Disclaimer: Please don’t take it seriously. Putting funny tone when reading it will do some favour to enjoy it.
AF (a fool, or whatever you want): Hello! G (God, not ghost): Hello! What now, funny bit? AF: Look at me. I’m capable of cooking. I know how to do laundry. I can clean toilet. I can make the room. I take care of plants. I can put smiles at the most bitter person…. I’m an excellent one! Am I not? G: And? AF: What about making me an owner of a good hotel? Or at least a small nice clean affordable Airbnb? I will manage it myself. G: Briliant! AF: So it’s a deal? G: Oh, wait, dear sneaky bit. AF: What’s that? G: Do you remember when you had food poisoning? What did the hotel do? AF: They arranged a doctor and ended up paying for the bill as their food was the cause. G: Do you remember a friend complained about the bed sheet with some weird thing? What did the hotel do? AF: They upgraded to higher class with original booking price. G: Do you remember when your peach pants accidentally got some unexpected colour stain? AF: They compensated unnecessarily extra. G: Do you remember…. AF: Stop. You are trying to tell me I’m not capable of doing all those? G: I’m not saying it. It was more questioning you whether or not you are willing to do all those to strangers. Sometimes the bitterest snobbish strangers. AF: No. G: Then? What now? AF: Alamak…. Why is it always difficult talking to you? Amen.
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It is sometimes not fun doing the talk but it is always leaving a funny feeling of being thankful and content. Human being!
Thanks for making me a human being though. Hey, God! Are you still there? Sorry, sorry, sorry…. 😘
This love, Beloved, A battle to win the heart Zooming in and out—
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How distant are we? Never away, just the lines and dots that project substantial distance. Once perspective is well understood, near far is never an issue as all are cluster of objects in the same dimension.
Yet how well is perspective projection can be accepted by this foolish brain?
Not easy to do it well. It is to play the focal length. It is a long battle to win the heart; is it my heart? Or your heart? Or both? It depends on what the computation is based. Can only wish it is based on mathematics that contains literature for accuracy without beauty kills hope. And living without hope is walking zombie.
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red torii: balance that stands out, mercury painted to battle the climates, poetic geometry
You Have got everything: A sweetest smile, A cheery hello, A loving look, A warm hug, A good kiss All in loving care.
Yet in all daydreams of closeness and connection….
I wish to give You a warm kiss, Yet impossible As You are too high Up the sky;
I hope to give You a pretty daffodil Yet unlikely As You are too disguised Behind the curtain;
I want to spread for You a good breakfast Yet too early As You wake up too late In another day;
I want to paint You a red torii Yet too trivial As You know torii much Better than me;
I am writing You secret love poems Yet in vain As You don’t even care They exist.
Beloved, Breath is with what I count life. Breath is in what I save love. Breath is on what I paint faith. A warm kiss, A pretty daffodil, A good breakfast, A red torii, And secret love poems Have livened this breathing Although You have got A sweetest smile, A cheery hello, A loving look, A warm hug, A good kiss All in loving care.
Beloved, I only wish You behind the curtain See me breathing For and with You.
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This long weekend of Eid Al-Adha is turning to brighter space with slow breathing, daydreaming and chili party.
Happy Eid Al-Adha, family and friends. Hope we are blessed with closeness and connection with the Source of Love.
Alhamdulillah 💝
RC Gorman’s – what an inspirational picture for chili lovers 😁
I’ll send You postcards. Cards with white flower On white paper And some messages On white ink That will glow When You bring it to the dark. Only You and I know what it is Until one day You bring the light To burn it or frame it.
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Dear you…. 💝
postcards draft for friends – not perfect, yet purely poured from the heart
This cart, Beloved, Been through deserts and oceans, It now resides here.
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Sometimes she just doesn’t want any. It’s just enough to be what is. Sitting down, ignoring planned route, forgetting prescribed destination, letting other travelers pass by with no hallo or hi, enjoying silence, remembering what’s not describable through resting senses….
Wishing, Beloved, Upon a star where dreams sit Waiting to be picked One by one to the bucket Before the steps reach the home—
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Many dreams look so much near. Places to go on earth displayed in Pinterest lengthen the list and be a good escape for mind every weekend before dosing off. Can only wish that the lengthened list lengthens the life, pushing the EOL later and later— 🤗
Some dreams can’t even be described…. You are as near as far away…. 🙃
Happy weekend. Oops long weekend.
next year, next year…. please 🥰 want to stand under those trees and greet the women who carry loads on their heads! beautiful! 💝
Sketches, Beloved Turning imagination To the sensible That won’t last longer than life; Let go from the very start—
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Sometimes I asked myself “what will happen to all these sketches when I die?” 🫥 Not easy to answer until I realised what I have done to most of my mistakes: let go.
Mirror, Beloved. Look back while looking forward! Sigh. Blank. Mute. Smile. Shine.
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Acceptance has gathered laughter, smile, speechlessness, emptiness, anger into a frame with a figure looking into a mirror at the same time seeing what is situated behind.
Beloved, the past is the past but it is what has molded a present person. It should be forgiven, it should not be forgotten.
Friend #1: I think God takes care of us very well. Friend #2: I think God stopped working after creating us. Friend #1: You just don’t know. Friend #2: I just don’t care.
Suddenly a lightning strikes not far from the tree.
Friend #1: Cheese!!! Friend #2: What the hell are you doing? Friend #1: I told you! You don’t know! God just took a picture of us gossiping. Friend #2: @&@$#%^*~
(this is a very common joke among Indonesians, modification is applied here)
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It is the way some crazy heads respond to what’s striking around them. 🤩
Counting beads of pray, An echoed name flows away Through silence of heart.
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Have you ever prayed so silently? No one can hear. Only beads of pray click. A remembrance of love that is unseen. Beyond the ocean and beyond existence—
Literature is a limited tool to disclose ideas and emotions; not accurate enough to shoot one heart. Math is sharp to operate a complex equation; not sweet enough though to state naked truth.
With what then should I count this reality between two lovers? Beauty or precision?
Only beads of pray is whispered silently. Who knows the river will sail this soft voice along its flow introducing it to the estuary that escorts it to the ocean where winds push the current following the North Star to meet with you.
Scarlet, Beloved, Traveling in a canal Brings blossom to life.
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Flamboyan tree is magnificently stunning, all part of it— trunk, branches, twigs, leaves, scarlet flowers and seed pods, no exception.
Seeing pictures of flamboyan trees with blossoming scarlet flowers feels like my blood gets healthier and flows more smoothly. Or maybe it’s just a coincidence that I’m being healthy now and seeing the pictures. So, it is the blood not the scarlet flowers causing me feel alive! ☺️
Alhamdulillah. Monday is well done. A satisfying healthy day!
Note: Blood colour isn’t always bright red. It won’t be blue though.
Deep dive, Beloved, To where soft bodies guard light Wisdom of the dark
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Nowhere is better than within, where price tag is no longer a concern, where silence and acceptance is currency, where no one looks evil or harmless, where only gratitude and peace reside, where no colour distracts, where pain and joy are blended to ecstatic reality….
….where I finally get sleepy 😁
Salaam.
the no-longer-cost-fortune-yet-still-cost-a-wisdom gemstone called pearl is produced through 100’s of layers of mineral secreted by mollusk to cover around irritants that enter its shells – if a soft body of mollusk can do it, how can’t we human beings?
Reading, Beloved Deciphering messages Sent by soul that shines—
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Sending my warm regards to all readers in the world. Hope we’re all blessed with wisdom and fun from reading and what is read.
Salaam…. 🙏🏼
‘ve always wanted to read this book but never happens; maybe my 5 people are not those in his book 😎 skipped (maybe forever)this writer has fascinated me with his crazy ideas about children’s life; wish I could write that way 😍 paid!sorry, Keanu; many not even in my kindness list 😘 you’re not my guide, just a man that has charmed me with your kindness & bearded face 😂 finished reading in the bookstore
Kinokuniya SG – calm Saturday afternoon after Japanese class with Honda Sensei
Flowers, Beloved, Dipping her days in colours, Leaving her in awe—
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Thanks God for the flowers around which have helped me much to be in good mood. Suddenly get the urge to ritually pray and thank for all the blessings sprinkled on to me—
Weekend, bring me to Masjid Sultan. 🥰
rugosa roses, tiny dots that entertain 💝that day was as tough as bougainvillea; 39 degree Celcius! 🥵crape myrtle (bungur China in Indonesia) not crappy at allcalming lotus 🥰a bunch of lotus flowers for SGD1.4, they said 😍lily and hydrangea ♥️see you again soon, red carnations 🤗
How much time Is good to meet Old friends? Neither hours Nor minutes; A bowl of dessert Is good enough To throw jokes, To exchange laughter, Before the next page After PTO.
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see you next time! those who didn’t clean the bowls paid! 😁
Blessings, Beloved, Smiles counted as a welcome Paid with a thank you.
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I’ve always loved South East Asia countries; its friendliness, warmth and good food is beyond compare. Tonight was a nice local experiences with a colleague at Hanoi night for cha ca la vang, desserts on the road and egg coffee in Cafe Dinh. Most importantly on motor bike!
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cha ca la vang – gone in 15 minutes! 🥰
couldn’t finish it
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egg coffee – umm… creamy, soft and sweet
there is always cuteness making big smile
Mr Dinh
thought I could do it myself; yes, but not in Hanoi 😂 then I just let my colleague take me around 👏🏼
Got lost, Beloved, Standing in a night-market Seeing all the cheers—
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found this this morning in Changi Airport.I know enough ☺️ thank you! 😘how strong is my root?but not in front of those labelling themselves with high price – too high, this life is too humble to bathe in prideand don’t talk about love with those misunderstanding it, they will judge you the way they think what love isnice for weekendyou can treat life as you wish; just know life will return the same, only multipliedcouldn’t stop laughing and agreeinggetting lost with and in a book is like getting lost in a good place
Blessed life, Beloved, Chains of weeks with good content Closed with happy ends—
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Weekend!
Again?
I’ve been curious how many weekends I’ve lived.
Way more than 2000!
Are there more good weekends than not so good ones? After some contemplation the answer is yes! There have been way more good weekends in my life! Thanks to laughter and clumsiness naturally blessed to me.
Hope to live thousands of more healthy weeks and commit to spend them gloriously!
If not given that long? Still enjoy! Or if given too short, negotiate! Don’t disappoint this human being, God. 😶
– Learning to use the word love has never been easy.
– It was not a word what I uttered to people cared so much although loving vibe was there.
– Where I was born love was never a word to tell, only expression and action naturally sensed everyday.
– Day by day, place to place walked and camped away from the nest has introduced me particular words in many different languages with the same vibe and function.
– It was battle after battle, more losing than winning that finally pulled me to a realisation that that word can never be wasted.
– A word that sums up the scattered things among what is felt, what is thought and what is expressed.
– The word that I learnt with heavy head as it was awkward to say, clumsy to hear, and risky to offer.
– Yet the word knocked on my heart more intensely.
– It didn’t give up until at one turn it was taken for granted that every baby is born to recognise it to label the depth of intension for the rest of its life.
– Love is a magical word indeed uttered either to thinly sugar coat or to sincerely deep dive.
– Love though acts like a sieve welcoming fine dust that can enter a micro hole, leaving coarse material too grand to strain.
– Love gives me bright days with smiles from the understanding.
– Love discloses grins and groans from the disbelieving.
– Love makes life lighter with its innocent bouncing.
– Love makes heavy life heavier if not let go.
Candi Plaosan, the temple of love 💝 (from Pinterest)
– This word is just a word….
Yet
– This word has made me more acceptant to the present.
– This word has transformed the way I see the past.
– The load and content and context around this word have beautifully shaped my perception about future.
– I don’t listen anymore when people tell me love is for the weak and the spoiled.
– Love is for the vulnerable yet ready to face the reality.
– Love is for the fragile yet tough in losing battle but winning the war.
– True Javanese think that love is as vast as this life itself. It is not stagnant. It expands. It doesn’t only connote branta or wuyung. Love is also built as tresna, asih, sih and welas asih.
– I will use this word more to and for those closer to my heart and soul.
These bullet points are sponsored by a terrible headache. 😁
Note: - branta, wuyung: love directly related to infatuation, young love, puppy love, pure romance - tresna, asih: love as universally used, can be any love - sih: deep love, mature love, love related to soul to soul or heart to heart connection - welas asih: love based on humanity
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