graphs of my Universe
Feeling, Beloved
Wraps a soul in ecstacy,
A heart in jollies
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working from remote in Bali feels perfectly energetic to fully contribute to team ♥️ at the same time feels home
i need to renew my passport (changing it to e-passport) and so i can only do it in Indonesia — Bali it is
e-passport was done yesterday at ~3pm and now i continue working from this small Balinese bedroom until end of this week
Kindness, Beloved
A strand of gemstones glowing.
A gift for my love--
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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!
Among petit rain
Bright colours start a new day.
Beauty knows her way.
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orchids
A fan not, dear love
Takes away half of portion
Of adoration.
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no garnish, just 2 cabbage rolls for today’s night munching
my first cabbage rolls — not the best, i regretted of putting a can of tomato into it, should have been half of if
i am not a fan of tomato 😌
i still have 8 remaining in the freezer and will make it perfect next year 😍
Now here, Beloved
Is the best nowhere to go.
Breathing, close your eyes.
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gethuk sukun with grated palm sugar 💕 for today’s breakfast! long weekend will be full of home cooking and some fun now and here
happy long weekend fully home…. no no fully home, maybe biking or walking too
waking up hungry, i went to kitchen this morning; re-steam the sukun then put one big slice in the mortar
yesterday aunty cleaning service knocked my door and showed me a big sukun (breasfruit) saying “Ma’am, would you mind cutting this into 2, one for me and and for you” — she promised me to give some sukun harvested from a tree at the green swimming pool; of course i did it happily! thank you very much, Aunty! 💕
i loved to eat it steamed or fried back home — can i grow it in my backyard? 😍
About sukun
Have I not known, Love
A gathering of flowers?
White dots among green--
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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
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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
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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.
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ready to fly
There's no other word
Better than welcome and thanks
To visiting friends.
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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 💕
I'm late. I'm so late.
A date that I've given up,
A dinner I've skipped--
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beef rib soup for late dinner 😊
Nothing's better than
Getting comforted today
By freshness of life.
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fresh from the granite mortar — rujak buah for my today’s lunch! 😊
One best, Beloved
Not ranked number one but that
From problems not run--
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there’s always one best and this one is for today’s 😊 (sauté grated carrot, fried dried fish, seaweed)
home cooking is my favourite food
I'm old, Beloved.
Inch by inch closer to the gate
Of letting all go.
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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
A home, Beloved
Where kitchen's fun and alive,
Diningroom's smiling
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i’ve been living away from my parents since young age and before that i loved to cook for everyone in the family; i was not a best cook but my father loved most of what i made — now i realize why i prefer home cooking (both mine and my friends’) to the restaurant food — most home cooking is loaded with fresh ingredients, less additive substance and lots of sprinkles of love
my friends are visiting soon and i am thinking of cooking for them — excited! 💕
I'm flying back home
To weave a new home that's warm
And knows only you.
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Muraksara Nusantara — “Indonesia’s human beings” in Soetta Airport domestic arrival, in transit before Singapore
Yes, I know most of them thanks to their roles and professions in Indonesia — I respect most of them due to their integrity leaving me no doubt that human beings are created to inspire others positively, question some due to their fake impartiality whether their people or their “political promotor”
we Indonesian will never forget how these two men of two poles apart life principles fought for the birth of Indonesia that is formed from hundreds of sultanates and kingdoms — asked, I would vote Hatta first as a man of integrity for his loyalty and honesty, while Soekarno for his speech and bravery
Home, Beloved,
When all faces lining up
Remind me of you.
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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.
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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
How do you look, Love?
Are you as fierce as tigers?
Or as cute as cats?
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picture from Pinterest
selfie is a modern version of self portrait — we can be the best artist we’ve ever wanted and shown the world the best version of our interpretation of our appearance
I love selfie — it is a freedom to see myself, not always good yet that’s me 💕
i tried to paint a self portrait yet the result is sooo artistic that I can’t recognise my own self 😃 i have a friend who is painting not really nicely but able to capture the character of the subjects — i should practice more ♥️
I think one year is good enough to at least knowing how to capture the character, painting nicely is never my goal
goal: capture the tigerness in my catness and the vice versa ❣️😊
A home, Beloved,
Where orchids bloom silently
Giving a surprise.
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can you see a long spike there? how didn’t I see it before my trip? it should have been around for around 2-3 weeks 😍
a bud! 💕
The goodness welcomed
Is goodness prepared. No doubt.
Enjoy all goodness.
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they don’t allow guests to bring in durian and mangosteen to the room, yet they welcomed me with fruit incl mangosteen! I love buah manggis! 💕
You and I, my love
Are everywhere. Two extremes
Composing what’s one—
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everything is a pair to sum up union
we call it antonym
we call it opposite
we call it antithesis
but we also call it paradox
I want to call it separation that missed union
what would you call it?
This tongue is twisted
By taste and a language
For a little while.
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I’m having lunch now and remembering one lunch on my first day in Kyoto. Lovely!
appetiser — too lovely to eat up 😭
Yuba Sashimi (sea bream tuna) — 💕
clear soup made in an individual Dobin — no spoon is needed, you drink the soup with the lid
grilled Spanish Mackerel —- I could eat another one 💕
Yuba Oke (their specialty)
steamed tofu with vegetables — verrrry good!
rice, miso soup, pickles — still good but the least I liked 🤭
dessert – persimmon 💕💕💕
About Shozankaku Matsuyama
Life is falling leaves
Layered colours to decay.
Colourful beauty—
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my life is like a stack of ironed clothes: colourful!
household chores done for today 💕 ready for packing
It’s a dilemma
Between safety and beauty.
Each is a glory.
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falling leaves on a moss garden
red falling leaves are beautiful and I want to experience them again someday yet it is always hard choice to me — always a dilemma between beautiful autumn or short torture of itchy welts
I’m allergic to cold weather — after 1 week I’m getting bad skin rash and itch that won’t let me stop scratching crazily on the itchy part; my recent Kyoto was the worst so far
I should have had antihistamine with me so all the falling leaves and moss garden images wouldn’t have been shaken by my skin-scratching disco 😂
I still wish to be back someday 💕 not in an extension of biz trip, but a personal leave only 😍
You’re my melody
Dancing on the heart surface
Hurting me deeply.
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so cute I can’t eat it 😍 Sanrio’s My Melody
There’s a vibe within
Spreading a home everywhere.
Close yet so remote—
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most of my friends think I would always visit big cities with all the luxurious and sparkling night life when visiting Japan; yet they’re wrong as many of places I’ve visited are rural areas where no Hyatt, Shangri-La, and other big chains of hospitality brands are planted — I will usually stay in local hotels, meet humble kind genuine Japanese who don’t speak English and are willing to converse with my broken Japanese, listen to stories that impress me of how all human beings are basically struggle in life
not all Japanese are like the one I met some time ago whose rich life has formed one prouder and less kind than I thought one was 😌
feeling so blessed in a remote area in Gobo — let’s work wonder tomorrow, good people 🙏🏼
One talk to the self.
Alone among cheering crowd.
Peaceful in the noise—
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it was a beautiful night with myself among the crowd 💕
Red leaves falling off
Celebrate green through the wind.
A cycle of life—
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red leaves before falling off
rike jokanan 
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