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Indonesia Raya!
After that bloody disqualification in the All England 2021! Finally, proven!
You deserve it, Champions! Millions of appreciation for you! 👍🏽👍🏽👍🏽🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼
Flowers And Bees
Flowers, Beloved,
Invite bees to pollinate.
Duo saviours—
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Bees are the most important agent to keep the human race alive. Without bees there won’t be crops because no plants are pollinated and human being won’t have things to eat and in four years all human beings are gonna die (summarise from an allegedly Albert Einstein’s statement – If the bee disappears from the surface of the Earth, man would have no more than four years left to live.)
Hey, dope! Bees won’t pollinate flowers in a vase! 🤪
Haha! Ok, please forgive me. I simply need flowers to keep insanity in tact for the next one week.
Thanks, Plants. Sorry, Bees.
May all beings be happy.
Pranata Mangsa (Javanese Wisdom)
August, Beloved
Earth is thirsty and open.
Second crop should come.
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Pranata mangsa literally means season (mangsa) rules (pranata). It is a structured rules for farmers and fishermen in Javanese culture with which they make their plans in growing plants and harvesting the sea. This comprehension was also implemented in Sundanese (major ethnic group in West Java) and Balinese (major ethnic group in Bali). Some European ethnic groups did have this, too like Bauern calendar in Germany.
There are 12 mangsa (seasonal cycles) in Javanese pranata mangsa.
- Kasa (Kartika) – Jun. 22 to Aug. 1
- Karo (Poso) – Aug. 2-24
- Katelu – Aug. 25 to Sep. 17
- Kapat (Sitra) – Sep. 18 to Oct. 12
- Kalima (Manggala) – Oct. 13 to Nov. 8
- Kanem (Naya) – Nov. 9 to Dec. 21
- Kapitu (Palguna) – Dec. 22 to Feb. 2
- Kawolu (Wasika) – Feb. 3-28
- Kasanga (Jita) – Mar. 1-25
- Kasadasa (Srawana) – Mar. 26 to Apr. 18
- Dhesta (Pradawana) – Apr. 19 to May 11
- Sadha (Asuji) – May 12 to Jun. 21
The dates are adjusted every four years due to the 365 and 366 days in a year (leap year).
Javanese would grow certain seeds in each mangsa because in those particular mangsa the earth metabolism have specifically different characteristics suit certain plants to grow; and so, growing them will both maximise the crops and mitigate hazards to the soil.
And the Javanese fishermen would go to sea on certain mangsa and wouldn’t in the others or if they went, they knew which directions they would go as in certain parts of sea is in rage or the sea habitat isn’t ready to present crops to the men. Combined with the ethnoastronomy, the pranata mangsa was a powerful tool for Javanese fishermen in their golden era. No more though 🥴
Pranata mangsa was developed to ensure the health, safety and welfare of both the human beings and the environment. That’s confirmed and proven for ages!
However, this powerful pranata mangsa has been left if not forgotten by the owner. Instead the owner has started using the modern no-season farming and fishery where earth is raped and tortured to cater for the human being greed. The Javanese have betrayed both their own identity and the environment by leaving the pranata mangsa.
Do we really need so much? Or do we want so much?
Maybe it has come to a time to apologise to the earth goddess (called Batari Sri in Javanese, the one given authority by God to take care of soil) and the ocean god (called Batara Baruna in Javanese, the one given authority to take care of water)— they might have screamed for so long because of us, we who don’t care of the risks of harmful fertilisers and irresponsible sea harvesting both to us and to the earth.
Maybe it has come to a time to start healing them that are almost broken and exploding, and healing ourselves for having been greedy and selfish.
Salam….
Useful link #1: https://www.salamyogyakarta.com/pranoto-mongso/
Useful link #2: https://fpb.uksw.edu/detail_post/news/masih-relevankah-pranata-mangsa-di-era-globalisasi-ini
Be The Right Element
Fire, Beloved, Burns. Hot. Fast. Deadly. Don't play Until you are friends.
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Even fire can be our friend and play with us. Make sure it doesn’t burn us. How? Either be water or earth when getting along with fire, never be wood or metal.
I’ve seen how anger consumes human beings’ life. It is not easy dealing with it, especially when it is inside. Yet is anger really an anger? Or just sadness, fear or unhappiness that are expressed inappropriately due to restriction in certain society?
Or, some people don’t even know that they are in rage. They don’t know what they are feeling. What they know is they feel annoyed, humiliated, or frustrated. Been there…. 🤓
When it is unbearable, go to the park and lie down on the grass or take ablution or take a bath.
Gosh! It is no easy to deal with an angry cashier or taxi driver. Hope they solve their real problems soon and be happy so people around them are not victimised, including the customers.
Happy weekend!
May all beings be happy esp those cashier and taxi driver. 💐
Link for pic: https://www.wallpaperflare.com/flowers-fire-flame-painter-digital-art-digital-painting-wallpaper-cefyw
Link for pic: https://fairygodboss.com/career-topics/emotion-wheel
Lamp Posts
The light, Beloved
Gives sight vision, makes my eyes
See your sheer beauty.
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Last stop before going back home is Yishun Sports Hall yard where biking around the grass rings trains muscle and balance. Followed by sitting at the circle rim doing nothing just daydreaming, night outing is almost always a must-do thing to unload unnecessary thoughts.
This evening the sky is bright and air is filled with enjoy-each-moment vibe before doing laundry. The light shining through the lamp post steals one moment.
Without light, what sight can do? Without light, sight doesn’t see vision. It’s vision that builds a meaning with meaning. what does it mean?
Ahhh! Head still too full! I don’t wanna think too much. Time to daydream under the moon light—
Salam….
Hey, Trees!
Flowers look like leaves.
Beauty naturally built:
Maniltoa trees
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Let’s go biking! The lining maniltoa trees or handkerchief trees are waiting to greet.
Weekend! Yay!
Photo borrowed from https://www.straitstimes.com/singapore/environment/sgblooms-nparks-on-where-to-catch-the-second-flowering-season-of-the-year
Need Some Stupid Conversation
We are all born naked
Dressed differently in death. What—
Would we do in life?
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Would keep laughing at myself in life because there are many comic moments in life (tragedy + time = comedy) — like being born every time, nakedly honest in front of own self
And would love to live around those who can see wisdom from what we’ve laughed at or jokes in wisdom— pure laughter, no humiliation, no underestimation, but yeah sweet insult 🤪
Can’t imagine how boring to live with those who can’t even laugh seeing their face on the mirror…. 🥳
Can’t wait to meet my best people and laugh at this life, accompanied with home made snacks and favourite drinks! Wisdom, jokes, social politic gossip and some stupid “garing” guessing games as always 🤓
Time is relative so next year can feel like one hour from now!
We Are All Prime Numbers
What’s prime number, Love?
Itself and one can divide.
Most intimate love—
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It’s just me and the one.
The one that I’ve always missed with no reason. The one that I’ve perceived but not perceivable. The one that I’ve missed and travelled for but nowhere to find. The one that I’ve felt so intimate but so distant. The one that I’ve cried for but making me smile. The one that I’ve been peaceful with but breaking my heart.
You’re a prime number, Self, one that is greater than one and can only be divided by one and itself. The rest is excluded.
What prime number are you?
Salam…. 💝
Climbing Vines
A tree, Beloved
Dies of climbing harmful vines.
Pull them to revive.
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Pull away gently the harmful vines that climb a tree in a garden to stop them from growing too wildly and finally leave the tree breathless and lack of sun then die slowly….
Knowing which vines are harmful is the first step.
So excited about next year to plant a tree in the home base’s tiny garden. Thanks to a good friend in Ubud who is willing to graft her arum ndalu tree for me.
Dear Pandemic, be mild and friendly. Don’t you know I want to see my home for just one weekend. Please…. 🤕
This homesickness feels like vines that climb a strong tree.
Dear, Self. Pull them away gently….
May all beings be happy.
Useful link from which the photo is borrowed and some additional knowledge about tree and vines: https://www.nashvilletreeconservationcorps.org/treenews/what-to-do-about-vines-growing-on-your-tree
Keep Learning!
Words don’t end as words.
They wait for context to be:
Fact? Opinion?
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Why should be afraid of using precise words —gathered in a context— clear context of statement, question, request or exclamation if it is to positively convey a message and/or to get expected responses?
I found some people are shy if not afraid of conveying messages because of unsuccessful experiences of getting the messages passed on to the others clearly. They thought the failure was purely theirs. No, not at all!
Know, Self that some people don’t have the tools to comprehend certain messages; it can be because of limitation of language, intelligence, culture, perception, intention, name it…. In fact some others simply don’t want to listen.
When the message isn’t well comprehended, an equivalent response most probably will be delivered, which is unpleasant and/or unclear one.
It is not nice to fail in communication. Only true learners never give up trying. 👍🏽
Communication is about intention as intrinsic factor (make sure it is good) and skill as extrinsic. Both take time to be mature. Yet, in whatever stage of maturity both don’t always collaborate at times.
Hell yeah! I’m talking about myself! Next time better, much better than today’s me.
May all beings be happy.
Master Horse
A horse is running
In a round. To win it not;
To serve the master—
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Am I the horse or the master?
If the horse, do I know enough who is my master so that I don’t just gallop whenever anyone other than the master whips me.
If the master, do I know enough how to appropriately engage with the horse and whether or not the horse has endurance for certain round either race or equestrian.
More importantly do I know what’s a horse and what’s a master?
May all beings be happy.
What Is Your Coordinate?
Quadrant, Beloved,
Where x and y cut a plane;
I’m the origin
Seeing you around, confused
And confusing. Layered self—
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The conversation with little brother this evening has reminded me that I’ve probably fallen in love with someone from an unfriendly quadrant— the one whose abscissa and ordinate are not well defined.
So, stand on the origin or be an origin, the zero-point-zero point. Simply will stand here and see the quadrant where my focus now is going. By standing on the pole, I’m zero, being objective about myself and anyone around me, balanced seeing negative positive, observing above below, not judging, just seeing the facts!
It feels like walking a tightrope. Balancing my observation, being honest to my own self. At the end of this rope, I’ll see his true quadrant.
I see a rabbit in you. Hope no snake comes out from you. Oops, oops! A chicken? Or a bull? 😁
No, no I wish at least I can see you unmasked. Whatever you are and so I can embark peacefully. 😋
May all beings be happy.
Magically Blessed
Magic, Beloved,
Scented, shaped, coloured. Travelled
By sea, land and air—
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There are many choices of flowers and leaves imported from Down Under recently. Protea, leucadendron, silver bell eucalyptus pods, Geraldton wax flower, eryngium big blue, eucalyptus leaves, etc appear in the flower shop.
As they don’t come every month like roses, chrysanthemum and spider lily, I grabbed them fast. Greedy? Please don’t. Let’s call it excited. 😌
These flowers and leaves prove to be not only pretty but also aromatically medicative. Imagine working breathing eucalyptus for at least one week. Ya, they last longer than roses, chrysanthemum and spider lily.
I think I’ve received a lot of blessing and healing through travelling, flowers and food most time of life, particularly recently. There is nothing better to thank but breathing deeply and chewing slowly with all heart and soul.
If not because of being blessed and loved, what else are we given all these?
Sending blessings and love across the ocean to the one dearly loved. 💝
May all beings be happy.
Orchids Bring Hope
Orchid, Beloved,
Surprises day with new stems.
More colours to be;
A gift from Mother Nature,
A greeting from Father Time—
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Just learnt that my orchids are happier with rain water. There has been much rain recently that hampered jogging and biking schedule; yet now I see the rain has invited more colours and beauty.
The time of those orchids’ blossom isn’t predictable; they often surprise me when the buds stem is already prominent. My sight is really getting older that often time I don’t see when the stem is in its early stage; or they are just hidden in common green.
The plants in this tiny home have always been a consolation every now and then. Both the ones in the balcony and those in the bathroom’s bay window are best friends to this person. 💝
Thank you!
Need Some Fresh Eyes
The eyes, Beloved,
Looking all fresh and good
When not dozing off
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Some facts can’t be clearly comprehended when a kind breeze lullaby lingers around a space, or simply tipsiness stays longer at the forehead.
It is blessed to want to sleep. Go to the slumberland and download fresh inspirations.
May all beings be happy.
A Who Who Is Missed
It rains, Beloved
Orange stays bright in the west.
Wish you were here, Who?
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Sometimes the one that is dearly missed is that who never remembers us. What a paradox!
Paradox is beauty of life, contradictory realities that are given at the same time. There are plenty of hidden messages in between only clear heart can read.
May all beings be happy. 💝
See Beyond A Dead End
Mistake, Beloved
Taking action with dead end.
Back to square one? No?
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Earth revolves around the sun, so each dead end experiences a sun rise a day.
What a relief!
Some Cannot Be Changed
Red shrimp, Beloved
Crooked not bowing; Nature
That cannot be changed—
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Lunch is an important meal; breakfast is just a tertiary “decoration”. So having nice food in the afternoon feels like seeing a green garden with fruits hanging everywhere. 🤩
4 of 4 done! 1 isn’t so tidy, the 3 are excellent!
Two Sides of Beauty
A vase, Beloved
In which two seasons meet up;
Two sides of beauty—
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Some flowers last longer in a vase, others stay shorter. They glorify seasons and gratify life spans differently. Here some flowers come together in a vase and enjoy the life together, decorating a corner some time away from the roots.
How would I not thank for all faces of beauty?
Live longer and enjoy the colourful life in this melting pot, dear Self. All is well. All is beautiful.
May all beings be happy.
Joy Is Always Waiting
There’s a hidden joy
Behind a pile of laundry.
Ironed, it shows up.
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When finally a bucket of wrinkle fabrics pile up into nicely-layered pile of ironed clothes, who doesn’t feel the joy?
Some household chores are relaxing.
May all beings be happy.
Life Skill Is Not That Simple
It takes basic skill
To be happy and peaceful.
Folding paper rice—
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Another Vietnamese cuisine came for brunch! 🍴
Thought it would be easy and fast to fold rice paper to wrap some veggies and meat. Thought it would take only basic skill of folding paper like making origami heart.
Yes, it is pre-basic skill of folding the paper yet the skill to control what’s inside the heart is not that basic. The intention to fold tidily and the urge of immediately eating nice food collided hard just because of a thin layer of helpless wet rice paper. It felt like now or never. Drama! 😂
Today’s target of eating 5 wraps didn’t happen. The rest of the filling became a bowl of salad.
Sorry, dearest paper rice. I failed you. No, no! 3 of 5 is 60%, more than 50% means winning in democracy. 😂
Next time better! 💝
Delicious Weekend
Weekend, Beloved,
Clear, nice, fresh— How can’t it be
If it’s cooked with love?
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First Vietnamese food from own kitchen. Next one should include bone to make perfect beef flavour. And the chili please, the crown of perfection should be a kick not only a tickle!
Still this weekend is delicious with a big bowl of pho bo!
If I may say Vietnamese pho is the only noodle soup that can beat my dear Indomie! Respect to the soul who concocted this recipe hundreds of years ago.
May all beings be happy.
Balance Means Complete
Desert’s, Beloved,
Scorpions’ home. Oases—
Crops are rich and sweet.
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Walking on a rim with smiles and cries is now, drawing a circle from one start to one end— a point.
A close-looped cycle, dear Self. Are you in?
Free Day
Rest day, Beloved,
Free— Stay away from workplace.
Let it be messy.
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Just wanna be free, don’t care about dirty house and all the mess. Just wanna take time to do nothing—
Welcome Saturday night! Let’s browse recipe for Sunday! 😎
A Cleansing Talk
Friendship, Beloved
A vast ocean and its waves
Sweeping all debris—
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A friend visited me at my lunch break. A short talk made the day.
About her retirement plan to hop from one city to another from one country to another with her husband, future visit to my home base, future visit to Ubud, her sons and the menace, my future plans, health and healthcare, vaccination, and everything….
Our longest talk after 2 years of not going someplace together! She brought our favourite kue from Bengawan Solo! 💝
Couldn’t believe it could happen only in one hour. We must have talked as fast as flash!
⚡️
You Is The Limit
Freedom, Beloved
Is gauging limitation.
How low can you go?
How high can you fly? How long?
Life’s integrated limits.
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There is always the next level of things. Perfection? Some say yes. Some say it is freedom, up to self, don’t care about others, want more, and everything.
No one can stop one except one’s self.
Is the end the limit? Not sure; yet it must be sun and moon the cycles integrate.
Beloved, if you allow, let me just be better than my own self before. Nothing more, nothing less.
May all beings be happy. 💝
Paradox, Euphemism dalam Wayang Kulit Jawa Kontemporer
Mencari kewarasan di antara kegilaan. Ketawa sampai perut kaku! 😂😂😂😂😂
Only for those knowing Bahasa Indonesia. Sorry…. 😊
Not 100% Clean
Is she that clean though?
No! Flower blooms from rooted trees.
Dirt, bugs surround her.
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Human being is human being. No one is perfect. No one is clean. If someone looks perfect, it is just the lenses are focusing on one’s good parts or the lenses are damaged unable to see all details or one is just in a lucky blind spot. What a blessing to look perfect! — whatever the cause is
Making mistakes is a perfect description about human being. The perfection overdoes though when the same mistake is repeated — too many times will kill!
*sigh*
May all beings be full-bellied. 💝
Sleeping Is Farming Dreams
Night blankets sweet dreams,
Lullabies and keeps them safe
Until morning comes
To reap every grain dreams yield.
Dreams, soar high and come back true.
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Dream sweet and wake up true.
May all beings now be peacefully sleepy…. 😊
Guarded
Swaying gently down,
Feather falls off from the wings
Flapping. Angel smiles.
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I used to pick up feathers met on the way to school, office, home, everywhere. Feathers have been good signs to me for years. There has been a feeling of being protected.
Superstition? I don’t know. Maybe. Maybe not.
Now? Still believing that feather present is the presence of protection, but I stopped hoarding. Just look at the feathers, pray for protection and greet the guardian angels, and walk on with a bunch of blessings.
May all beings be happy.
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