Red leaves falling off
Celebrate green through the wind.
A cycle of lifeβ
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red leaves before falling off
graphs of my Universe
Red leaves falling off
Celebrate green through the wind.
A cycle of lifeβ
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red leaves before falling off
Whatβs drying
Wonβt relive.
Itβs just flying
To meet a new home
Where soul sweetly greets,
Where heart warmly embraces.
I donβt want to mourn,
I close all doors,
I just want to doze off.
Thereβs no wish anymore.
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dreams flying with the drying heart

drying grass and itβs beautiful – Hakone, Japan
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 π

(affordable) sushi so far is only nice in Japan π

made one once and will make it again someday π
Fall is falling leaves.
They are reddened and gliding
To kiss the lover.
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autumn in Kyoto
If there is a space,
I wonβt fill it with a thing
But scents and colours
So itβs full but still roomy
For you to glow in my sky.
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photo of universe from Wikipedia
If someday the age counts no more;
I want to be remembered as
A girl who resides in an old soul,
A woman who cradles teenβs heart,
A foe who wins with no glories,
A friend who shares joy,
A sister who carries responsibilities,
A daughter who pays homage,
A human being who makes mistakes,
A nobody who learns lessons,
A fool who scavenges wisdom.
And thatβs what I will call
Alive.
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hidden grey hair and new spectacles made my day; finally giving up to progressive lenses after 4 years of denying that my eyes are not young anymore β enjoying a bowl of Vietnamese pho bo shot candid by a friend visiting from Jakarta β so blessed to be almost 50 with the heart of teen πππ
When heart is joyful,
It radiates through senses.
Deli from my heartβ
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gudheg ayam ala Rike β₯οΈ β light and bright, my must-eat for all my family and friends visiting me
most of feedback: can you make it saltier π

tempe kemul aka blanketed tempe β yummy like in heaven!

todayβs lunch box β leftover of gudheg ayam, rambutan and mini banana π
Through numbers I see
How happy human beings are
Zigzagging among their dreams,
Excusing to leave what is.
With numbers I hear
How flowing rivers are
Splashing over the rocks and debris,
Calming by the wind.
One number in this equation
Suddenly disappeared.
No. It faded away.
Ya. Getting confused.
Dear
Number,
Fade away.
Find your way.
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I love numbers, not necessarily through Math but playing with them feels like swimming in an ocean of never-ending possibilities β yet my favourite ones are still 1, 7 and 9 with no logical reasons at all
there is no reason to love you
yet there are ones to not fight for that love
Love youβ¦. Whoohoo!!! ππππ
Do you believe in prophesy
Where fog lingers down the hill
Leaving feet walk alone,
No light,
No eyesight,
No pathway seen,
Only heart listening
To the wind rustling
Flying leaves to
The North Star?
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This artwork by Ichwan Noor is named βBedhaya Kinjeng Wesiβ
Bedhaya: a Javanese sacred dance (usually composed by a king to be) performed by at least 9 female dancers or bigger odd numbers
Kinjeng: Javanese word for dragonfly
Wesi: Javanese word for iron
Kinjeng wesi (iron dragonfly) is a phrase that appeared in one Javanese prophesy telling that the area where Yogyakarta International Airport is now located is the area mentioned to be the nest of iron dragonflies
Do I believe? Not so much. Yet it is always entertaining to talk about what the old days predict about nowadays.
I donβt have so much expectation that Yogyakarta will be a busy tourist spot (I donβt want it to lose more and more genuineness and originality of culture and traditions) β yet I hope at least there will be more flights from and to Singapore in that new airport.
π
Youβre gorgeous
Yet beyond reach.
You ignore me
Even in one sweetest dream.
βWakey! Wakey!β
Every alarm clock screams wildly.
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one of my best friends innocently thought I am in a date with a handsome intelligent man β I wish to the moon and back to date someone ordinary like this Rege in warm clothes smiling subtly π₯Ήβ₯οΈπ
I am glad that my best friend for the first time didnβt know someone in the news! π

the Rege I wonβt prefer – party goer, glamorous dude, everyoneβs charmer π
Where is home?
It is where roses dry out
Silently on a table
With their colours and shapes.
Where is home?
It is also where roses grow
Peacefully in the garden
With their beauty and scent.
Where is home?
It is where roses are
Sincerely exist in life
With their space and time.
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left it on Oct 24 evening, will meet them again on Oct 30 morning in a home
π
If not because of
Love,
This soul wonβt soar,
This heart wonβt throb,
This head wonβt radiate,
These palms wonβt trust sensations.
If because of
Love all are alive,
And so
I fall in
Love
Every single
Day
With
You.
The same
You
Over and over
Again.
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falling in love is everyday whole year like butternut squash π
picture: RC Gormanβs work of art
There are waves that breathe
Fanning the flame flickering
Eternally within.
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RC Gormanβs work of art
Coincidences,
Unexplained experience
In one fast crossroad
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βM supposed to watch Coldplay in Japan with Vito, my nephew. Weβd 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 didnβt happen. π
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 othersβ dreams and those who have the dreams must let go off their dream to be walked on by others. Thatβs 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 β unexplainable except that I am blessed with all the problems and solutions π
Todayβs a good day
To breathe whatβs good and whatβs not.
Tasting in balanceβ
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my friend in Ubud packed some ready-to-fry cassava β 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 β- βlong time no see, letβs have some tea!β
(Changi Airport picture – Rain Vortex)
Sometimes it feels dizzy
To look things as presented
Then I flip upside down
Things are weird
You become so within reach.
Once the twig cracked and broke,
I fell down
And you were nowhere to find
Before talking
Without goodbye.
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iβm a fool
Pearls sliding down
The slope of this face
End in a clear lake
Reflecting a tiny shadow
Of my singing heart
About this journey
About the weak
About the unprotected
About the underprivileged
About those
Who are turned to a line of batteries
To charge a machine
Called
Greed.
Wet my cheeks,
Flood my heart,
Keep me clear
So I can see what is.
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choosing to spread smiles and to silently recite unchained melody of peace and love to those π the least I can do
my praying heart goes to those civilians especially those underprivileged, weak, unprotected, betrayed anywhere they are on Mother Earth
May all beings be happy. Free from suffering.
ππΌ
(picture from Pinterest)
I live here
On a wandering planet
Where sunflower grows
Looking up the sun
With no question
Until maturity arrives
And she will face only the east
Where hope rises.
Indeed.
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(picture from Pinterest)
Life is prancing in a rainy day.
Arrows of raindrops race sprinkling down.
Splashes of mud jump up to the boots.
Raincoat waves to the wind.
Rucksack, a pendulum on the back.
I donβt want to pretend.
It is cold.
It is dirty.
It is wet.
Yet I wave with my hair,
I celebrate with my head,
I dance with my body,
I prance in the weather.
Life is rain
Fertilising grass on this path,
Cooling down a hot day,
Washing off fear,
Disguising tears.
There is nothing like a rainy day
With which I prance all the way.
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it takes 48 years for me to finally realise that life has blessed me all the way
(picture from Pinterest)
Whatβs hiddenβs beauty
Admiring silently.
Reciprocityβ
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getting off from bus #857, i saw something silently looking at me as saying βhey, sweet heart how was your day?β

itβs this beauty!
A best gift, my love
Knowing you seeing my heart.
Do you know my heart?
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wooden comb is one best gift from myself to myself this year π
The tree sows thousands of seeds
That fly to all directions
And never return
Until the wind stands up
And calls.
Which seeds come back?
Any
That hear a mother
Beautifully sings with love
Humbly whispers with peace
About home
Full of
Love.
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this is how much beautifully humble my mother is β with that she has been highly respected by those surrounding her; I wonβt be as respected as she is yet I want to at least preserve some part of her humbleness π
I wish I was in carrickfergus
Where the castle looks out to sea.
I would swim over the deepest ocean
For my love to be with me.
But the sea is wide
And I can not swim over
Nor have I the wings to fly
I wish I had a handsome boatman,
To ferry me over, my love and I.
(part of the lyrics)
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Carrickfergus is a song that has charmed me with just some words in it and the flow of its music. Some words sound very old yet familiar to me, waking up something ancient in me that feels home.
Carrickfergus itself is a place in Ireland allegedly one of the oldest towns there. Iβve never wanted to visit the place although it is quite well known.
i have the cassette in which this song is in β yes, cassette that I bought back in 2002 π
Everything is centred.
My mother.
Everything is meaningful.
My mother.
Everything is wisdom.
My mother.
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she was meeting her doctor for medical review on her birthday today β she said her health and children are the best gift forever π

Ibu and me in Jabal Rahmah (Mount of Love), 2016 β wishing our love spread to everyone around us

a tumpeng by me for my mother, sent via WhatsApp π
Soak the self in love.
Treat the life with all blessings.
Every breath counts hope.
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these ingredients will be soaked in water for two days before applied to hair after shampoo
this time: rice + ginger + rosemary + pomelo rind
I flipped this body down
To see the world upside down
My first effort brought frown
Still I decided to go on
Iβm hanging my satchel
Iβm hanging my pole
Iβm taking all as it is
From behind the scroll
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this is my favourite photo of mine although I donβt look good at all: Iβm simply upside down with fun as how I see the world outside my work, trying to relax by seeing things from different perspectives and understanding othersβ esp those disagreeing with me β

to me most of the time caption is more important than picture and I always like to tease my friends with my caption and some usually cannot stop commenting although irrelevantly π
Even if
I love
You,
I wonβt chase
You.
I am a tiny dust,
They are giant stars.
I realise at last,
Their silence gives me scars.
I am a wandering centre
That spins peacefully,
In solitude
Giving blessings
From a distance
Until someday
They can feel what I feel,
They can see what I see,
They can hear what I hear,
They can taste what I taste,
They can touch what I touch,
They not be what I not be.
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still, centred yet wandering with the universe
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