarik dari fungsi dia sebagai spesialis keimigrasian di sebuah perusahaan besar. Dia ini pekerja outsource yang ditempatkan di perusahaan itu oleh perusahaan outsource tempatnya bekerja untuk mengurus tetek-bengek keimigrasian para ekspatriat. Kerjaan bagus dan di-outsource di perusahaan besar yang bagus, uang yang bagus, teman-teman dan kolega kerja yang bagus – sayangnya dia nggak bisa ngarepin boss yang bagus. Boss dia nggak pernah puas dengan kerjaan dia yang dianggap kurang beres dalam beberapa hal; padahal yang terjadi adalah supervisor dia nggak memberikan dukungan yang cukup supaya dia bisa menyelesaikan pekerjaannya. Bayangkan deh kalian mau menyelesaikan tugas tapi tanpa stempel atasan kalian nggak bisa menuntaskannya. Masihkah itu salah kalian?
Nggak mau ngomongin dia secara detil kok…. Cuma mau stabilo-in: Apapun yang kalian hadapi minggu lalu: klien yang nggak ngenakin, pengguna jasa yang nggak ngenakin, boss yang nggak ngenakin, temen kerja yang nggak ngenakin, temen gaul yang nggak ngenakin, makanan yang nggak enak, kesehatan yang buruk, pokoknya semua-mua yang nggak bagus: Abaikan SEMUA itu dan nikmati akhir pekan sebaik-baiknya!!!
Salam hormatku….
A good team always earns good luck (an Indian, a Filipino, an Indonesian won Tarot’s a queen, a king and a wizard)
Singapore – November 9, 2014 – 3:14pm
Haiku – Vibration
Touching my chest
I hear throbbing pulses there —
Sign of life.
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Breezing wind
Sweeps my hair and curtain, flying —
Cool air.
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Coarse sand
And soil cover my skin and hair —
Earth is here.
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Today I just want to emit vibration of love to all animals and underprivileged people in the world to support them in silence. I love you, I love you, I love you. You are loved, you are loved, you are loved. You are safe, you are safe, you are safe….. Mother Earth is helping you, protecting you all from harmful human beings. Be strong, be strong, be strong….. I love you, I love you, I love you. You are loved, you are loved, you are loved. You are safe, you are safe, you are safe…..
Singapore – November 8, 2014 – 9:39pm
When You Get Older
When I was young, I thought to be old is kind of frightening yet “entertaining”. Frightening because I saw my mom got wrinkles at the eyes and lips area – when she smiled tiny lines were formed, hair gets thiner and whiter, she sometimes complained about getting tired after walking a not-so-long distance and gave more reminders than before to the youngsters. Getting old is physically deteriorating. But “entertaining” for the some people surrounding, I teased her for the wrinkles, tiresome and constant chatter; she didn’t get upset – just smiled and said “Wait until you get there, dear daughter”.
And, yes I am now old and found the tiny linings around my eyes and lips, more gray hairs than before – oh, I’ve been gray-haired since teenager, get tired more easily after facility tour (but still can make it in 200,000 sqm area on a two-day tour), complain more about my nephews and nieces who look lazier and more relaxed compared to myself in their age. But yes, I am at the same time more patient, accept things the way they are, become more observant and reserved towards problems, and…. simplify my goals.
Those might not be really valid facts of being old, maybe only relevant to “me being old”. Others might experience different occurrences and effects; however, all those happenings in my growing up have made my mind. Getting old is not always frightening and “entertaining” anymore for me, it can even be the real entertainment for yourself if you take it in a fun way.
You might still have more time to do more things useful for your own self, family, close friends and to wider environment – for me wider environment includes social responsibility and animal welfare.
When getting old has haunted you, there is a key to overcome it: Do things, never stop. Taking meaningful actions is of course a good choice but meaningful doesn’t mean big stuff. Cooking in the morning, grooming your children or pets, chit-chatting with friends about silly things, growing plants, blogging about small stuff, laughing at funny little jokes, etc, and so on…. Just enjoy the second of this life. Many people grow old happy….
I remember how Oprah Winfrey gets older happy. Dalai Lama gets older happy and calm even in the middle of chaos suffered by his people that he can’t reach out. Emha Ainun Najib gets old happy with his family & good friends even with the facts that his ideas have been betrayed by many people. Comedian Leilasari gets older happy even she is not a rich artist at the dawn of her career. Many people are happy aging…. My mom is one of them, guess I’ll be joining them.
I believe many of you won’t mind growing old without sorry.
Picture borrowed from http://www.drycreekherbfarm.com/blog/?p=32
Penang – November 2, 2014 – 6:25
Ode To Agam
Agam…. You, the strong boy
Though left behind by mother, father, and all friends who used to protect and enjoy wild life together in your past…. In the beautiful past….
Now even only your name I can remember. Your weak body slowly gave up and sincerely let the soul travel back to the Source. Tears fall and fall and still fall, Agam….
Agam, this ode flows with my tears singing about your happy nature, your painful heart for being separated from your beloved, your tired physical for struggling alone. Adam, my dear boy…. you have been loved and will always be loved after you left us….
Agam, send my best regards to the next life across the border. Someday we’ll meet and greet each other. You are saved from longer pain….
Forgive me,
Forgive us,
For not loving you enough, for not taking good action, for being so selfish….
Sing now, Agam. Cuddle to your mother. Be happy, the real happy!
- Agam is a baby elephant surviving after his mother was poisoned to death in Aceh, Indonesia. Agam fell into a well and helped by people but his leg was broken and because of mistreatment he died. Was he abused? I can’t tell. I just want to tap Readers’ awareness about other fellow creatures. They exist not to be abused, they exist to be loved — show your affection, take action how little it is would not waste.
My heart is so broken that I have no gut to see Agam’s picture especially the last one when he was in great pain before leaving….
Singapore – October 31, 2014 – 9:15pm
Doggy Style (bilingual)
It was in Ho Chi Minh City, outside the post office when I saw a relaxed buddy approaching a mahogany tree and did his short party. Oh, dear buddy…. My ancient soul was and is happy for you for your being able to be free to act as your now and here concept. You know I will never do it as long as this body is still wrapping. But Life is too busy to experience a lot of things. Thank you….
Kejadiannya di Ho Chi Minh City, di depan sebelah kiri kantor pos saya mergokin satu teman sesama ciptaan ndeket-ndeketin pohon mahoni lalu menunaikan hajatnya di situ. Oh, sahabat…. Jiwa purbaku tak pernah tak bahagia melihatmu mampu beraksi berdasarkan konsep kini dan disini. Kamu tahu kan aku tak kan bisa melakukan itu selama hayat masih dikandung badan yang ini. Bagaimanapun hidup nggak mungkin sempat mengalami segalanya. Makasih ya….
GH Erawan – October 30, 2014 – 00:37
Berubah
Baca-baca postingan lama — eh, eh nge-blog pertama 27 Oktober 2007 masih unyu bingits, kok berasa jadi Power Ranger – berubah!
Berasa dulu gue orang yang paham banget tentang kehidupan ini. Segala rupa difilsafatkan, semuanya ditarik ke titik bijak, banyak hal dimaknai. Hidup seperti sepokok pohon kesucian. Alamak, bebih….
Nggak buruk tapi juga nggak bagus. Perubahan yang mesti gue terima. Nerima bahwa ya beginilah gue, nggak bisa nilai deh. Yang pasti berubah aja. Asyik ternyata kalau grafiknya nggak linier, so enjoyable!
Ya deh. Semoga bermanfaat buat gue sendiri dan pelajaran bagi sahabat sekalian yang sudi menyimak hikmahnya….
Bangkok – 28 Oktober 2014 – 11:00 malam
Welcome By Small Flower Wreath (bilingual)
Arrived in Bangkok today I was welcome by a wreath of jasmines, so fragrant and elegant. Sawasdee Ka!
Tiba di Bangkok hari ini aku disambut oleh seroncean bunga melati, wangi dan anggun. Selamat datang!
GH Erawan, October 27, 2014 – 7:50pm
Collecting
I’ve been collecting things in my life — not so much thinking about their functionalities, just as hobbies. It’s like never ending craving for new types of the collected items. Fun, fun, fun!
When I was elementary schooler, I collected stamps – at least five albums & some un-albumed packs of foreign stamps before finally I gave up. Where are those albums now? No idea where they are, probably my cousins took care of them. I was fond of nail polish, bead necklaces and hair bands…. Yeah, so glad remembering that — I was feminine, yes I was….
Another I remember is pencil collection, it was when I was 15. Any types of pencil were nested in a big fancied cartons and cans – 200+++ until finally I gave up…. Where did they end their “life”? Cant remember, I thought I gave them away to anybody wanted to take them.
Longer list…. Turtle & tortoises figurines, batik sheets, overseas coins, natural stones, gemstones, crystals, orchids, refrigerator magnetics, socks, silver and other metals…. And, many more collecting thingy.
What are those all things for? Just to feed desire of having this and that, wanting this and that, the word need was forgotten and/or ignored. Did I need the used stamps? Economic value was never a concern; I’ve never considered myself a sales-person type. Did my two hands operated hundreds of pencils? Who takes care of those collections — I leave them in my house in Indonesia…. So sad. Just these very recent months I decided to stop collecting. My attention and action shall be more meaningful to more people rather than just making me contented or proud of having bunch of things.
Supporting animal rescuers (cats and dogs), and communities helping underprivileged people (health and education) are the best choices now. Not because of having so much money to donate, but it is more about how to allocate the capitals wisely. No rates of return expected except that I want to be less guilty of enjoying this blessing selfishly.
Thanks Universe, for waking me up, for opening my very eyes wide, for presenting the needy before me…. Now, the challenge is to work constantly hard and smart to be able to share more without feeling “being more”. My time to breeze…..!
Sweet disclaimer: probably the consistent collection is books ‘coz reading is like eating, without it I’ll die… Hope reading will be everlasting hobby of mine. Reading with eyes, reading with mind, reading with soul.
Picture borrowed from http://liquid-state.com/2014/04/25/people-buy-books-love-books-isnt-obvious/
Singapore – October 19, 2014 – 9:36pm
Moon (Rembulan) – bilingual
It is a full moon two days from now. I am waiting for it. She might appear full, hiding her pocky face to make me happy…. She-Night, will you shower me with your bright blessing full of messages from the gods and goddesses? Or, would you tap my transparent bubbles bursting out all secrets of Universe? Shalom….
Dua hari lagi bulan purnama yang kunanti-nanti. Rembulan mungkin muncul bulat-bulat, menyembunyikan wajah bopengnya untuk membahagiakanku…. Dewi Malam, akankah kau menyiramiku dengan pendaran berkah penuh berita dari dewa-dewi? Atau, akankah kau letuskan gelembung-gelembung bening yang menyemburkan segala rahsia Semesta? Salam….
Yio Chu Kang Rd – Oct’ 7, 2014 – 12:25am
Hello, Humans
Hello, Humans….
How would you care about me? Animal that lives in the same planet with you…. Please respect me.
If you have to kill us, it is not because of your sense of violence. If you have to kill us, it is because we are the chosen in sincere and beautiful way. Please don’t make joke of us before killing us, don’t torture us before and when killing us. Please do it gracefully. Please….
Singapore – October 4, 2014 – 3:24pm
Shrines in Kyoto
Temples are scattered around Kyoto, Japan. I visited three of them…. Many remaining to visit in my next trip to Kyoto.
Bell
Mr. Stork…. perching on the roof of the shrine gate
The sky, blue….
Green and tidy….
Water from dragon mouth….
Lamp post, giant
And summer flowers are just decorating Kyoto street…. Sweetly greeting me.
Singapore – September 14, 2014 – 11:13pm
Water lily in Borobudur
A small terra-cotta bowl with water
And water lily plant is resting on it
Blooming; blossoms are happy under the sun
Emitting the spirit of eternity – living without dying, how? Spreading good deed and love to the globe….
The leaf is so near with the mud…. Living so close to the dirt – down to earth
The color…. so brightly graceful – ignoring where it grows.
See it close…. Details of water lily stun me.
Life is about composing a beautiful friendship by living to the fullest with the outstanding quality of each of the person….
There was a time when I was so enclosed, look so plain and insecure, hidden in my firm unreadiness to reveal my own self.
And, there was a time when I was so aware of my tainted body.
And, when all is done, who can deny the beauty?
Oh there was something, bothering? Sometimes…. But it was just a bug, a virus named insecure friend visiting once in a while to feel the revealing security.
Ooohhhhhh Ms. Sun, are you so radiant showering me so much light? Thank you….
All pictures were taken on September 7, 2014 in Borobudur Museum, Magelang, Indonesia.
YCK Road – September 8, 2014 – 5:49
One Year Older
Birthday has never been so important for me except (maybe) when I was 17 years old…. Sweet seventeen, not really sweet but sweet enough to celebrate it with my all classmates in my third grade of senior high; additionally, tandem with a boyfriend (a friend who was a boy) born on the same day but one year older than me.
Tomorrow (some minutes ahead) I’ll be one year older…. And, I don’t feel it special except (maybe) that I will fly to Yogyakarta then ride to Borobudur to trace back my soul journey.
Picture borrowed from http://www.dpreview.com/galleries/2249911620/photos/1723070/
My father was born near Borobudur temple and I think it is just serene to feel the breeze of that site in my early 39.
I feel so thankful, I feel so blessed for having been granted this life of mine. Being single – not as happy as the married women out there but I am still happy with so much time to take care of my self and to dedicate to my family and friends and many more. Idealistic, huh? Indeed, that is the only thing I can work on to live my life: crystalizing the concept from my scattered moments and spreading my concepts to all the monumental seconds of my breath.
I am not sorry to be current me. I’ve been going through ups and downs; the highest alps and the lowest abyss — my own scale.
Do you know that all my mother, father in heaven, sisters, brother, nieces, nephews and my beloved cats and all friends have been my biggest supporters. They supply me with their cabling energy that connect to me through my dreams and fantasy — their love has magically turn my imagination into reality.
So, I won’t leave them like those who never leave me….
Happy birthday to me. I love me. Long live me.
Yio Chu Kang Rd – September 6, 2014 – 12:03 / just after midnight
Kangen
Rasanya kangen menjadi anak-anak ketika apapun tak membuatku dinilai – betas sebebas kucing mau tidur, meang-meong, berantem, berteman dengan siapapun tanpa ragu berbagi cerita.
Asyik sekali jadi kanak-kanak. Memandang sesuatu tidak dengan penghakiman dan tidak takut dihakimi karena yang kutahu adalah suka dan ketulusan. Nggak takut orang nggak suka….
Mau bagaimana, sekarang sudah dewasa mau bertingkah mesti mikir umur, lingkungan mengawasi dengan berbagai macam mata: mulai mata buta hingga mata mikroskop.
Oh, ternyata masih ada rasa takut di hatiku – mau tak mau kualami saja. Nggak ada salahnya jadi dewasa di depan orang dewasa dan menjadi kanak dalam kesendirianku dan di hadapan para pengembara. Mereka para pengembara itu tak sempat menghakimi karena bicaranya adalah hakim bagi dirinya sendiri, pandangan matanya adalah pantulan bayangannya sendiri, semua tentang dirinya sendiri maka mereka tak akan murka. Kanak-kanak adalah bagian dari kejujuran.
Gambar dipinjam dari http://cosmic-soup.com/nasal-breathing/
Marah, marahlah secara kanak-kanak – secara jujur, bukan kepura-puraan, kemarahan yang menyentuh, karena sepatu satu-satunya dicolong bukan karena sepasang dari sepuluh pasang sepatumu hilang. Sedih karena kucingnya mati bukan karena patung kucing keramikmu jatuh dan pecah. Malu karena masuk kelas terlambat, bukan karena tidak juara….
Tak mudah menjadi kanak-kanak karena kemurnian yang dijalankan. Ah, ini bukan kanak-kanak lagi; hanya teori ha ha ha….
Yah, sudahlah…. Biar kuhadirkan diriku dalam kesendirian saja. Khalayak hanya suka dipuja…. Nafas mereka adalah keramaian, aku mati di dalamnya. Nafasku harus keheningan, saat nafaspun tak sadar siapa dirinya…..
Yio Chu Kang Rd – 5 September 2014, 12:05 dini hari
Hutang
Namanya orang hidup pasti ada hutang: hutang uang, hutang budi…. Normal. Malahan kalau nggak punya hutang hidup terasa kurang berwarna – at least itu prinsip saya lho….. Sedikit dan bertanggung-jawab penuh terhadap hutang kita.
Berhutang dan menghutangi adalah setara karena tidak ada rumus bahwa yang menghutangi itu lebih baik daripada yang berhutang karena ketulusan seharusnya menjadi ukurannya. Jadi, mari kita nggrayahi awake dhewe (introspeksi, Bahasa Jawa) apakah kita lebih tulus menjadi penghutang atau terhutang. Wuda blejet (telanjang, Bahasa Jawa) di hadapan dirimu sendiri tidak membuatmu menjadi makin jelek; mungkin bahkan sebaliknya – menjadi semakin cantiklah dirimu.
Ada beberapa kesantunan dalam berhutang yang harus dijaga kalau masih mau dihargai sebagai teman.
- Jangan pernah merasa lebih baik sebagai penghutang maupun terhutang.
- Kalau mau hutang ngomong langsung, jangan pakai nyindir-nyindir. Sedapat mungkin jangan pakai calo….
- Jangan pernah menjadi korban jika Anda sedang berhutang dan tidak mampu membayar. Bekerjalah! Jangan malas mencari alat pembayar hutang.
- Jangan pernah memiliki niat untuk tidak membayar hutang kecuali jika ditagih oleh yang terhutang. Sebaik apapun Anda kalau dalam hati kau menganggap kewajiban membayar hutang terabaikan, maka busuk hatimu…. Ingat! Busuk hatimu!
- Jangan pernah mengikhlaskan penghutang untuk tidak membayar hutang sebelum si penghutang mengatakan secara langsung bahwa dia tidak mampu membayar hutangnya.
- Jangan menjadi sungkan sailing meledek antar teman karena posisi kalian berseberangan (penghutang dan terhutang).
- Intinya…. hutang itu wajib mbayar ndul…. Kalau belum mampu bayar ya bilang, jangan diem aja…. Kalau orang Jawa bilang “semaya” (menjanjikan kapan mampunya)
Demikianlah uneg-uneg saya sekaligus sharing saya yang pernah punya hutang dan tidak mampu membayar sesuai akad awal. Jadilah manusia yang pemberani. Berani berhutang, berani membayar, berani semaya….
Foto dipinjam dari http://cacaicaoca.blogspot.sg/2012/03/hutang.html
Singapura – 20 Agustus 2014 – 11:11 malam
It is Lebaran Tomorrow
Idul Fitri – many of Indonesians call it Lebaran – is welcomed after Ramadhan. It is a happy day on which muslims have a big fiesta after fasting for one full month. We gather to pray together on the first day of 10th month of Hijriyyah calendar called Syawal month, have breakfast after that as a symbol of celebrating the victory of conquering the struggle within Ramadhan….
In Indonesia people have unique culture in celebrating this day. Many will arrange a “mudik” – going back to their home town to especially pay homage to family: parents, old generation, extended family. Mudik is generated from a Malay word meaning “headwaters”, the start of a river. So, mudik means going back to the start of a river – the place of origin.
Imagine millions of muslim exodus from big cities to small towns all over the country just to say hello and have small chit-chat once in a year. What a beautiful culture it is! People appreciate the high value of family bond or at least their bond with their “headwaters”. They try to remind themselves about where they come from…. Spiritually it is a symbol of tracing back the source of soul, tracking the journey that has brought us to this point.
After fasting for one month – just like caterpillar stop eating and starting to spin, becoming cocoon eating & drinking nothing – they start to realize that it is time to realize the beauty of soul like butterfly…. Butterfly taps its memory the phases of being egg, caterpillar, cocoon…. Mudik, tracing back the place of origin.
This might be not a make believe story but people in Indonesia are willing to get trapped with traffic jam for hours to be able to get back to hometown. In same cases they even cannot reach the hometown on the expected day but they are still happy on the way to home….
Ahhhhhh this is not easy to describe. But this Lebaran I have to stand by in Singapore for an assignment and can’t meet my mom in Indonesia.
I am ok as long as my mom ok but for sure I promise to myself that I have to mudik in Syawal month so I still can feel the spirit of Lebaran….
This is the feeling of longing for mudik – cannot tell properly how it feels but at least I shout it out here….
Mudiiiiiiiik!
Picture borrowed from http://www.meykkesantoso.com/2014/07/perkara-yang-musti-dilakukan-saat-di_29.html
Yio Chu Kang Rd, July 28 – 12:08am
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