graphs of my Universe
Nicely soaked in love
With flowing sweet intension
In a good morning
—
soaked in water in this Bali morning (7am) – a standing phone helped capture a moment nicely ♥️
jineng that becomes a gazebo at the pool; jineng is originally Balinese rice storage house
Angel, Beloved
Wraps me with hundreds of wings,
Showers me with light.
—
Angel Moon and Chris under confetti
Chris, Angel Moon and the person behind her
both pictures sent by a friend watching Coldplay from Rajamangala National Stadium, Bangkok – thank you❣️
The small is
Hugely
Building me
Strong and
Sweet.
This that
I will embrace
To the
End.
—
This book is one of best reads in my life. If I am to write a book, it should feel this way. True, light and meaningful–
Life cannot be truer, lighter and more meaningful to me now.
Thank you!
one of books that make me fall in love with the you in me❣️ i am to write a review of it ♥️
Coincidently waking up
With light breath
And open eyes
In a good morning
That calls for
Another day.
Some don't know the feel
And it's just a coincidence
For me?
How fair life is!
How unfair life is!
Be blessed, dear.
Be blessed everyday
With the blessings
That come from
Every other way.
—
That coincidence often comes as blessings might have been ingrained in me, even more.
One Coldplay-big-fan friend said to me some time ago “If you have spare ticket for Coldplay in Singapore, please sell it to me.” He really wanted to watch Coldplay in many different places. Seems to him Coldplay has brought in a lot of good meanings into his life. Not denying this possibility, I have to admit the lyrics are powerful for those wanting to look deep in to their own selves.
I said “I will but it is a very thin chance knowing this band has tremendously massive lovers.”
Sorry, friend….
Yet one fine day in January one good friend from Jakarta texted me asking if he can let me buy two Jan 30’s Coldplay show tickets as he was “suddenly” assigned for a biz trip and would not make it to be in Singapore for the show. What a blow! This friend and his wife would have met me before or after the show so I was kind of upset to hear the news. Yet at the same time I remembered that one friend would be super excited to buy the tickets.
What a coincidence!
Long story short the Coldplay-big-fan friend agreed to buy two. He wanted to watch with his friend this time.
Some time after he agreed, he texted me again saying that his friend could not fly in for the show. Honestly I felt it was another coincidence as I was also thinking of going again – I found listening to “Biutyful” live was addictive to me. So, I asked if it was ok for me to buy the other ticket: Coincidently he agreed; he must have really wanted to watch with his special friend yet he welcomed me nicely.
excited in my 3rd watch! more? no, no, it was the last for the “Music of The Spheres World Tour”, now time to enjoy them back in Apple Music 😃
So, this time we watched from above. A very stunning view with all the well-arranged illumination and performance.
Another coincidence. My friend and I didn’t say anything about which tee to wear yet both of us happened to wear the same one: Coldplay 2023 Tokyo special edition design. Wow!
We both went crazy blended with others who were as crazy as us. I don’t know when I will meet him again after the show but I truly thank him for giving me a lesson that someone can love something (in his case a band) that he is capable of explaining almost all fun facts about the band that I didn’t even think exist. Memorizing all songs’ lyrics, knowing albums and EP contents, and so on and so forth! Thank you, KM-san! God bless you. 🙏🏼
I asked him how he could memorise all lyrics. His answer was annoyingly true “If you love something, you will remember.” Damn! I just realized forgetful is my middle name especially when dealing with passwords and where I put small stuff. 😂
Jan 31 was another merry day. My niece watched with her best friend and they stayed overnight in my home after that. Her friend is a journalist who knows how to access “Kampung Badui Kanekes” that I have dreamed of visiting. To my excitement he agreed to escort me to visit the unique ethnic group in Banten anytime I want to go. ♥️
Should I underestimate a coincidence? Or, actually there is no that that we call coincidence. It is just a lesson that we never clearly see and (hopefully) later will be well learnt.
Thank You!!!!
among all this is my favourite photo – Angel Moon❣️ BIUTYFUL!!!
favourite of mine ♥️
My second Coldplay show watching after Tokyo Dome.
This time I went with my best friend (who was with me in Tokyo Dome) and my brother’s sons who became our body guards.
So happy I am alive at the same time with you. So happy you’re alive!
Jan 27, 2024 – Singapore National Stadium
Those who never get drunk
Of love
Will misunderstand it.
Lust and love
Are coal and diamond.
One is clear around a lady's finger.
One is dark in a lady's fireplace.
Which of which, Beloved
Is precious?
Either
In different dimensions.
—
Dear,
You.
Could you tell my body
To slow down
And let you go first?
Your Highness Age,
You are too excited
Yes, precise too.
Yet would you please
Leave me an energetic one?
Yours truly,
Weakening Body
—
how i see myself 😍
how my nephews and nieces see me 😂
About love
That throbs like screaming wound,
Craving for nothing but
Its own
Genuineness,
Clarity,
Loyality.
No reciprocity
No repayment
It hurts.
It hurts.
Yet it is noble
And true.
It is endless overflow
Of spring water
To the river
Flowing
To the
Sea.
—
the driver drove me these 2 days has 3 kids; 1 is pursuising police education, 1 is studying to be a technician, 1 is 10 years old
he and his wife work super hard to make their children’s dreams come true — they have double jobs and spend most of their time working
that old man and his loyal wife truly have reflected what love is, reminding me to my parents and what they did for their children
thank you for the love lesson that makes me believe how love changes things
❣️
What do you dream
Of a city
Where you drive like a snail,
Work like a horse,
Sleep like a girrafe?
Wake up.
The dice is rolling,
A lucky number is falling,
You are winning.
—
i wrongly booked a hotel — it was supposed to be in BCG yet i wrongly selected the one in the Roxas Boulevard; as a result i am now staying in a hotel with a casino and the room is really not for business people, it is for those busy partying — next time i should be more careful 😎
Kindness, Beloved
A strand of gemstones glowing.
A gift for my love--
—
arriving home from Malaysia, i found a sukun (bread fruit) as a gift from my neighbours (cleaners, gardeners, security guards) for the 2nd time — need to look for things that can give them smile
thank you, neighbours!
Stop and look
So you could really see.
Yours truly,
Camera
—
(short poem at lunch break)
time to get busy with my dslr again
How drunk are you?
Yours truly,
Wine of Life
—
(short poem at lunch break)
I wish a nice day for you
And evening so bright,
In one morning wishing you
Good night.
How time
Broadens our space,
It mimes
Every broken wish.
—
The Persistence of Memory (painting by Salvador Dali)
Walking a cross road,
Filling a crossword puzzle
With just a sweet wit
—
never hesitate to walk through a cross road where map is sometimes a second thought, the first is always what my heart says ❣️
Perfect, Beloved?
Universe dancing pattern
With risks and blessings--
—
there is no need to be perfect to be beautiful — it is just about expressing one’s self genuinely
picture from Pinterest
In our next
Next
Next rendezvous
We won't see but white
And laughter
Decorating the day.
All bad times will be forgotten,
Leaving early with the short memory
Giving us only good times
And an ease that next stage
Is just another
Rendezvous.
—
if we all survive by then, my best friends and i will look like this 😍 all of us will wear spectacles 😁 how sweet and romantic a friendship can be ❣️
picture from Pinterest
Among petit rain
Bright colours start a new day.
Beauty knows her way.
—
orchids
To look you up
Like my breakfast's
Sunny side up.
—
did my best although my sunny side up is not round — i folded it 💕
Once I saw a name
On one of my 100 days
Then a cloud flew
Over the same night
Sweeping away a story
Leaving an end
Hanging silently
With no word
Just my throbbing heart
Counting how long spaces were.
Then I asked you
"Did I really see
You?"
—
Life is given
Each day
To those
Falling in love.
How can I not breathe
You?
—
the flowers give life to the statue
Atsushi Taniguchi is a florist whose flower arrangements define that that i call falling in love — colourful yet not busy, packed yet not congested, priceless yet not expensive, easy yet not cheap, meticulous yet not complicated
💕
If I can cry my soul,
It is only for
You.
I
Whose heart is made of
Silken nets miss
You.
I
Whose plane wanders
Circumambulate
You.
—
stillness that spins, noise that calms, memory that vanishes, emptiness that fulfils — all within
what’s missed has all been met at a point for a moment then time pulls the wanderer to keep the journey on and on like a subtle network full of signs and wisdom about the beloved
happy long weekend with no interruption
💕
Have I not known, Love
A gathering of flowers?
White dots among green--
—
it takes just a genuine beholder to see beauty gathering under the day light
A guest, Beloved:
Someone enjoying your home
Then a warm farewell
—
it’ was either me or my friend the guest here; yet we both enjoyed today’s dinner so much
Leaving with no grudge
That giving an ugly setting
To this short story
—
you can be someone’s story background like those flowers and grass in this photo; make sure you make the story go more smoothly or feel more easily — keep your bitter and sour taste for yourself 😁
so much love today as all things were perfectly resolved — idem ditto for all days ahead 💕
These dreams of old nights
Swaying free, ready to fly
To grow seeds of hopes.
—
ready to fly
There's no other word
Better than welcome and thanks
To visiting friends.
—
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 💕
Pride, Beloved
Costs you everything,
Leaves you with nothing.
If love is here,
Why don't you say it now?
—
give up pride, choose love
picture from Pinterest
I'm old, Beloved.
Inch by inch closer to the gate
Of letting all go.
—
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
Home, Beloved,
When all faces lining up
Remind me of you.
—-
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.
—-
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
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