Tag: haiku

Chosen

Learning, Poetic
Chosen, Beloved,
One yes after lots of no.
Where can I find one?

—

voted for president and legislation today in the Embassy of Republic of Indonesia – well done!

Pretty Beautiful

Learning, love, Poetic, Those People
You're pretty beautiful
Filling me with so much love
Through eyes that are closed.

—

both the dancers and the cute watcher are pretty beautiful –

Nicely Soaked

Learning, Map It!, Poetic, This Person
Nicely soaked in love
With flowing sweet intension
In a good morning

—

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

Learning, Poetic
Angel, Beloved
Wraps me with hundreds of wings,
Showers me with light.

—

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❣️

Feel

Learning, Map It!
Feeling, Beloved
Wraps a soul in ecstacy,
A heart in jollies

—

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

Learning, Poetic, Those People
Kindness, Beloved
A strand of gemstones glowing.
A gift for my love--

—

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!

A Fan Not

Learning, Poetic
A fan not, dear love
Takes away half of portion
Of adoration.

—

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

Learning, Poetic
Now here, Beloved
Is the best nowhere to go.
Breathing, close your eyes.

—

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

A Guest

Learning, Poetic
A guest, Beloved:
Someone enjoying your home
Then a warm farewell

—

it’ was either me or my friend the guest here; yet we both enjoyed today’s dinner so much

Sweet Setting

Learning
Leaving with no grudge
That giving an ugly setting
To this short story

—

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 💕

Friendly Visits

Learning, Poetic
There's no other word
Better than welcome and thanks
To visiting friends.

—

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 💕

One Best

Learning, Poetic
One best, Beloved
Not ranked number one but that
From problems not run--

—

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

Old

Learning, Poetic
I'm old, Beloved.
Inch by inch closer to the gate
Of letting all go.

—

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

Home

Learning, Poetic
A home, Beloved
Where kitchen's fun and alive,
Diningroom's smiling

—

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! 💕

Home

Learning
I'm flying back home
To weave a new home that's warm
And knows only you.

—-

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

Learning, Map It!, Poetic
Home, Beloved,
When all faces lining up
Remind me of you.

—-

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

Learning, Poetic, This Person
Purple is royal,
Then royal becomes too high.
Let white be ruling.

—-

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

Self Portrait

Learning, Poetic
How do you look, Love?
Are you as fierce as tigers?
Or as cute as cats?

—-

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 ❣️😊

Home

Learning, Poetic
A home, Beloved,
Where orchids bloom silently
Giving a surprise.

——

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! 💕

Welcomed

Learning, Poetic
The goodness welcomed
Is goodness prepared. No doubt.
Enjoy all goodness.

——

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! 💕

A Pair

Learning, Poetic
You and I, my love
Are everywhere. Two extremes
Composing what’s one—

——

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?

Farewell Party

Learning
Farewell party
Is tasting the best of mood
That is remembered.

——

lunch on my last day in Kyoto — a set of Japanese washoku 💕

I won’t be back for work in Japan anymore so I will be back next year in my personal trips; yay! 😍😍😍

About Aoi-Jaya

About washoku

Tongue Twisted

Learning, Poetic
This tongue is twisted
By taste and a language
For a little while.

——

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

Colourful

Learning
Life is falling leaves
Layered colours to decay.
Colourful beauty—

——

my life is like a stack of ironed clothes: colourful!

household chores done for today 💕 ready for packing

Dilemma

Learning, Poetic, This Person
It’s a dilemma
Between safety and beauty.
Each is a glory.

——

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 😍