rike jokanan

Thanks, Allah for today! Please ignore my complaints; they are mostly coming as post menstrual signals or ummm when these hormones are truly testing me. 🥰

Thanks for the yummy food and for the good mood.

Salaam.

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of course the *roti* *canai* was bought frozen and i just re-cooked them 😁

Untukku (Chrisye)

Some songs are meant to cure headaches. And this is one of them. I’ve played it right after completing today’s work and probably will only stop it tomorrow morning.

I believe everyone has this type of songs and for those one should thank life.

Enjoy.

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this legend and one of his legendary song

Asterix & Obelix (re-read)

Used to read the Indonesian version of Asterix comics, I become curious of the English one. So I bought one in Surabaya airport and almost completed reading it during flight.

The story is of course the same but interestingly the names attributed to some characters are different. Maybe it is to match with how the names of characters with certain personality traits are described in local language that suits more to the “locally logical thought”. It is almost the same case with “adapted names” in other translated comics (Disney comics, Tintin, etc). I don’t know, am just guessing.

Re-reading this comic has given me so much space to feel that I am not more than a human being that can feel so stressed with just a tip of taste of sadness and need a very light touch of humour to trigger laughter. 😊

Thanks, Grandpa Goscinny and Grandpa Uderzo. 💝

while Asterix and Obelix bear the same names, Obelix’ dog is Dogmatix in the English version — Idefix in Indonesian

the beloved druid who is Panoramix in Indonesian version — Getafix in the English

the beloved bard Assurancetourix in the Indonesian version — Cacofonix in the English

Vitalstatistix is the English version’s name of the chief of the tribe — Abraracourcix in the Indonesian

that village 😁 — Desa Galia in the Indonesian version

No!

One pinged me over and over again
To rekindle fire that was once a gain.

I said no
Politely
And softly said
I was once
Forgotten
And should not be returned.

And then one once again
Said
“Hey I just said hi and joked around”.

And this heart
Once again laughed bitterly
Through a stain.

I know this life
Is giving me big lessons on
How to love
What is truly within.

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Cloud

Cloudy day’s hotter.
It keeps heat float on the soil,
inviting grand rain.

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Garden

Colours, hues, shades, tints
In a garden strike the eyes
Wandering within.

—

I am on an emergency short leave to visit my mother as my mother is sick. A sister called saying “she doesn’t want to eat”, “she can’t sleep well”, “she doesn’t want to visit her doctor”, “she thinks it is her time”, blahblahblah…. Alamak! Although sometimes we think she can be a drama queen, we start to think seriously when she can’t sleep well.

The second day of my visit she already watered her plants that line along my sister’s narrow garden. She sang along while walking in her house. She ate one big chunk of fast food’s fried chicken that my nephews insisted taken away for her. She has been back to her nature after meeting her children and grandchildren whom she missed who are now laughing with her at every breakfast, lunch and dinner time.

This morning she happily greeted the newspaper lady delivering her favourite “Jawa Pos”, the lady said “good morning, Ibu, you look radiant again”. She also had a short chat with her front neighbour about rain, cats and plants.

I think sometimes you just need to meet someone to be healthy. 💗

Yesterday morning I joined her watering the plants and took pictures of some of the blooms that have always made us all smile.

Salaam.

java tea — we call it “kumis kucing” here

jasmine sambac, everlasting fragrance — her favourite

orchids at the left side of the gate — “your sister is a good gardener, she has made your orchids happily bloom!” she said

Fast Food

How does it taste?

It is as whimsical
As walking up
An alp
In a rainy night.

It is as real
As tasting
A styrofoam
In a hot day.

—

fast food? big no when alone, big yes with dear nephews 😘

A Gift

What can a gift do?
Dance in the heart of friendship,
Rest in the friends’ soul—

—

Kinokuniya has much bigger collection than the bookstore in Changi airport; yet the books I buy for my friends are all from this airport. Is it because my search of books wanted by friends is always ready here? Or is it impulse buying? 😂

It doesn’t matter which one as long as it is for a good friend.

Salaam.

Peace

This corner is quiter,
Sitting on a placid lake,
Where still water
Hides a huge secret
Called love,
Is covered with a vast blanket
Called peace.

This corner is cozy,
Getting warmer and calmer,
Where a cat
Curls in a bed
Called dream,
Is lullabied with long slumber
Called hope.

How peaceful it is
Pampered with a life
Called humble.

Salaam.

—

Beginner

Once upon a time
It began with
A mess,
Completed with
An expertise.

And it’s been tested 
through space and time.

—

imperfect look of gyoza but perfect taste, messy plate — next time better! 💝

Infinity

There is a limit in every move. Seek it with no end but a twist in the middle.

—

i believe there is an end but it is the start of another journey 🎼

Sufficed

Sufficiently served—
Each season presents a gift
That is grateful for.

—

Thank You for The Love and Loving

Learning, love, This Person, Those People

It is easy to say “that I should love all”; yet it is not that easy as to finally love easily in life as it takes a long process, including to understand what love is, how to express the love, to whom I should express it, how much love I should share, etc before it becomes my commitment to love.

To me everyday is love day, no matter how much love I can feel flowing in my veins. Today several love wishes came from some friends. Good to share with more people.

💕

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i don’t know who sent it, maybe wrong number

Gifts

Find your gifts,
Share them
With those you love
Around you.

You must have them
As no one is missed.

—

Thanks for all the gifts. 💝

Mirror in Us

It might not be clear
As the mirror is not clean.
Reflection of
You on me
Is as clear as the song sung by the breeze,
Whistling softly
On to these eardrums.

Swoosh!
You whisper,
I could hear,
We both share unvoiced laughter.
Is that our smiles
Or grins
That we both share from miles away?

You
Are playing so well,
I
Stay hugging this heart
That shrinks with 
Your coldness, 
That shines with
Your old shadow.

Dear, heart.
Stay flawless mirror.
With you I see 
Beloved.
Be it beast or beauty,
My love is worth reflecting clearly.

—

love reflects to a mirror called heart, the clarity depends on the clearness not the size 💕

Melody

Melody of my soul
That I wish to connect to
You
Has flown away.
I see
You
Sing another melody
Not even of my tunes.

Love is unforceable.

Sweetly I can smile.
Amazingly I can pray.
These steps are farther and farther
Pushed away by
Your icy melody to me.

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my favourite melody since I didn’t know what the lyrics were about 😁 thanks to my beloved sister for introducing me to Queen

another melody i love! ice, ice baby! 🥰 thanks to my beloved sister for introducing me to Vanilla Ice!

Satu

Learning, love

💗🎼

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Aku ini adalah dirimu
Cinta ini adalah cintamu

Aku ini adalah dirimu
Jiwa ini adalah jiwamu

Rindu ini adalah rindumu
Darah ini adalah darahmu

Tak ada yang lain selain dirimu
Yang selalu kupuja

Wo uh wo

Ku sebut namamu
Di setiap hembusan napasku

Kusebut namamu
Kusebut namamu

Dengan tanganmu aku menyentuh
Dengan kakimu aku berjalan

Dengan matamu ku memandang
Dengan telingamu ku mendengar

Dengan lidahmu aku bicara
Dengan hatimu aku merasa

Tak ada yang lain selain dirimu
Yang selalu kupuja

Wo uh wo

Ku sebut namamu
Di setiap hembusan napasku

Kusebut namamu
Kusebut namamu

Tak ada yang lain selain dirimu
Yang selalu kupuja

Wo uh wo

Ku sebut namamu
Di setiap hembusan napasku

Kusebut namamu
Kusebut namamu

Float, Flow

Floating and flowing
As is. Stones and whirls push her
To the sea of love.

—

Rain

Rain is beautiful. Its drops slip between her hair, washing off sadness.

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Cooked

Rice is cooked to be rice. It’s the same name, yet not the same. Raw then cooked—

—

sometimes you know someone is cooking you; just pretend you don’t know that you’re being cooked and feel your own love

(In)Visible Monster

Not under the bed, it’s what she’s slept with since she was a cute baby.

—

I am obviously my own monster; haunting, hunting me forever will be 💝 the best company ever

Love Day

Learning, love, Poetic, This Person

What is love day? 
A day when love is precious?
Only once a year?
How stingy human being is!
To express love only on that day—

Maybe they are afraid
Of saying love to
That they love dearly.

Maybe expression is
Embarrassing and too low
That they dump it cruelly.

Maybe love is considered a myth
Scientifically unproven
That it is skipped.

Maybe….
So much maybe.

I will still love
You
In silence
As
Love has made my heart pretty
Although rejection and ignorance
Once made it ugly.

All days are my love days.

To my
Beloved—

—

the love keeps evaporating to the air that is breathed

repeatedly exploding to illuminate the journey

let me sing love songs in silence to and for you

and sweetly silently celebrate it when i’m wishing to be

Forgiven But Never Forgotten

—

Remembrance about the beloved is river flowing to the sea.

Enjoy The Food (ranting)