graphs of my Universe
There's no other word
Better than welcome and thanks
To visiting friends.
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me, Mbak Dee and Pak Soer in MRT red line from Orchard heading to my home — welcome to my humble abode! 🙏🏼
Mbak Dee and I are durian eaters, Pak Soer is social durianer 😂
maybe it is the durian at night that has made me “fresher”, not only the medication that brings some spike of food craving 🤭
we went home at 12am with durian burp smell and promise to meet again some day
thank you, Mbak Dee and Pak Soer 💕
I'm late. I'm so late.
A date that I've given up,
A dinner I've skipped--
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beef rib soup for late dinner 😊
Nothing's better than
Getting comforted today
By freshness of life.
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fresh from the granite mortar — rujak buah for my today’s lunch! 😊
One best, Beloved
Not ranked number one but that
From problems not run--
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there’s always one best and this one is for today’s 😊 (sauté grated carrot, fried dried fish, seaweed)
home cooking is my favourite food
I'm old, Beloved.
Inch by inch closer to the gate
Of letting all go.
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the wooden structure at the end of the bridge used to be a ryokan that is not in operation anymore, it was left with its old days’ golden era — it is now deserted and decayed
a reflection of getting old?
A conversation with best friend about definition of old and our getting old.
Me (M): By UN definition we are not old yet. Old is those above 60.
Best friend (BF): That’s just to make the working age later and later.
M: So we still have at least 16 years before officially called old by the definition.
BF: By then they define old as those above 70.
M: I guest human beings push the boundary to stay young.
BF: Young and immortal?
M: I don’t want to be immortal.
BF: You will if you have children. You will want to live seeing them grow up, get married, give you grandchildren, and so on with you healthy and happy with them.
M: They want it, too? Only if I am around without any care needed from them I guess.
Both of us: 😂😂😂
About the UN definition of old
A home, Beloved
Where kitchen's fun and alive,
Diningroom's smiling
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i’ve been living away from my parents since young age and before that i loved to cook for everyone in the family; i was not a best cook but my father loved most of what i made — now i realize why i prefer home cooking (both mine and my friends’) to the restaurant food — most home cooking is loaded with fresh ingredients, less additive substance and lots of sprinkles of love
my friends are visiting soon and i am thinking of cooking for them — excited! 💕
I'm flying back home
To weave a new home that's warm
And knows only you.
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Muraksara Nusantara — “Indonesia’s human beings” in Soetta Airport domestic arrival, in transit before Singapore
Yes, I know most of them thanks to their roles and professions in Indonesia — I respect most of them due to their integrity leaving me no doubt that human beings are created to inspire others positively, question some due to their fake impartiality whether their people or their “political promotor”
we Indonesian will never forget how these two men of two poles apart life principles fought for the birth of Indonesia that is formed from hundreds of sultanates and kingdoms — asked, I would vote Hatta first as a man of integrity for his loyalty and honesty, while Soekarno for his speech and bravery
Home, Beloved,
When all faces lining up
Remind me of you.
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Rupa Buwana in Soekarno Hatta International Airport, Banten — faces of those people of the world who have outstanding contribution — I am still asking “why there is no Steve Jobs and Emily Dickinson? 😊💕
Indonesia’s 1st President and Vice President — Soekarno and Mohammad Hatta
Purple is royal,
Then royal becomes too high.
Let white be ruling.
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dots, lines, shapes and colours — i used to love purple until one day white looked lighter to both my eyes and head 💕
when light is growing prettier
How do you look, Love?
Are you as fierce as tigers?
Or as cute as cats?
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picture from Pinterest
selfie is a modern version of self portrait — we can be the best artist we’ve ever wanted and shown the world the best version of our interpretation of our appearance
I love selfie — it is a freedom to see myself, not always good yet that’s me 💕
i tried to paint a self portrait yet the result is sooo artistic that I can’t recognise my own self 😃 i have a friend who is painting not really nicely but able to capture the character of the subjects — i should practice more ♥️
I think one year is good enough to at least knowing how to capture the character, painting nicely is never my goal
goal: capture the tigerness in my catness and the vice versa ❣️😊
A home, Beloved,
Where orchids bloom silently
Giving a surprise.
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can you see a long spike there? how didn’t I see it before my trip? it should have been around for around 2-3 weeks 😍
a bud! 💕
The goodness welcomed
Is goodness prepared. No doubt.
Enjoy all goodness.
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they don’t allow guests to bring in durian and mangosteen to the room, yet they welcomed me with fruit incl mangosteen! I love buah manggis! 💕
You and I, my love
Are everywhere. Two extremes
Composing what’s one—
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everything is a pair to sum up union
we call it antonym
we call it opposite
we call it antithesis
but we also call it paradox
I want to call it separation that missed union
what would you call it?
This tongue is twisted
By taste and a language
For a little while.
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I’m having lunch now and remembering one lunch on my first day in Kyoto. Lovely!
appetiser — too lovely to eat up 😭
Yuba Sashimi (sea bream tuna) — 💕
clear soup made in an individual Dobin — no spoon is needed, you drink the soup with the lid
grilled Spanish Mackerel —- I could eat another one 💕
Yuba Oke (their specialty)
steamed tofu with vegetables — verrrry good!
rice, miso soup, pickles — still good but the least I liked 🤭
dessert – persimmon 💕💕💕
About Shozankaku Matsuyama
Life is falling leaves
Layered colours to decay.
Colourful beauty—
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my life is like a stack of ironed clothes: colourful!
household chores done for today 💕 ready for packing
It’s a dilemma
Between safety and beauty.
Each is a glory.
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falling leaves on a moss garden
red falling leaves are beautiful and I want to experience them again someday yet it is always hard choice to me — always a dilemma between beautiful autumn or short torture of itchy welts
I’m allergic to cold weather — after 1 week I’m getting bad skin rash and itch that won’t let me stop scratching crazily on the itchy part; my recent Kyoto was the worst so far
I should have had antihistamine with me so all the falling leaves and moss garden images wouldn’t have been shaken by my skin-scratching disco 😂
I still wish to be back someday 💕 not in an extension of biz trip, but a personal leave only 😍
You’re my melody
Dancing on the heart surface
Hurting me deeply.
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so cute I can’t eat it 😍 Sanrio’s My Melody
There’s a vibe within
Spreading a home everywhere.
Close yet so remote—
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most of my friends think I would always visit big cities with all the luxurious and sparkling night life when visiting Japan; yet they’re wrong as many of places I’ve visited are rural areas where no Hyatt, Shangri-La, and other big chains of hospitality brands are planted — I will usually stay in local hotels, meet humble kind genuine Japanese who don’t speak English and are willing to converse with my broken Japanese, listen to stories that impress me of how all human beings are basically struggle in life
not all Japanese are like the one I met some time ago whose rich life has formed one prouder and less kind than I thought one was 😌
feeling so blessed in a remote area in Gobo — let’s work wonder tomorrow, good people 🙏🏼
One talk to the self.
Alone among cheering crowd.
Peaceful in the noise—
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it was a beautiful night with myself among the crowd 💕
Red leaves falling off
Celebrate green through the wind.
A cycle of life—
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red leaves before falling off
Which way will you take?
All go to where love resides.
The ways are waiting.
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Tokyo at a glance
Brings me a shadow of you
Longing for a home.
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sightseeing 😍
(affordable) sushi so far is only nice in Japan 😊
made one once and will make it again someday 😍
Fall is falling leaves.
They are reddened and gliding
To kiss the lover.
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autumn in Kyoto
When heart is joyful,
It radiates through senses.
Deli from my heart—
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gudheg ayam ala Rike ♥️ — light and bright, my must-eat for all my family and friends visiting me
most of feedback: can you make it saltier 💕
tempe kemul aka blanketed tempe — yummy like in heaven!
today’s lunch box — leftover of gudheg ayam, rambutan and mini banana 💚
There are waves that breathe
Fanning the flame flickering
Eternally within.
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RC Gorman’s work of art
Coincidences,
Unexplained experience
In one fast crossroad
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‘M supposed to watch Coldplay in Japan with Vito, my nephew. We’d planned the trip since May; he passed away in July. Feeling desperate and not wanting to go alone, I was about to cancel the trip when coincidently one best friend said she wanted to visit me in Singapore in the week of the supposed-to-be-cancelled trip. I offered her a free Coldplay ticket to go with me. She agreed! And so the trip cancellation didn’t happen. 💕
I am still selecting which photo of his is the best to bring. I want to take picture with his picture before, during and after Coldplay concert and wherever we would have been going in Japan.
Sometimes we live to walk on others’ dreams and those who have the dreams must let go off their dream to be walked on by others. That’s why I always want to live my life with true dedication as not everyone has the opportunity to live this long.
For those living chasing dreams, you can!
For those leaving with some dreams behind, your dreams are cherished by your beloved!
Rest in love, dear boy.
Salam.
my life is a chain of ordinary acts, rare sprinkles of drama and magical coincidences — unexplainable except that I am blessed with all the problems and solutions 💕
Today’s a good day
To breathe what’s good and what’s not.
Tasting in balance—
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my friend in Ubud packed some ready-to-fry cassava — good!
I wish to meet you
And greet each other sweetly
Where sun looks red round.
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sometimes I imagine I meet a long lost friend in one busy airport and we greet each other —- “long time no see, let’s have some tea!”
(Changi Airport picture – Rain Vortex)
What’s hidden’s beauty
Admiring silently.
Reciprocity—
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getting off from bus #857, i saw something silently looking at me as saying “hey, sweet heart how was your day?”
it’s this beauty!
rike jokanan 
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