Respect Others Please (ranting)

The only thing making me commit to stay in a conversation and keep it confidential is my promise 15 years ago that I would never reject anyone who comes to share whatever they want to, mostly about their pain. And once a sharing from a young friend was hitting me so hard.

Me: Why do you think that friend hurts you? She doesn’t even say it is about you.

F: She should know that the case she highlights in her social media is almost the same case as mine. If she thinks it is to support me, it is a wrong way. Does she think highlighting a trauma a nice thing?

Me: Maybe she is trying to show you her support. She wants to tell you “You are not the only one, be tough, I am on your side.”

F: By making me thinking of the bad thing happening to me?

Me: You may not want to share. It is ok. What happened to you?

F: (she was crying, telling me some cases hitting me so hard that it gave me some pain in my chest.) Now you know. I think I don’t deserve anyone.

Me: I understand how it makes you feel. I guess it is gonna be ok. Do you want to tell her about your feeling to her about how the sharing has made you feel? You said you shared with her about the cases.

F: Once I told her the big picture, not the details. She said I am weak for not being able to accept what happened years ago. And I feel that I may have become a circulated story among people in her circle.

Me: (could not say much, just tried to listen as what happened to her is almost the same with what is happening to me — someone highlighted again and again some case that might make me remember what I always want to forever bury. And that contact to ensure confidentiality has been blocked is another pain.) You deserve very good people with your good heart, dear friend.

F: (crying until I finally asked her to end the call and take some rest)

I can never blame those who think trauma should or can or will be healed fast. For them it is just a story, for her (and people like her) it is a nightmare that has made her feel not deserving some things or some people or even this life.

I wish more people can appreciate and respect others regardless what others have experienced in life and won’t make the trauma a ridicule or a joke or circulated stories to make more fun.

Salaam.

pic: Banksy’s

shower this life with peace and love 💝 accepting, accepting, accepting

Disclaimer: by permission of the sharer

Interaction

Where is sun when sets?
Where is moon in the day light?
They share love through time.

Interaction is about reciprocity; even when we are alone, we are interacting with some tool of life or with the deep self within.

When it is not reciprocated, interaction is not genuinely true.

Salaam.

a grandma with her grandson

a mother with her son

family gathering

feeding two grandsons

let’s climb!

hi, dove! said the little boy

what’s in the water? said he

bubbles!!!

what is that over there? ahh hope! ☺️

am i your headache? no, you are my universe 😂

don’t move, just smile! someone is taking our picture ☺️

she is asking her cam to see what she sees 🙏🏼

our daughter is playing, i am sitting near her

hey! clear up! i am gonna land!

electrocution my a**! 😁

Weekend Full of Heart

Every weekend
This heart multiplies.
They wander
Everywhere
Through music, pictures, poems and prayers
Sending peace
And love
That might not be
Returned.
What a sweet weekend!

—-

although you’ve targeted me with uncertainty, (pic: Banksy’s)

although you prefer war (pic: Banksy’s)

although you ignorantly hijack the love, (pic: Banksy’s)

sweet heart is still what you deserve,

no missile but beautiful heart should be sent to you (pic: Banksy’s)

freshened and showered with warm heart is your right

at the end a bunch of flowers will be thrown to you (pic: Banksy’s)

hahahaha…. i am always laughed by my best friends for constantly being “love sick” (pic: Banksy’s)

Choice

Choice’s falling star
Brightened in a quiet dark night,
Orbited to earth.

respecting this family for their choice of happiness, knowing that i will never be able to do so

inspiring me to at least enjoy simpler life and to accept all blessings more happily

Shadow

Is it the shadow
Or the real you show to me?
Distinguished beauty—

—-

i can’t remember which one is the shadow and which one is the real — i don’t want to observe further to find which is which

what i know the castle is beautiful day and night 💝

Balance

Is it tug of war
Or pendulum played within?
Two polar extremes—

—-

decision making is about choosing

winning one interest…

….and letting the other conform

there shall be a stop at one balanced point at which the momentum reaches its maturity or its exhaustion 💝

Bubble

A bubble’s bursting,
United with the free air.
Would you please join me?

Although Kyoto has a lot of impressive shrines, my favourite is not there. Mine is Izumo Taisha in Shimane prefecture about 343 km from Kyoto.

When visiting other shrines in Japan, I was so aware of being in Japan. In Izumo Taisha I got home: sunny, green, serene and unexplainably blissful. There were many visitors but my senses didn’t absorb their presence as if the hot air and bright light muffled their noise and wrapped me in a safe bubble bursting when my last step left the shrine front gate.

Romantic!

a long walk from the gate to the shrine — i remember it was a scorching hot day in August 2018 and i was humming while walking 😇

ablution, my daily ritual that i find also so soothing in Japan shrine especially in Izumo Taisha

torii 💝 a gate to the shrine yard

this is Izumo Taisha! 💝

shimenawa (sacred straw rope)

i only go to this coffee shop with my colleagues, but i wholeheartedly believed drinking Starbucks coffee was a nice thing; only in Izumo! right outside the shrine complex

Izumo Taisha, Shimane

Castle

Castles small or big
Stand on a hill among trees
Wave to the white clouds.

Matsue Castle, from afar (2018)

Matsue Castle, closer view (2018)

there is no reason to not thank life for making me me; with all the ups and downs, zig-zagging, winding roads, flood and quake, fake and genuine people around; i survive and become more and more relaxed — like Matsue Castle, my life is small, humble but strong enough and sweetly suitable for me 💝

Matsue Castle, Shimane

Castle

She builds a castle
Protecting and comforting.
Illuminated—

—-

Nagoya Castle under the moonlight (2014)

Nagoya Castle under the sunlight (2014)

wishing to explore another castle soon 💝

Nagoya Castle

White Is Enough

Last night
I dreamt
All white.
Today the dreams
Come true.

White is paper
On which I write,
With which I hope,
Through which I walk,
By which I am guided.

White is that
I trust,
Love,
Respect,
Witness.

I will be white
Even if it is broken.
Broken white—
That is more
Than just enough.

—-

Wear white and you’ll feel good!

💝

in outer from Hanoi; white is good even in the dark

in a white short-sleeve kebaya from Uluwatu Handmade Balinese Lace

parang in white from Batik Baronggung, Tulungagung, my mother’s town 💝

white linen is a simple comfort

white apparel makes me feel good 🥰 the white hair does too 🤩

feel good as good as white dreams flying to find their home 💝

Pak Gita & Dr Omar Suleiman

First listen this Ramadhan morning. Thank you as always, Pak Gita for helping us broaden horizon making us easy to respect and love others for the sake of humanity. 🙏🏼

never thought an angry boy can become this patient 🙏🏼

good faith, one thing all human beings need to respect each other — whatever the good faith is based on, hopefully on true colours of their heart snd soul

Self Discovery

Remembering time when I joined a self discovery workshop in Chisholme, Hawick. One of the daily task was cutting wood. It was assigned to a friend called Gill because she was strong and sturdy.

Me? Harvesting potatoes, raking the dried leaves at the yards, making bread, ironing the bedsheets, polishing silverware and making the table before meal! All exciting!

I miss that day!

Salaam.

Sun, Day

Hello, Sun
Today is your day.
Be bright.
Be warm.
Be nice to whomever is home.
Taste delicious.
Taste good.
Taste homy to whomever is lost.

—-

weekend is about waking up late with selfie 🥱

cooking whatever i want 😍

(re)watching movies while cooking — iPad is forced to perch on the plate rack 😁

Being Human

I thought I am kind
But no,
Dogs are kinder.
I thought I am strong
But no,
Dogs rock my heart.
I thought I am me
But not
Yet.
Dogs know who they are,
They live as dogs
As they are.
I live as what I want to be,
Even
When being inhumane human
Is what gives me benefits.

—-

watched this movie in today’s flight and cried — how dogs’ life is more genuine than mine🙏🏼

Haw! 💝

Butterfly

They’re flying
Around colours and shapes
In a garden
Where the gliding fragrance
And dripping nectars
Invite them
To celebrate
One phase
Before the next.

in Subak, Ubud wearing new clothes from Sukawati market (only for SGD30) and butterflies in my tummy 😁

Jeepney

Jeepney
On the busy lanes
Tough and in style
Like a rascal
Chasing
Wild kites

What about Manila that makes me feel home other than those dedicated working partners and turon (fried banana)?

Jeepney!

My childhood town used to have public transportation exactly like Philippines’ Jeepney; we called them PC (pronounce as “pay say” in English phonetics). They were everyone’s favourite for the space, air circulation and low price. Pak Sugeng was one PC owner cum driver who became all women’s sweetheart for his patience to wait for those women doing their errands in the central market and his helpfulness to lift all the shopped goods. What a good day it was!

Now Philippines is the blessed country with Jeepney. These ex wat vehicles during World War Ii are truly reliable and strong means of transportation for the people there. I took Jeepney once when having opportunity to visit Lapu-Lapu City in 2012. I think I paid for PHP50 for the ride!

Jeepney should be kept as a social heritage. It is unique, historical and supporting the life of those surrounding.

This vehicle is relevant for those with high resilience and survival spirit like Filipino and Indonesian!

Thank you, Manila and its surrounding for the friendship and lessons.

💝

silver Jeepney

green Jeepney

turquoise Jeepney

Quezon City’s traffic: look at the fragile egg tray that is paradoxical with the sturdy Jeepney

pink Jeepney! 😍

hey, light green Jeepney!

it was so stable and confident! it is Jeepney!

Be Alive!

There are two children
Living in one life, playing,
Generating joy.

—-

never want to lose the child within — they’re the source of joy! 💝

Stationary

There’s a place in heart
Where things won’t be moved— stay still.
Hidden eyes know where.

a borrowed workstation today — oh, sambal super pedas! 🤩

a (rather) messy work station tonight before slumberland— oh! cable everywhere! 😇

Deeper and Deeper

I thought
I saw you
At the gate
But not.

I walked,
Am still walking
Deeper in
To a forest.

I thought
I would meet you
Somewhere
But not.

I saw you
Waving hand
To me
But not.

I run
To you,
You vanish
With a shadow.

I saw
Numbers around,
The shadow owns you
And brings you away.

I want to go back
To where I started;
But I am deeply lost
In a forest of you.

I stopped and saw a light.
I don’t chase anymore.
Too much hide and seek.
Too many games.

I look up,
I look in,
I look forward
To a love within.

i just want to sit down through this Ramadhan and find a string to tidy up all these scattered beads