That we have to dance
With beautiful souls that dance
Is sheer dance of life.
Dance, you who hope for the light;
These notes are jazzing for you.
ββ
the best from Jazz Gunung Bromo π
graphs of my Universe
That we have to dance
With beautiful souls that dance
Is sheer dance of life.
Dance, you who hope for the light;
These notes are jazzing for you.
ββ
the best from Jazz Gunung Bromo π
Night is jazzy
With sparkling stars
Among the mountains
Wipe the fog down the slope
To send melodies
Of a warm heart.
ββ

started at 4pm β many were not yet seated yet look at the tribune π

Ermy Kulit, our 80βs jazz queen

Margie Segers

red for Primavera

blue

2 hilarious MC

The Second Brain

so vibrant

Yura Yunita in white ππΌππΌππΌ
Morning
My only time
That can be broken
But not damaged
Day and night
My only time
That can be merry
Without celebration
Life
My only time
That can kindle hope
Sweeping hatred away
ββ

the red in the tip of east side π

old jeeps to climb up to 3 spots to see the daily sunrise, this one is the lowest spot

Mount Bromo and her neighbourhood in one bright morning

the other side of the sea of sand

vertically
Walking
Like mountains
Guarding the earth
Poking stars day and night
ββ

Mount Bromo, youβre magnificent β please bring up my love to my beloved π
Lifeβs full of wonders,
Giving awe at the right time
With blooming lotus.
ββ

sometimes snack from home tastes wonderful during traveling π thank you!
The water
Flowing
With singing ripples
The air
Flowing
With whistling whispers
The wrong
Flowing
With whirling apologies
The right
Flowing
With blessing forgiveness
The heart
Flowing
With reciting verses
The soul
Flowing
With chanting gratitudes
The music
Flowing
With dancing life
ββ

they bought it from amazon for me and keep it for my next visitβ my prayer is flowing with never-ending γγγγ¨γοΌ
What is said
Can be misunderstood.
What is shown
Can be misinterpreted.
What is written
Can be misled.
Only those who clarifies
Will be clear.
Relax.
ββ

sometimes you just want to relax whatever whoever thinks of you π βcoz only those who really clarify will understand β those who guess too much will lose so much π

the seats

the door

the aisle
I donβt fully know
You
But I know your secret
That Iβll keep forever
Even if Iβm unpaid.
A lovely secret about
You
And I learn myself through it
That Iβll only talk over
When it is legit.
What secret?
I wonβt tell.
I canβt tell.
Although
You smell.
ββ

many use different ways to keep things secret β one of them: flush it!
Caution, Beloved
Walking down the hill with care.
Climbing hasnβt ended.
ββ
going downstairs is oftentimes more risky than upstairs β my fatherβs last words to me before he died was ββ¦. be cautiousβ
I love a girl
Within
Who excites
About life.
She naively says
Whatever
That is bitter
Or sweet.
Sometimes it hurts
However
She is worth loving,
No pretender.
This lovely girl
Furthermore
Is a loyal companion
No doubt.
ββ
We might look weak to some; we might look strong to the others. We might never look good to many. Thatβs not important.
The most important thing is we know there is honest part of us who will poke our sight again and again to keep us on the right track.
Love yourself first. π
Salaam.
Abby is so gorgeously naive; every one of us has one within π donβt kill the child within π
It is until
Something pokes the very eyes
That eyes believe
Facts hurtfully bite.
The eyes that glowed
Are the same eyes weeping.
The lips that sweetly smiled
Are the same lips bitterly grinning.
This heart sings an elegy to itself,
A broken heart sinking.
The head that insisted
Is the same head accepting.
The feet that stayed
Are the same feet away walking.
The hands that clasped together
Are the same hands up surrendering.
The road that sprawled
Is the same with the dead end.
Life is a tragedy
For those who love while blind.
ββ
this girl is me when seeing a fact yet scared to accept the fact until seeing someone I trust seeing and accepting the fact β thatβs how love can make a person dumb π
naive is not so far away from stupid π i accept me as one of those
There is a home
That no one refuses
Through series of rejection.
There is a home
That many dream as grand and proud
Through sweats and tears.
There is a home
That all thank for
Through blessings and trials.
There is a home
That one gets shelters and hugs
Through age and moment.
There is a home
That one lives in
Alone and together.
ββ
Disclaimer: a ranting from a head full of dreams through 2 thumbs β please read responsibly, beware of jumping contexts, connect the dots carefully
ββ
There are 3 homes that a Javanese should build within her/his life time. Those 3 are raga, wisma, buana.
RAGA
Raga means body in Javanese language. It is one significant aspect as it is the materialisation of life that enables life to experience life. There are senses only when life is embodied in this plane. There are emotions only when life experiences in this plane. And that life is manifested in human being body is the next level of blessings that make life live to the fullest as human being is considered the highest level of creature whereby lowest to highest qualities gather.
There are three layers of raga according to Javanese tradition: physical body, mental body and spiritual body. Which is to be taken care of? All, no exception as three are making the home.
This is the first home that should be built by a human being. Connection to her/himself is the foundation. Contribution to life is the pillars and walls. Dedication and devotion is the roof. The rest is optional.
Connection to self: with all the needs for survival, acknowledgement, justification, compliments and other external alignment; human being tends to forget to talk to her/himself, thank to her/himself, listen to her/his true self. S/he ignores the self as long as s/he feels pride and externally justified. I donβt say it wrong; yet based on my own experience connecting to self through honest conversation with my own self is the only way to realise that this very body is the safest home.
Connection to my self is a needed foundation to have more genuine and stable contribution to life. Not easy but doableβ
Contribution to life: appreciate others, help others, support others, be genuinely kind, let go off othersβ negative impression about self β and the like. I used to bear all those as burden until finally I realised that proper connection to myself is a key to my contribution to life.
When I was younger, I protected my ego and pride as if others would snatch them away. When I was younger, I would not tolerate others who behave slightly different from what I expected. When I was younger, I would not show genuine affection to others as I was afraid they would misunderstand me β bloody hell as if I was a perfectly beautiful or truest creature on earth π
It has taken almost all my life to be genuinely kind even to my own self. It took me brutal honesty and judgment and rejection and humiliation and disrespect from my own self and from others. Yet I am ok.
It has taken and will continue taking time to bring my self to where βthe existence is as much as the non existenceβ. I will be patient with my self.
Dedication/devotion: complaining is one highest skill of many human beings where I am now living. I can say Iβve learnt this (new) skill here. Paradoxically I also learnt to be more sincere and to complain the least. The massive complaining vibe has taught me that the dedication to what we are doing regardless how hard it is is like polishing a stone to finally expose a gemstone in the core β I had verbally complained lesser and lesser until finally I can tame my self to not complain without and within.
I devote my life through what tasks assigned without thinking how much the contribution to life materially is as long as I know it is to enrich my and othersβ life. I will continue doing what I am doing until I cannot so what I am doing.
π
WISMA
Wisma means house or home.
Why wisma? Why not greha/grha (not graha)? Greha/grha refers to building, while wisma refers to both building and a place to rest.
So, wisma is a house that makes a Javanese being her/himself with those s/he commits to spend her/his true self in certain period of life time, to rest from all the outside world that might have degraded her/his being human. Whether the wisma is owned or rented, it is not a matter; the matter is it can give shelter and peace to the dwellersβ both should be guaranteed.
What about being homeless? While some travel from one place to another βto find her/himselfβ, a home is paramount for all Javanese to finally go home; and being homeless is not a preferred condition. For common Javanese homeless is an indicator of disconnection (from self and/or from family/community and/or from environment/universe).
It might be a culture that changes over time. Young people prefer buying other things first before buying home. It doesnβt matter, they perhaps find home in those.
ππΌ
BUANA
Buana is the world, the earth in particular as a nature.
When Elon Musk said he wanted to move to Mars, I could understand. This earth is probably not feeling home to him (and some people who know what is really happening to certain level of global situation) and so he needs to find a new home where life can be safer and more controllable.
The earth has been exploited and Iβve been part of it with my liking to clothing and paper books. The earth has been tortured and Iβve been part of it through the fossil fuel consumption and the craving of cheaper prices of almost everything.
What have I done to take care of this home? I can just do the least: using as least plastic as possible, keep my space clean and hygiene, use environmentally friendly products for primary stuff, eat organic food when possible, support animal welfare causes and plant more trees in my own garden.
Not so much I can do yet thatβs a commitment to love Mother Earth.
π
Yet I still feel dragged to be in those 3 homes. I feel like trudging with shackles around my ankles walking to where I am not feeling good and well appreciated. I am not yet prancing enjoying being home.
It doesnβt matter, I will be patient to this human side.
Happy weekend! Laundry is waiting π₯°
Salaam.

3 homes, 3 sources of freshness, 3 balancing points
All these are borrowed,
Iβll have to return all.
Let me borrow humbly,
So all wonβt make me fall.
So much has been blessed to,
So much has been given to,
So much has been here now for,
This life.
Itβs all what is,
And I accept.
I give up all struggles
To travel light.
Thank
You.
ββ
The Corrs
Baking that heals π

my productivity outside office π

not bad at all! π

with matcha as my cocoa is expired π

new yeast was not yet into my day, the doug didnβt rise as expected even after 3.5-hour rest π

two types of flour for one recipe

feeling better with baking β trying new yeast that Iβm not friendly with
Life is bitter sweet
For sense that is alive,
Willing and happy to taste
Whatever that is served.
Enjoy.
Life is full of tastes
From all directions
Enjoy.
Life is worth tasting
Until its completion.
ββ

enjoy! carbo pleaseβ¦.

healthful food is food from my own kitchen

bitter gourd with sweet chicken filling

green and fresh
Do what you want
Just donβt touch my thing,
Said I.
I moved your thing
But I didnβt take it,
Said wind.
Sometimes naked words
Are taken as a wrapped joke,
Said I.
No one said anything
As it is just a blowing wind
Missing me one day.
ββ

two days of sick leave and when i was back to work, my cats and boxed stone were re-arranged by heaven knows who
maybe my cats climbed up or jumped π

original arrangement π
Loosen up,
Beloved
Between sunrise
And sunset.
Breathe in,
Beloved
Inhaling love,
The colourless.
Halt here,
Beloved
Enjoying void
Thatβs alive.
Breathe out,
Beloved
Exhaling blessings,
The colourful.
ββ
AgnesMo reminds me that whatever season it is, donβt forget to insert a space to have fun β thanks, Agnes although my way is so much different from yours ππΌππΌππΌ
When I was a girl
I admired my motherβs beauty;
Being a juvenile,
I admired my sistersβ and girlfriendsβ;
When adult,
I admired my idolsβ;
Getting more mature,
I admired flowersβ;
All of which forgetting
The beauty in front of the mirror:
Now I admire no oneβs,
But I appreciate everyoneβs;
All through realising
The beauty reflected in the mirror.
ββ

beauty after beauty

beauty refreshed

tell your beautiful self βThank you!β
A home is a breath
Haled in and out, slow and deep
Kindling sparks within.
ββ
Home is a house that I build very slowly with deep thought. The amount of energy put there is a number one priority about my future β I even pause almost all my personal travel plans this year in order to totally focus on this project full completion.
Bless me, dear Life.
Thank you!
π
This is magnificent! So much money and thought must have been put to finally materialise this home. Very unique and serene! The β99 doorsβ must be symbolising the 99 attributes of God in Islam, the 99 names reflecting feminine and masculine qualities of God in the teaching. ππΌ
Do i wish to have this type of home? Javanese modern, yes but my home would be much smaller and humbler. ππΌ
The only resemblance of this one to my mini Javanese home is the wood that were bought from antique collectors, the greenery and the homey atmosphere. The rest is just two poles apart.
I am thankful to have a second home that shows the me in its character (my tiny home in Greater Jakarta is an industrial mass production that is definitely not me)
And I am charmed by the Javanese home belonging to Ms Farah.
Iβm high
Of thinking of
You that hums and chants
Nature of love
Spraying peace
Around my orbit.
Iβm high
Of rotating on my own self,
And revolving around
You.
ββ

not so high a stack but it took three hours to do so β yes, iβm slow Iron Woman π
Sunset,
When you greet,
You greet with messages
To see an end
As a start,
To see brightness
Wrapped in some dark,
To feel some doubt
As a protection.
Sunset,
Not long after you
I will sleep
To dream what I canβt achieve,
To release what I canβt detach,
To kiss my beloved,
To travel to where your sister
Sunrise gives back
All what rest.
ββ

todayβs beautiful sunset π

pretty wind chime from Bogyoke Market, Myanmar that has been light and sound reflector since 2018 β thank you for today!
I stand on a sheet of paper
Full of flying poems
That tell me
That life is just like
That.
I stand in front of a mirror
Full of dancing shadows
That tell me
That real is just like
That.
I stand across the bridge
Full of swimming hopes
That tell me
That memory is just like
That.
I stand on a piece of heart
Full of singing loves
That tell me
That dream is just like
That.
I stand next to a bucket
Full of listed completions
That tell me
That failure is just like
That.
I stand with myself
Full of cries and smiles
That tell me
That success is just like
That.
Be just right,
Not less,
Not more,
As life is just like
That.
ββ
I never wanted to visit Korea until one colleague sent me a photo of library near our office in Seoul. Today he reminded me again about the library and told me to go there soon as he is moving to another location soon and might need to travel long to bring me to the library.
But he also said βLibrary is just like that. The most important thing is its collection, not its building.β
βAnd the building is like in the photo? Just like that?β
βYes. It is just like that. Youβre still welcome to Korea though.β
βSure! Scheduled.β
ππΌ

thank you!
I first saw his works in Amsterdam and Paris in 2017 β stunning and extraordinary! So when βVan Gogh: The Immersive Experienceβ came to Singapore, I didnβt 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 Goghβs colours virtually projected to the walls by technology.
I am blessed to be there.
Thank you!
Salam.
π£
Evening awaits
Trippers who miss home. Hurry.
Go home happily.
ββ

good evening, commuters β go home happily π

never bored with this angle; whatever weather, whatever colour β i love to be home π
Written on a board
Dreams as deep as memoriesβ
Now is calling me.
ββ

i wish to write this in one ema for JLPT N5 π someday π£ yet i donβt want to lose my today, the best day i have every day π
In a bottle of perfume
You are the heart note.
In a cup of coffee
You are the acidity.
In a full course meal
You are the entree.
In a life of a human
You are the love.
ββ

stronger with YOU
My life is sugar cane
That I chew in summer day
Before singing.
My life is honeycomb
That I suck in rainy day
Before whistling.
My life is a bowl of ice cream
That I dig in on a quiet day
Before humming.
My life is sweetness of heart
That I choose
Before resting.
ββ

i wish to be back someday to enjoy it in summer π
Itβs one fun day out
When colours race with the light
Depicting good moods.
ββ

life is a gambling for those betting against it

β₯οΈ weekend well spent

π much to learn in silent colours

sunflowers β₯οΈ

what do you see?

Van Goghβs bedroom in the asylum

i brought this home together with some souvenirs π
While some think selfie as an indication of mental health issues (spectrum of narcissism, unhappy personality, having no friend and so on and so forth), I think it is the best indicator of self acceptance, self confidence, ability to enjoy aloneness, and ability to well capture any possible angles. I also see selfie as another kind of paintersβ self portraits.
I believe my opinion is not the right one but I prefer holding it with good will and positive pride. And so my Instagram account is a bin of selfie photos especially when I am in a trip β yet only those I have met physically are welcomed to befriend there. ππΌ
While some selfies are truly liked by my family and friends, some others are criticised mostly because of angles that (they said) make me look not pretty although what they said is never an issue for me. I know that life is not always of best expected (often not) and I truly love the way I have looked over time.
β₯οΈ
What makes me love selfie even more is that I can manipulate them using Apps; not changing my face to look beautiful (damn there is no need and possibility for that β I am as beautiful as I am) but using them as canvasses to play colours and light.

getting lost? selfie!

super tired? selfie!

loving the day? selfie!

not always happening but accepting what is is a daily goal to me β₯οΈ selfie!

trapped in a small space yet wanting to capture wide angle π selfie!
Power that is left
Tells outer layers of truth
That might not be true.
ββ
And it doesnβt matter as truth might have millions of layers depending on number of thoughts dissecting their stories.
Life is unlimited.
π

Okayama Castle – front view

Okayama Castle – back view

super fragrant flower in Karokuen Garden
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