graphs of my Universe
Living is breathing.
A quest of in and out air
To define meaning
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breathing day for some of my beautiful batik, the Javanese exhibition of wisdom
One of treatments to handmade batik is letting them breath or in Javanese language we call it “angin-angin” that is literally “wind-wind” — hanging batik clothes in fresh air, not directly under the sun to let them be in contact with air to decrease the humidity.
Enjoy your breathing.
❣️
Super life, dear love
Celebrating all senses,
Diving to the deep--
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gulai jantung pisang & tempe
in process
jantung pisang 💕 the potential of super life, banana tree — banana tree will naturally die after it gives fruit!
In between breathing
There's a space to insert time
That means forever.
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nikujaga is a favourite for guests visiting me but they consider it snack in between meals as it is too sweet for them to enjoy with rice; for me it is good to cook: simple and fast
today’s lunch and dinner 😍 the meat isn’t the best as the slicing is too thick — it’s still ok
There's a time, my dear
You cherish with sweet breathing.
Winning against self--
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i used to be very harsh to myself until 2019 when two doctors made me realise that taking care of my body is as important as taking care of my spirit and mental
i started expressing myself more freely and genuinely, less drama, no excuse to stop me from being calm and confident, accepting me the way me is, unlearning old knowledge, learning new knowledge, opening my heart to all possible layers of truth and beauty
now i believe i am one of this world champions seeing how well i coped with my own self until i can feel so comfortable again back to my me
…. now i won’t let those playing around with me for their own fun in to my life as my life is not only a span of fun free time yet it is a span of fun dedicating time
thank you all for being you even with just a brief existence here now in this short journey
💕
Chosen, Beloved,
One yes after lots of no.
Where can I find one?
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voted for president and legislation today in the Embassy of Republic of Indonesia – well done!
You're pretty beautiful
Filling me with so much love
Through eyes that are closed.
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both the dancers and the cute watcher are pretty beautiful –
Nicely soaked in love
With flowing sweet intension
In a good morning
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soaked in water in this Bali morning (7am) – a standing phone helped capture a moment nicely ♥️
jineng that becomes a gazebo at the pool; jineng is originally Balinese rice storage house
Angel, Beloved
Wraps me with hundreds of wings,
Showers me with light.
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Angel Moon and Chris under confetti
Chris, Angel Moon and the person behind her
both pictures sent by a friend watching Coldplay from Rajamangala National Stadium, Bangkok – thank you❣️
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?
rike jokanan 
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