Warm heart, Beloved, Where flowers bloom in hot day, Roots enjoy diving—
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I cooked cow heart for lunch. The taste of the heart was more special than before. Perhaps it was because I hadn’t eaten cow heart for more than 2 years. Or the heart was owned by a kind cow. 😂
The dish reminded me of a joke among my circle.
A: Why don’t you eat beef? B: How would you eat that whose eyes are so beautiful. They must have good heart! A: But why do you pork? B: &@$@?! Why don’t you eat pork? A: How would you eat that whose look is so cute like Ms Piggy. Their heart must be romantic!
Weekend is almost here! Let’s enjoy it with warm heart!
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don’t “eat your own heart”, eat cow’s 😎 home cooking isn’t always healthful but it’s always clean 😍
Guessing, Beloved, The least inaccurate points Of mangosteen seeds—
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lovely sweet manggis (mangosteen in English) – no child at my time disliked this fruit, to eat and to play guessing game – we children liked to go to Nasikah’s house to enjoy free mangosteens in harvest time 😍
how many seeds are inside? 5? 6? 6 of 1 big, 4 medium and 1 small!
inaccurate! it’s 5 of 1 big, 3 medium, 1 small! 😆
That’s what we call “tebak buah manggis”, guessing game to decide whether the number of sections at the bottom of the fruit accurately matches the number of seeds inside. Mostly matching, yet this time it is not! 😆 Life is sometimes unpredictable even with good database; anomaly is a rule whose patterns are not yet formulatableoops formulated by human beings — please excuse my English, I’m not a native. 🙃
Like someone we love. We thought they are 6, in fact they are 5.
Fair enough to say: seldom expect accuracy in estimation; better be sufficiently into the least inaccuracy so it won’t drop one down to abyss when finding inaccurate things. I’m trying to be wise as myself for myself about myself. 🥰
It is about me Myself, not about others. Jump. Spread these wings. Fly.
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one of the girls was (like) me in my high school choir 😝 it’s hilarious to remember how our teacher shouted “articulate well! articulate clearly! mouth wide open! breathe correctly! don’t laugh! sing!”😂😘😂
Payday, Beloved, Crossroads to 4 directions— 6 o’clock, good bye!
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Ah yes! I’ve been paid with how a group of people feel proud of achieving what they thought would never happen for my persistence and never-ending-annoying questions and reminders. I’ve been paid with sweet smiles for greeting the cleaning ladies and security guards and colleagues and neighbours. I’ve been paid with my family and friends’ laughter for the jokes that were not even funny. I’ve been paid with my colleagues’ flooding emoji for my “drunken” fingers sending auto-correct silliness. I’ve been paid by many many of those I’ve never thought of making me so light hearted more than dollars and cents.
Hey! Don’t get me wrong! I’ve also been paid with bitter rejections and secret smirks for what I did wrongLY and/or I did inappropriateLY.
And hey! I’ve also been actually paid with wages and benefits for working in a company.
Everything is worth paying and everyday is a payday.
Never look back to what was wrongly spent, that’s my payday commitment!
Ah how I love my payday!
Of course! Who’s not?
May all beings be happy.
the best day is always today when life is at its best — believe me I’m not always right 😂
Good words, Beloved, Postcard sent in holiday Showing what one’s seen.
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My mother’s question after saying hello at lunch time is always “What did you cook today?” And she’ll say “Delicious!” when I send the food picture although she might say differently when tasting it. Both are happy, and that’s the most important thing.
Root of a tree Who grows in in the dark, Breathes with the creepy crawly, Sleeps in none of seasons. Silently grateful for What’s not understood.
Cartilage of a human body Who is not hard enough to be bone, Not soft enough to be muscle, Comfortably sits in between, Catches messages delivered By whisper, breeze and wind.
Jasmine sambac of the garden Who is humbly tiny, clustering; Blooms the whole year, Leaves much fragrance to the day, Deep meaning to celebration Before she dries brown.
Helium of the sun Light, low, odourless, tasteless, insipid— It’s peaceful to be low profile, It’s more joyful and freer, It’s easier to be me, Closer to Gaia.
Yet no secret bandit among The rascals in the block!
What?!
What what?! Don’t ask. I can be anything But You.
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Rainy weekend is good especially when just have to shortly reply “Ok!” to a message saying “Heavy rain. Impossible to bike. Rain check ya.”
Idyll, Beloved, Found in rural area; Hidden heritage—
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Saw a package in front of my door today. It had been there for several days as instructed to the courier while I was away for a biz trip. Three pieces of jarik batik (long fabric with traditional batik patterns) from Yogyakarta were delivered safe and sound.
Idyllic gift for myself for the hard work in the past one year. Thank you, dear self! 💕
💕 thank you
this handmade batik was crafted by Mbah Suhir, a 93 year old batik maker – truntum background with sido asih (combination of 2 classic patterns) – I’m blessed!
Truntum (depiction of thousands of jasmine flowers) symbolises life under divine guidance and peaceful life fragrant like jasmine. Sido asih symbolises living in love and compassion.
210*120 cm – shorter jarik is for male as he won’t put any pleats when wearing it
the one-sided black “sido asih” handmade by another senior batik maker (still trying to find her name) – I’ll keep this beauty with love 🥰
250*105 cm, classic batik – longer jarik is for female as she will make some pleats at one end of the cloth to beautify the lower apparel
While sido asih pattern bears common symbols everywhere in Java island, the color and the strokes show its place of origin. Black and thin lining is originated from Solo, white and bold lining is originated from Yogyakarta.
“nitik cakar ayam” two-sided classic batik handmade by Ibu Suminah (80 years old batik maker) 🥰
Nitik (literally means making dots/points) is an original batik pattern in Bantul district, Yogyakarta. Nitik “cakar ayam” (literally means chicken claw) symbolises someone who is good at providing good life for his/her family (hard working, prosper and wise).
Two-sided batik is such a luxury to have in modern day. It doesn’t always show the price; but it is more about the maker has to block both sides of the fabric and it doubles the time of craftsmanship. Most batik is one-sided nowadays.
Can’t wait to directly thank the batik makers for their love to Javanese culture.
Matur sembah nuwun, Mbah. Mugi penjenengan dipunbarokahi dyaning Gusti Allah Kang Maha Agung. 🙏🏼💕
A bridge, Beloved, Transitioning melody Between two islands—
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It takes logical thinking to bridge the gaps — where she is, where she wants to be. And, honesty is the right logic to know how to get from one state to another.
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Can anyone be dishonest to one’s self? Yes? How long? Long enough to sink before reaching the destination.
May all beings be happy.
Penang’s second bridge (Sultan Abdul Halim Muadzam Shah Bridge) – shortest way from Pulau Pinang to Batu Kawan
Playground, Beloved, Where crickets find the shelters, Light heart run around—
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Back to my playground — am I the crickets hiding from the stomping feet of the children playing? Or the the light-hearted children stomping their feet around?
Comfort comes in different ways to different people.
May all beings be happy.
Pulau Jerejak, a name in the bucket list forever and never getting approval for a visit from anyone meeting me in Malaysia — I’m sometimes a cricket in this playground 🤓
Prime time, Beloved, The best time to bloom or dry. Not her decision—
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David and Goliath were enough lesson to learn that prime time isn’t always at one’s physical prime.
May all beings be happy
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lost one bud because of the wind in the prime time 🥰her prime time is to tell the world that there is a phase called “early departure” 🥰her prime time is when Mother Nature called her to appear when her friend dried out 🥰
Middle sphere burns up Rocks and debris falling fast. Beautiful hazards—
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Wisdom seeds start as human’s observation evaluated then get compiled as natural science then grow as knowledge then ripen as insight before finally be harvested as fruit called wisdom.
If she misses the points of natural phenomenon, she misses the point about her own self. And that’s almost everyday, missing many many points.
Read! Wisdom is scripted everywhere. Laugh! Her reading though is not always right. 😊
My beloved said You need pens, I give you trees. You need ink, I give you oceans. Write love poems with love Until you run out of paper.
I said I need much paper I want as much as I want My love poems are trillions and more.
My beloved said I won’t let you write forever The last paper is not for you It is for me to invite poets for a party Where a special spread is ready.
I asked How much paper will I get Will you give me as much as I want Will you let me write trillions of love poems?
My beloved said Write as much as you want I’ll give you as much as you write You’ll get your paper for your trillions As long as they’re yours.
My beloved said Be dignified, write your own poems, As the spread will be only for those Not claiming from others’ names.
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big lunch, mini spread for my hard work today – my parents’ message about how to enjoy luxury of life: be dignified to “eat” what you’ve worked and share with love 🙏🏼
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