graphs of my Universe
My friends are plants grown in a garden called
My heart.
Grow as you wish.
As you are.
There are only two rules here:
Be you responsibly
And root strongly.
Otherwise, you’ll
Get weak
Then withered.
And
Dry
Then....
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I wrote a poem in Bahasa Indonesia in my iPhone about FRIENDS while enjoying today’s lunch: And just now when opening Twitter, I found a thread about 12 levels of friends described in Arabic.
My day is summed up!
All is connected.
💕
How many stones, Love
Do I have to leap and count?
I’m happy. To home—
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my days are like stepping stones to leap for home
Heaven’s now and here,
Below blue crystal clear dome,
Green carpet beneath--
—-
mini tropical heaven
A limit is lines
Where start and finish collide.
Saved energy mode—
Strength isn’t your arms.
It’s your heart, singing anthem
To be a true self.
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this fellow truly reminded me to keep the faith of being a true self 💕
Red in redroses
Overflowing to this heart,
As red as roses—
——
bright side
dim side
Luxury, my love
Makes your stars blink but not glow.
Show your true colours.
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“The Devil Wears Prada” is one of 97 purchased movie in my cloud because I would watch those movies again and again and again either because of loving them or not quite understanding them with one play. This movie was based on a novel with the same title.
Watching “The Devil Wears Prada” for more than 4 times doesn’t bore me, not because I like fashion (I like clothes but not that fashion fashion) but because I like the story — Andrea ‘Andy’ Sachs (main character, protagonist) the humble smart who was derailed from her nature as shaped through her work performance demanded by her boss Miranda Priestly finally found her “way home”.
This movie was released in 2006. I watched it in the same year for the first time then bought it from Apple Store in 2017 the until now rewatch it when I want.
This is a movie that has made me stopped buying bags and watches that were not really needed. Pile of bags didn’t make me happier; luckily I don’t have to look fashionable at work so leaving the impressive bags at home never makes me and my work go less. Queue of watches are not necessary anymore with my beloved Apple Watch.
Another thing that this movie has taught me is to be true to myself even if others are not. It is not easy as there are human beings living around me who have been nurtured in environments where competition is sharp or where winning is the only choice to live or where listening is not to understand but to answer, where genuineness is not paramount — yet it is not that challenging to be true for me as most of those around me also try their best to behave ethically.
In the movie Andy was at the brink of identity crisis when she realised than being successful is not only about sitting on a pedestal that is looked up by many or about ruling a territory; being successful can be sitting among the tribe and working hand in hand on the ground to achieve team’s goal or getting recognition as ethical although not popular or learning to be honest to self everyday with failure and achievements. In other words it is not only a gain outside like promotion, bonus, recognition and the like; but it is also an internal cultivation of getting more mature, clarified, self acceptance, relationship and the like.
Thank you, “The Devil Wears Prada”. Because of you I dug further what brands are truly sustainable based on environment and labor protection and what are putting sustainability as mannequin in display.
A lot more in this movie tells me to realise that “brands and luxurious life don’t define who I truly am”.
So am I still buying those with (prominent) brands (that I can conveniently afford to but)? Yes, but only those truly walking what they are talking and they are mostly not the highest end. Very very few and very very occasional. Unfortunate for them yet fortunate for me—
Some other time I probably want to write about a few.
Salaam.
💕
watched it again just now
How do you call you
Loving expecting no pay?
Only the mother—
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today i called her after she said that she could not sleep remembering Vito, the grandson who just passed away
this lady is impressively patient and loving her grandchildren; losing him has never been easy
she tried to hide her cry from me but her voice could not lie
if i can tell anyone about someone to never forget, it must be about mother
love her, don’t disappoint her ever again as there might have been a lot of troubles from us when we were younger
i love you, Ibu
Sprinkles of petalS
Sway from the sky gracefully
Calling name of yours.
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genji pie that shapes like heart or rose petal or whatever beautifully seen by eyes
genji pie, aside from the shape the taste is also good to me
genji pie has inspired me to love
About genji pie
Multiplied and blessed
Is numbers nature has sent
To a heart that smiles.
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flying back from Narita
flying out from Changi
i believe that whatever shared is multiplied — at least those who enjoy it are multiplied
keep multiplying and blessing!
♥️
This life’s pilgrimage
Spiralling in to the core
Of old house within.
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a mosque in Tokyo — Tokyo Jamii (Camii)
entrance — assalamualaikum, Tokyo Camii
mosque area – 2nd floor
i still know how to do sholat tahiyatul masjid (praying to respect mosque), recite QS Arrahman that is full of gratitudes and praises so i did it
the feel was exactly like when i pray in the temples and shrines
a feeling of home 💕
then a beautiful sister helped me with photo taking — she made me much taller, slimmer yet less me 😁 thank you 💕
time to fly home — thank you, Tokyo 💕
you make me love myself more and more, with all the wounds and scars
A bee is bathing
In magnolia stamens.
Not flying but high
——
from instagram
Rain has no regret.
It’s sharp needles jabbed to earth—
Wildly seeped for life.
——
even wrong decision tasted nice! trust me the chili didn’t even have heat in it 😊 no regret at all
There are two gateways
To enter one gallery
Full of works of art.
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my left side of face is sadder, bitter and negative with which i’ve been made more and more accepting to unwelcoming sides of life 💕
my right is happier, sweeter and optimistic that has persuaded me to be more and more letting go of what is not working after some good deed 💕
whatever unpleasant and pleasant things others say about me, i feel complete with some gap that might not need to be bridged simply to show that imperfection is a perfect gift in life 💕
Note: the picture at the bottom is batik scarf designed by Dudung Aliesyahbana, a batik maestro from Pekalongan, Central Java
Old dreams are dangling
Ready to sprout but doubtful
Seeing grasshoppers.
——
three dangling charms with a daruma flying north tonight
Regulated noise
Tidies up moods and work pace.
Music is curing.
——
no worry, beloved — what’s messy can be tidied up with the right tempo and pitch in music 💕
loving this sweetheart! 💕
Hatred, Beloved
Never a choice; it is love—
Once got hurt then lost.
(haiku at lunch break)
——
osho, the king in shogi (Japanese chess)
About shogi the Japanese chess
Eyes remember to
Blink to the moon downloading
Forgotten stories.
——
Japanese kanji for eyes
Dark sky reveals stars
That gleam sending signs of life
That glows silently.
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rawon aka dark soup that has become the most delivious soup on earth
i left it in the fridge to fly back to Indonesia on Jul 30 and today arriving home my first after unpacking was heating it up for my lunch and dinner 💕
amazingly yummy!
A pair of strong wings
Bring me to a land of thoughts
Where hope shines the light.
——
landed home after burying hope to grow with flowers and spreading love with billowing incense smoke
Mosquito’s buzzing,
Scarier than it’s biting
Ears though can’t complain.
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when i said to my friends that i wanted this, they chorused high toned answer “no, it is not Japan, with this type of water garden, you’ll be mosquitos’ daily party here!” 😁
The light that is in,
The angle that frames, both play
To find the best view.
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About Tugu Yogyakarta
photo taken while my friend was driving fast to avoid some motorbikes; i’ve missed the opportunity of taking its picture many times, this time no although not from a nice point of view
This heart is leaking.
Droplets of love are dripping,
Fertilising life.
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About wedang uwuh
wedang uwuh, a favourite beverage in breezy night of Jogja
inside wedang uwuh
This heart blooms and blooms
Leaving quiet budding season,
Emerging from mud.
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One of my friends complained why all my poems are about love, like I am either falling in love or broken hearted day by day.
After some time of chat and juice against wine glasses that friend answered one’s own question.
“Ya! Life is about loving: smoothly or broken-heartedly. Now I know what you mean. I thought all were about romance! Ahhh!”
I tried a sip of wine from that friend’s glass.
“You’ll get drunk more at home and write more love poems!” Said that friend laughing.
“Yes, I won’t give up this love whatever interpretation is thrown about me to me. I am thankful enough to have very few true friends who understand.”
Salaam.
true love is too tasteless for those weighing it with money; yet too complex for those weighing it with faith — for those not knowing the true secrets behind words, love is just a marriage between distrust and fear hidden in sparkling plastic 🙃 i know love is still beautiful whether it is well understood or misunderstood 💕
Life’s full of wonders,
Giving awe at the right time
With blooming lotus.
——
sometimes snack from home tastes wonderful during traveling 😊 thank you!
Caution, Beloved
Walking down the hill with care.
Climbing hasn’t ended.
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going downstairs is oftentimes more risky than upstairs — my father’s last words to me before he died was “…. be cautious”
I first saw his works in Amsterdam and Paris in 2017 — stunning and extraordinary! So when “Van Gogh: The Immersive Experience” came to Singapore, I didn’t think twice to go.
While there was so much to enjoy, the huge room where people can just relax within the expo before continuing their look-around or after doing it was my favourite.
This video was of my first entry to the room. After enjoying the Van Gogh VR experience, I went back there to enjoy the time before finally left the expo: children playing, adults chatting, some sleeping, even a lady dancing. There was serenity in this dark room full of Van Gogh’s colours virtually projected to the walls by technology.
I am blessed to be there.
Thank you!
Salam.
🐣
Evening awaits
Trippers who miss home. Hurry.
Go home happily.
——
good evening, commuters — go home happily 💕
never bored with this angle; whatever weather, whatever colour — i love to be home 💕
Written on a board
Dreams as deep as memories—
Now is calling me.
——
i wish to write this in one ema for JLPT N5 😂 someday 🐣 yet i don’t want to lose my today, the best day i have every day 💕
It’s one fun day out
When colours race with the light
Depicting good moods.
——
life is a gambling for those betting against it
♥️ weekend well spent
💕 much to learn in silent colours
sunflowers ♥️
what do you see?
Van Gogh’s bedroom in the asylum
i brought this home together with some souvenirs 💝
rike jokanan 
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