This breeze blows gently
Sending a dowry of Life
From Love, sincerely.
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Breatheβ¦. Itβs what Life has shown that Love still wants to live.
Salaam. ππΌ

graphs of my Universe
This breeze blows gently
Sending a dowry of Life
From Love, sincerely.
βββββββββββββββββ-
Breatheβ¦. Itβs what Life has shown that Love still wants to live.
Salaam. ππΌ

Coffee and cacao
Who wonβt love their aroma?
Combined, itβs greater!
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After a full day, I decided to try a recipe that has invited me since forever. Steamed cake – coffee, cacao with a bit of cheese!
Iβm not a fans of cheese and coffee but chocolate has been the love of my life since I didnβt even know chocolate was concocted from cacao seeds whose trees were grown in the front yard of Bu Har, the Art teacher in junior high school.
Itβs always exciting to find sweet memories in bits of your work.
Tada!





A strand of white pearls
Harvested in the deep sea
Bedazzles her neck.
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There is time when I regret of whatβs done and nervous about what will happen. Why did I do that? I should have done this. What if I fail again? I am not good enough.
I used to think money was everything with happiness but I prove that money is the biggest illusion in life that I misunderstood. Now I consider money should be merely a tool, never a purpose. Yet I still think of what if my company stock price decreases? π
I used to look for happiness and protection in a relationship. With experiences I become strongly convinced that only a healthy relationship with the self can help me cope with problems; moreover, without healthy relation with my self any relationship with others wonβt work well. Yet I still donβt heal from broken heart easily and still think whether or not I will meet someone I can share some simple happiness and shelter with.
I was between life and death situations more than once for some illness before, and so helpless about future. And gradually I realise that death can come anytime even when people are healthy. Yet I still hope I die when I let go of any confusion and live in clarity.
However, there is time when I know that only in the now I can accept everything. In the now I can shed tears with mixture of gratefulness for whatβs breaking my heart and blessings of whatβs boosting the quality of life. In the now I can smile just by seeing piling laundry waiting for ironing. In the now I can see the canvas is the door of self healing. In the now I can imagine sending a cake full of love for my loved ones who live in many different places, whom I cannot visit with many reasons. In the now I can see shades of real and true happiness in each and every experience from wake up to sleep.
Thank you for the now and now and now that form a strand of pearls called forever.
I live forever until the last now meets with the first now.
Al Fatihah to all of my loved ones across the oceans. I bless you happiness.
Salaamβ¦.



Jasmine is jasmine,
White, fragrant, tiny flower.
It sits in silence
Never bothered by roses
That stun eyes with the redness.
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Trace back history
Deeply buried in the dark.
Strong trees start from roots.
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History of life. History of family. History of country. History of a nation. History of a continent. History of the world. History of human beings. History of the universe.
Whose stories?
History is written by the victors, said Winston Churchill. Is that right? It might be, politically.
Sheβd love to understand histories from those who have experienced life journey with heart and soul.
No right or wrong
May all beings be happy.

Lunar and field lights.
One beams, the other ones glare.
Runners run in peace.
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What would you do if your cute child expresses love by doodling on your car? Or on your branded bag? It is truly a test.
Laundry, dear best friend.
Youβre source of my cracking joints,
Saved energy though.
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Life is paradoxically blessing. As fair as the morn π
Counting the blessingsβ¦. (+) and (-) exist like justice. Dear, my laundry. π

Harvest is to reap
Whatβs nurtured from the nature.
Good plans might not work.
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Last weekend was one of the merrier offs. Meet up with friends in different places + online conversation with best friends did draw interesting facts about how they apply parenting.
Iβm against those who consider children as investment. This mindset is broadly believed where I was raised. This old concept has poorly discouraged many of us to grow as we are.
Many children from my time feel that their success should be to fulfil what their parents want as the investors who often time consider financial support is paramount, not to actually use their own ideal dreams to contribute to society as an individual with their unique ID and personality.
No, I donβt deny how important formal education is for modern human beings. And so financial support -normally from parents in my society- should be highly appreciated by those who enjoy the privilege. Yet the financial support should not make children become economically vulnerable against their parents.
In the other hand children must know parents -assumed as the major or primary support before living independently- get old and need support in their retirement and so those elderly should be well taken care of. This should be a form of respect and responsibility, not an abusively forced task.
Good parents should know it is a responsibility to prepare children to be responsible human beings; good children should know it is a responsibility to support parents in retirement time. π
It is not easy to deal with parents who donβt give room or give very thin chance to bridge gaps of many topics. One of the significant result is these children fail managing their own future plans: losing the chance to work in a dreamed place, missing the chance to live abroad, getting married with someone they donβt love or being single for not getting approval to get married with the loved ones, and so on and so forth. Iβm one of those π
When one best friend said she wanted her son to be so and so but the son shown his rebel, I couldnβt resist myself to not say βDo you remember why you are now still there?β
She laughed and said,βOk, ok thanks for reminding me. But you are not married. havenβt been a parent, havenβt had children thatβs why you can say that easilyβ¦..! You would be disappointed if your children grow not up to your expectation. You would never want them to live below your standards. They should be the one materialising parentsβ dreams that are missed. What would you say, my dear?β
Damn! She might be right!
However, how would parents expect children to be what the parents failed to be? Donβt they think children will fail to do so as well with the same style of parenting parents copy from grandparents (who failed in the first hand)? π«
Please forgive me, best friend. Canβt always agree with but respect your stance. If I have children, I wonβt lazily apply the dictatorship or transactional relationship. ππ½π
I thank God to be single in this situation although I have smaller hope to βharvest my own next generationβ. Iβm quite happy that my brothers (and some crazy good friends) allow me to love their children as an open-minded aunt cum good friend when they need to have fun smart discussions. π₯°
May all beings be happy.




Covered with white sand,
A beach lies behind mountains.
The breeze that is missedβ
βββββββββββββββββββββ
Unfolding map of South East Asia, getting travel gears with excitement
South East Asia, a truly loved place of mine where human beings are created humble and friendly in nature. Nature, please always make us that way. π
Salaamβ¦.

Rivers change their flows,
Meet salt, join tides, become sea
In an estuary.
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Eyes are a lagoon where tears are gliding through to the ocean of realities before evaporating then giving up whatβs not serving anymore and turning grief into spirit to achieve the next milestones.
Soul is whatβs peeping out through two windows, zooming in and out of what life presents to the self, finding the best view with accuracy and precision to gain clarity.
There wonβt be anything wasted. All is flowing, without stopping. Like rivers that keep moving from soft to fast flows before finally joining a vast ever-moving force named the sea.
May all beings be happy. π

A dust falls on lake,
Minute ripples pulse softly.
Sensitivityβ
βββββββββββββββββββββ
Youβre not exaggerating, Beloved. It is the sensitivity amplified, with the quietness of the mind.
And it is not a disturbance anymore. It is a greeting to remind that youβre not alone.
May all beings be happy.

Picture borrowed from http://photography blogger.net
Sheβs dancing freely
Between needles of the rain.
Wounds in a bright soulβ
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She loves rain as much as she adores rainy days. It reminds her of millions of water needles sharply in high speed falling on earth, different parts of earth.
Heart rain washing a rainforest is a blessing, flood in Jakarta tortures many stray animals and the underprivileged.
Itβs not the pain, Beloved. Itβs whatβs left after suffering.
Are you still beautiful?
May all beings be happy.

Picture is borrowed from https://wallpaperaccess.com
This life, Beloved,
Needs greenery and friendship
To stay beautiful.
ββββββββββββββββββββ
Someone canβt truly live without dreams. Dreams make days clear with focus and full of energy, nights calm with focus and full of serenity.
Simple dreams will do; as simple as doing daily gardening on a small courtyard garden and veggies garden around a house that is hosting simple rendezvous of family and good friends, cooking, teaching free language classes and life skill or tips of management or leadership to those who need, traveling light to places friendly to weaker body, sharing how life is so broad and deep with those who care.
Come true. Come true. Come true. π£
Wake up! All is still on paper. Go back to work! π
May all beings be happy. π
Distance, Beloved,
Isnβt how far youβre from me.
Itβs how soft the voice
Can reach your heart. These whispers
Slide through the space of the rain.
βββββββββββββββββββββ-
Have a good weekend! π±
They gild the lily,
Making them salt to the sea.
Ocean in a dropβ
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When I was very young, I could desperately envy those who were physically beautiful, intelligently wise and, spiritually mature at the same time. How could people be blessed with such full readiness to face the complex life and completeness to address its various issues? Iβm sure I wasnβt alone; many human beings were on the same boat with me.
Yet getting older has helped me not want anything but more consistently feeling comfortable to be my own self and realising that those perfect people only looked perfect because they were perceived through imperfect eyes (my young ones π).
Proofs and revelation then taught me acceptance to live with limitation, imperfection and physical flaws. In many ways Iβve seen blessings in me more than the perfect.
Being ordinary has saved me from getting high demands to be a gorgeous woman who should move gracefully in front of the crowd, a pious person who should perform religion disciplinedly or a wise friend who should give good advices when needed anytime. Iβm blessed!
Being ordinary has driven me to live with only two goals: to enjoy being my own self and to do whatβs best in life to be as much beneficial in my short life. With not much to choose, life is forced to be the integration between persistence and dedication, a commitment of body, mind and soul.
Fortunately being flawed is like an ocean. Ocean is full of beauty especially the deeper the diver is willing to explore; like Captain Nemo who found beauty in the depth of the sea that wasnβt witnessed by those who never traveled in Nautilus. However, thousands of cubics of any possible wastes are also dumped to the vast water: plastics, oil, waste water, many kinds of garbage and probably millions of memories drawn by broken hearts. A perfect beauty full with paradox!
Rumi reminds through one of his verses βYou are not a drop in the ocean; you are the entire ocean in a dropβ. A perfection in imperfectionβ
Truly an existence is perfect when with natural flaws and complete acceptance.
Nothing is more blessed than accepting oneβs own self and taking care of one along the journey.
Summary of todayβs conversation with my best friend π£
May all beings be happy π

Plants greet gardeners,
Life shows generosity.
Optimism springs.
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Sometimes what she needs is optimising the sight in enjoying spectrums of light reflected through colours around her and rests. Then only a meadow of no feelingβ¦. All can be called whatever it is, she prefers calling it beauty.
She realises rain has brought a lot of happiness to the orchids. It probably contains fertiliser triggering blooms and blossoms. Strong roots, healthy leaves, appearing flower stems, keiki. Thank you.
Nature greets those whoβd like to take care of others who also want to survive, even the least of care is repaid.
Salaamβ¦.







Billowing smoke. Up.
Reaching ceiling. Whatβs next, eh?
Go to sleep in peace.
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My favourite at the weekend or public holiday is cooking and (of course) sleeping!
Nicely looking food though doesnβt always come out with the good taste or the other way around. Eyes though arenβt always willing to stop blinking and just sleep away luring the dream to arrive soon. Itβs fine, itβs fine.
I sometimes wonder how brain regulates its own waves. Itβs fine, itβs fine.
So? Still want to keep the favourite things as cooking and sleeping? Thatβs the plan: keeping favourite things although they are not the ones I best do.
Salaamβ¦.


Fire melts metal,
Taming its hard side of life.
A shout to soft heartβ
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Hardship in life train two muscles: physical body and mental body.
The harder the exercises, the harder and tougher the physical body is. Punches will only hit hard strong muscle and a hit back can even beat the attacker.
In fact the harder life tests a human being with challenges, the softer oneβs heart could be. Soft heart isnβt a sign of weakness, it is kindness or even wisdom. And wisdom is the purest strength.
A Javanese wisdom reflects how a soft heart can build someoneβs attitude and behaviour: sugih tanpa bandha, digdaya tanpa aji, ngluruk tanpa bala, menang tanpa ngasorake.
Sugih tanpa bandha: Someone can feel rich without money or property. She can own treasure, wealth, fortune more precious than what money can buy. The true richness is a soft heart that can contain a lot of opportunity to learn lessons and preserve the heritage of life wisdom of being a human. Only soft heart can do that.
Digdaya tanpa aji: Someone can be powerful without physical strength. Only clear mind and soft heart can shape her to a powerful individual through whom solutions and ways out are channeled. Donβt ever worry, Beloved that having a good heart is in vain. At the end it is soft heart who drives good mind and it is also soft heart who invites true appreciation and respect.
Ngluruk tanpa bala: fighting without ally sometimes happens in life. Or always? Yes, when she fights against her own imbalanced judgement or inharmonious thinking, thatβs when she doesnβt have ally. She is alone. No one can help her. She needs her own self and her alone. It is soft heart her sole ally to win every battle inside.
Menang tanpa ngasorake: winning without defeating or humiliating others. What do we need but victory? Yet victory isnβt always about winning against others in arguments or race. Victory is at the end about learning what weakness lies beneath a failure to appreciate and respect a relationship of any form: blood ties, friendship, romance, etc. And only soft heart can calm her down from intensity of defeating or humiliating others. The softer her heart, the better others feel about themselves. As a result those who are not feeling belittled will make space; and only soft heart will be given space without second thought.
Unfortunately it is applicable only in relationships without money as the basis. Sad? No. I can apply it happily outside business arena, a space which is broader and deeper than it looks. Step by stepβ¦. π
Salaamβ¦

Numbers, Beloved,
Tell you what life has brought in.
Blissful happinessβ
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7 or pitu in Javanese is an abbreviation of pitulungan that means help, aid, assistance, support in any form in a situation when a Javanese feels helpless and hopeless.
In life I believe whatever enjoyed whether itβs a tiny achievement or accessibility have always been in 3 forms of pitulungan: from my ally, my enemy or from the invisible.
Itβs my ally for sure. They will never let me down because when I lose, they will lose as much as or even worse than I do. Weβll work together to achieve our common goals. My family, my friends, my colleagues.
The enemy? Believe it or not, Iβve won a lot of battles with the help from enemy. Unfortunately they never realise that the harm they caused have been the best fuel for me to boost myself to achieve what theyβve never thought would happen with their bad influence and/or actions. My enemy think their strikes against me will ruin me. Oh never, my dear. You throw me bricks, I build a castle!
And the invisible is a never-ending support Iβve received since I was a baby. I was born difficult my mother said. I got sick when I was a girl. I grew in an environment where popularity was the most appreciated; if you were ordinary (although with high quality of quotients), you would not be appreciated. I grew up humble and naive and knew nothing about (dirty) competition. If Iβm not protected by the invisible, I would have lost every battle against opportunists and deceivers.
Iβm so lucky to be surrounded by 7, pitu-pitulungan, a number the Javanese sacredly celebrate. And the three layers of 7? Definitely mine!
Thanks, 7. Youβre not the 7 sins or evil other people consider. Youβre not the 7 of bad luck on crap tables.
Youβre a 3-layer 7 sent by the Life to protect me forever.
May all beings be happy.

Make peace, Beloved,
With the softest anger in.
Growing peaceful starsβ
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π±
Weekend, bring the peace intact.
Salaam ππΌ

Donβt stop, Beloved
Before a full stop. Milestones
Arenβt end of game.
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The father in law of a friend of mine is heavily sick in his 80βs. Never before she called me in that weak tone; not her normal tone. Sheβs been one of my great supporters especially in career. And I felt a hit of sadness βlike when my father was diagnosed with cancerβwhen she said that his father in law is in a very critical condition. She took some days of personal leave and she might be working in the hospital to observe his progress more closely.
I said to her that things are gonna be ok whatever the end is.
She didnβt say anything. But at the end of the call she said that sheβs doing her very best and will not give up until the final turn out to an end.
Life is a journey with lines of milestones to be celebrated, to be commemorated, to be reckoned and she is doing one of them now.
May all beings be happy.
ππΌ

Ant nest hills up high
A place for a colony
To devote in life
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Ants are amazing creature. All about them are just amazing! The way they distribute the work. The way they do their jobs. The way they live in a community. The way they treat fellow and leaders (obviously the queens). The way they collect their food. The way they kill their preys, etc, etc just the way ants are.
To survive ants must live in a colony that can be inside trees or underground. In the colony that they respect and protect they devote their life with extraordinary loyalty. Loyal to their queens. Loyal to their fellow ants. Loyal to their responsibilityβ
Ants might be small but they amazingly are able to carry something of 10 to 50 times their own body weight!
Ants can swim! I canβt understand why my mom would put a bowl of sweet in a plate filled with water; she said ants wouldnβt reach the sweet because they couldnβt cross the water. Ibuuuuu! Ants swim. Maybe better than us π
Ants are slave makers! This is very new to me! Excerpted article (https://www.westernexterminator.com/ants/10-interesting-facts-ants/)
This may sound strange but hear us out. Some species of ant, such as the Polyergus lucidus are known as slave-making ants. They invade neighboring ant colonies, capturing its inhabitants and forcing them to work for them. This process is known as βslave raidingβ.
Slave-making ants are specialized to parasite a single species or a group of related species which are often close relatives to them. The captured ants will work as if they were in their own colony, while the slave-making workers will only concentrate on replenishing their labor force.
Slave-making ants come in two formats: permanent social parasites and facultative slave-makers. Permanent social parasites rely on the enslaved ants throughout their lives whilst facultative slave-makers do not.
Which ants are you? Regardless, I built an ant nest for all of you π







Moment, Beloved
The breeze before falling rain
Greets the earth. A joyβ
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Moment is when an experience gets clicked with all senses, falls on to the right-chosen meanings, stays for a longer time.
Yet each moment should vanish, fade away, blend into pixels of maturity in someoneβs life. It will be forgiven, might be forgotten, must be learnt as life lessons. How delicious this life is for those who are willing to appreciate both shade and light. How beautiful life is as it is composed by millions of pixels of different experiences whose essence is memorable.
The more experience, the better? Yes, only when its essence is memorable. Its essence is memorable only when all senses are capturing the experience and reflecting it through lesson learnt. Or else, it is just motion gone with the tick-tock of a clockβ not forgiven, not forgotten, no learnt-lesson.
Walking through the lanes around Masjid Sultan, sitting at the verandah of an old shop lot, reading new old-book from Wardah Books, drinking Turkish coffee, sucking the sweetness of kunefe, breathing the air right before the rain, hearing the warm chats from other tables are all motions which are waiting for the moment to disclose beauty before things end. The taste of life!
Weekend is always much appreciated through slow pace, to balance the fast-paced demanding targets that are relevant for a preparation before the next beneficial life journey.
May all beings be happy.




Alaturka Mediterranean and Turkish Restaurant, gonna be back again (and again) π₯


Rebirth, Beloved,
Rose budding after winter,
Welcoming her spring
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A long lost friend texted me yesterday and asked if I could accompany her to buy sari and some Indian accessories for Deepavali Day celebration in the school where she is now working. Of course I made myself available. And we agreed to meet in Little India at 6pm which I missed. We both met at 6:30pm.
This friend was gone as if evaporating in 2017. Contacted, no reply, not even delivered. My last message to her in 2019 was βAre you still alive?β
Out of the blue she texted me using a new number in 2020 βHow are you, friend? I miss you. Letβs meet up.β We were supposed to meet in October 2020 but never happened.
It was a cool rendezvous! We browsed the market to find the most beautiful yet the cheapest sets of costumes for the will-be-merry celebration.
At 9pm we decided to enjoy our dinner in one Indian restaurant before going home. And there she told me why she didnβt meet anyone of us. Now I become more and more convinced that the brightest person can have the darkest time in life. Luckily thereβs a light at the end of the darkest tunnel if one is willing to move forward, not quitting.
Weβve been born as a human baby; and we can be reborn as anything good if we want to. One of the best is to be reborn as a new hope with good friends around!
The decision is ours.
May all beings be happy. π







Itβs Helianthus
Following Helium core,
Breathing in the life.
βββββββββββββββββββ
Sufficient for me is you, and youβre where I give myself over to.
May all beings be happy. π
Flow to the ocean,
Swim in the sea of blessings.
Experience life.
βββββββββββββββββ-
Who doesnβt like good smell? Not necessarily perfume, yet perfume is one most common celebrated fragrance other than foodβ
While many perfume brands provide the customers with their concoction of scents, there are two prominent brands offering different ways of how they sell their collections.
One brand is making the perfumes following customersβ taste or favourite scents after some discussion. The assistant will go in to their βlab chamberβ and go back after a couple of minutes presenting a bottle of perfume as what have been discussed. I love the rose that I choseβ some orange as too note with rose in the middle and no base.
Another brand is even more transparently doing it. They spread bottles of many kinds of oil that are categorised in 3 perfume notes: top, middle and base. The customers are free to choose which and how many percents of each of them they want to have in the concoction. To me itβs an interesting experience, making me think of how my scent last: light, heavy, long lasting or not. Once the customers decide, the assistant will go to a lab corner open to the guests. The assistant will measure and weigh how much of those 3 notes are wanted. Customers can talk to her/him and try on the weighed mixture before finally they are ok with the customised fragrance. Some minutes laterβ¦.
Tada! A bottle of a βperfume signatureβ is produced!
Another interesting feature: customers are allowed to engrave a 4-to-6-character word on the bottle! For free!
Itβs like experiencing βI hear, I know. I see, I remember. I do, I understand.β
Welcome, next week.

Life pace, Beloved
Chosen wisdom, loved glory
Of everyday lifeβ
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I wish to retire at 52 and will be a person with not too many layers of identity, being a human being living a slower-paced life, contributing to smaller society and community with my own hands with all my heart and soul, respected as I am I am not as I am who is associated to prominent organizations.
One of good friends reminded me to get prepared for that will definitely be a much different life. There wonβt be luxurious facilities enjoyed, privilege given, smiles and hand shake or bow. She says itβs gonna be a true life though loved and respected by those with genuine love and respect. No transactional courtesy, all is about friendship and humanity.
When? Still long time to go but short enough because now I live in a fast-paced life.
Time to prepare.
Once retired, I wonβt want to be in contact with those who have respected me because of business or money. They should be eliminated from friendship. They will deserve others who have the capacity.
May all beings be happy. π




I love you lightly
Spending time without no-you
Through breath and shadow.
βββββββββββββββββ-
Guess me. Guess you.

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