Tell the sun rising and setting that I’m ready anytime: morning, night and day— to present what’s best in my humble life.
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graphs of my Universe
Tell the sun rising and setting that I’m ready anytime: morning, night and day— to present what’s best in my humble life.
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Curated sources of knowledge is a vast deep ocean to dive in.
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A few from Topkapi Palace




Eyes blink to clean themselves, to not see things except Turkish evil eye.
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You don’t need so much love to find love around. Make it with a little love.
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Missing you is losing some pixels from mind; life becomes less vibrant.
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Fly. See land from above. Wide, broad, one whole. Bird eye, one gift from heaven—
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A journey starts. A journey ends. A route is colourful when observed—
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A loving visit beyond time and space. Salaam. Universe answers.
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One by one one makes dream come true one way or another. Best wishes.
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Nothing is wasted; only goes through cycles and uses. Or don’t use.
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Written on this soul, your footsteps making sweet songs sung by the green birds.
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Hi morning, let’s dance. Tell tomorrow I’m happy to dance in all tunes.
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Travel light is fun,
With so little to carry.
Prancing deer,
Safe in the forest,
No tiger,
No bear,
Just green and breeze.
Travel full is peace,
With all so prepared.
Walking elephant,
Graceful in the desert,
No hyena,
No lion,
Just sun and breeze.
Let’s travel
With light heart,
Flying eagle,
Free in the high,
No storm,
No lightning,
Just blue and breeze.
Let’s travel
With full heart,
Humming alpaca,
Peaceful in the hill,
No distress,
No agitation,
Just earth and breeze.
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There is mother whom you were born by, biological mother. There is mother where you are part of a history, motherland.
Tanah airku Indonesia
Negeri elok amat kucinta
Tanah tumpah darahku yang mulia
Yang kupuja sepanjang masa
Tanah airku aman dan makmur
Pulau kelapa yang amat subur
Pulau melati pujaan bangsa
Sejak dulu kala
Melambai lambai
Nyiur di pantai
Berbisik bisik
Raja Kelana
Memuja pulau
Nan indah permai
Tanah Airku
Indonesia
Your eyes, Beloved
Drown me to a depth of soul
Where you hide nowhere.
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Another new year with another long weekend. Added holiday—
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There’s a prancing deer
To tiger forgetting fear.
A striped body’s near.
Luck! The dear has magic ears.
It dashes and disappears.
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It sways flexibly
In stormy days.
It grows calmly
In sunny days.
It roots perennially
In the meadow.
It sings;
It hums;
It mutes;
It sees;
It hears;
It touches;
It tastes;
It smells;
In silence
Perfectly.
It does well.
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Laughter is the breeze caressing the hair waving to the morning sun.
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A posting landed on my Instagram’s Home, it was Charlie Chaplin’s small details that are meaningful to me who love to laugh but often fail to make jokes. Most of my jokes are garing (crispy-dry, not funny; Bahasa Indonesia slang). 😁
Salaam.





Any day can be sweet with some setting on the tongue. Avoid chilli.
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No food for dinner, no food tapao (take away food, Singlish & Manglish) from office cafe…. So, I was thinking of buying food online.
Um…
I found some chicken in the freezer, a lot of herbs in the basket and coincidentally picked some blimbing wuluh from the condo’s public herb garden on my way home. So garang asem or chicken in herbal coconut milk was the best decision for (late) dinner. While ideally garang asem should be wrapped in banana leaf, it was not today in my kitchen. All was just my style…. 😘
So is there really fast food? To me fast food is whatever can be cooked from whatever in the storage with no rush. 30-45 minutes is almost the same with the length of delivery time for a bowl of pho or ramen or a plate of biryani or a box of Korean chicken or a package of Indonesian anything food.
And it was super freshly fragrant delicious chicken in herbal coconut milk in the universe! 😁
I love Javanese cuisine!
Thank you for today!
💕
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More pictures of blimbing wuluh




About garang asem
Pink roses in a vase welcome seven cold guests, turning them to smiles.
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Good morning, from where I am.
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Silence sits among storm, won’t sit in a temple. She’s been far away happy, leaving two love birds tweeting noisily.
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Some people don’t want happy ending for everyone but themselves and won’t stop communicating their hostility in any other way even when they know they have won the game. Oh! Perhaps they never know what victory is, they misunderstand it with justification.
Salaam…

Dear, day.
Do you know that I never stop waiting for you?
When my watch ticks a second,
My heart drips a note,
My pulse vibrates softly,
I know I am closer to you.
Dear, day.
Do you know that every part of you blesses me?
When morning breaks,
Noon flares,
Dusk fades to night,
I know the next you is waiting
For me.
Day oh day
Many I can’t understand,
Much I can’t decipher,
Little I can see,
Very few I can give
Yet I still hope
To meet you again.
Dear, day.
How I am blessed with family,
Gifted with friends,
Sufficed with this self,
You are still the one
Sung by this heart.
Sunday
Monday
Tuesday
Wednesday
Thursday
Friday
Saturday
All have been today
And never faded away.
I am blessed, day
With another you
In the best way.
And for you
I am grateful.
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This life is a library
Keeping all collections,
Reference to public,
Exclusive to a lover,
One lover.
The
Beloved—
Read,
Beloved
Any scrolls
In this library.
Read,
Lover
The diaries
In the secret dungeon.
Read,
Beloved
With naked eyes, or
With any glasses on the shelves.
Read,
Lover
Through letters and numbers,
Shapes and colours.
Read,
Beloved
This library is open
As long as you are awake.
Read,
Lover
Before you sleep
When I’ll be reading you through.
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About the photo
Free will? What is that? This breath is what you blow in to me to love you.
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Realising more and more that her life is free of free will; she needs causes and reasons to do anything she does even for her brain to think about what things to think of— there is a bond invisible and invincible.
She surrenders to the bond. 💝
Happy weekend.
Salaam.

In a bright corner she’s seen. The sun sends her light reflecting bright life.
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How many tastes can she experience in joy? 5 or 7?
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Realising that the best taste is not any of those 5 or 7; the best taste is only 1: to love. 😊
Days of love be like…










Friday, this bright light blinks to the eyes not stopping staring at the heart.
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