graphs of my Universe
When heart is joyful,
It radiates through senses.
Deli from my heart—
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gudheg ayam ala Rike ♥️ — light and bright, my must-eat for all my family and friends visiting me
most of feedback: can you make it saltier 💕
tempe kemul aka blanketed tempe — yummy like in heaven!
today’s lunch box — leftover of gudheg ayam, rambutan and mini banana 💚
There are waves that breathe
Fanning the flame flickering
Eternally within.
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RC Gorman’s work of art
Coincidences,
Unexplained experience
In one fast crossroad
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‘M supposed to watch Coldplay in Japan with Vito, my nephew. We’d 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 didn’t happen. 💕
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 others’ dreams and those who have the dreams must let go off their dream to be walked on by others. That’s 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 — unexplainable except that I am blessed with all the problems and solutions 💕
Today’s a good day
To breathe what’s good and what’s not.
Tasting in balance—
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my friend in Ubud packed some ready-to-fry cassava — 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 —- “long time no see, let’s have some tea!”
(Changi Airport picture – Rain Vortex)
What’s hidden’s beauty
Admiring silently.
Reciprocity—
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getting off from bus #857, i saw something silently looking at me as saying “hey, sweet heart how was your day?”
it’s 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 😀
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
Evacuate. Now.
Hundreds of steps in the dim.
Sorry, false alarm.
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this morning I felt kind of alarmed; nervous at the same time energised because of alarm going off early morning in the hotel — fire warden in action; run run run! lucky enough I stayed on 11th floor, not the highest! 👍🏽
with other guests who were (I guessed) sleepy and not ready to show themselves up to the world
no need to dress up! I just grabbed my MacBook, iPhone and my sling bag, left other stuff less important (although important) — oh my! predictably I saw many were wearing “whatsoever as long as wearing things” 😝 tired as well as entertained 😂
in the assembly point waiting, waiting and waiting — false alarm
the hotel rep said “We are terribly sorry. It is a false alarm and all guests would you please go back to your room? We will arrange a compensation for you all affected. We once again apologise to you for the inconvenience caused. Sorry, Ma’am. Sorry, Sir….”
a love letter I found arriving in the room this evening 🙏🏼
Luxury, my love
What makes one feel fortunate,
Feel responsible.
Luxury, my love
Not brand, not price tag. It’s mind
Bursting new spirits.
Luxury, my love
You can bluff but you can’t trade
With a true spirit.
Luxury, my love
What you’ve failed, what you’ve too learnt
About the deep wounds.
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not the Aman Jiwo Hotel making it luxurious, it is Borobudur temple, Menoreh Hill and all the Javanese villages and tradition conserved as surrounding is the real luxury
This life’s well weathered
‘Tween hot and cold, calm and rushed.
There’s home to shelter.
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Indonesia Mosque in Bangkok — joining a short prayer
i went to a mosque then to a small shrine today before flight — feeling the humbleness of human beings begging for help from the One indescribable unseen unexplainable, the hope tiptoeing behind fear, the weakness of human beings facing our own nature
these folded lotus flowers are floating to weather after their duty as envelopes with which prayers are sent up above through billowing smoke of incense
now i have to pack to fly back home soon to see my mother hospitalised — certain days are just under the weather
wishing all my silent chants can be medicine for the woman who loves me to the moon and back
see very soon, Ibu
may all beings be happy
💕
When hunger invites,
Would you attend or fight back?
A game anyway—
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rambutan behind the green
spring rolls
Crowning black gets grey,
Surfing through tunnels of time.
There is no U-turn.
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long, black with some grey showing — excited to have this long hair to caress ♥️
Ayutthaya greets
A heart that sings a love song.
A wat witnesses.
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from 2010 to 2012 Thailand was my playground esp in the area of food processing , from 2013 up to now is for electronic mostly in Ayutthaya — Sala Ayutthaya is always my favourite here, thank you…. 😘
Trees dance in the wind,
Send love messages through leaves.
Colours of autumn—
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beautiful as my eyes claim 💕
Lessons are to learn
As books to read, air to breathe,
Life to put meaning.
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the Japanese wooden dolls in the reception of the language center where I learn Japanese lessons
— ありがとうございます 💕
The gift she receives
Is a seed growing so deep
Before high to sky.
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a birthday gift for myself
I am home
Welcomed
By a space
Waiting for its soul
To fill the gap
With emptiness.
I am home
Welcomed
By rose tea
Waiting to be brewed
To wake up the heart
With memories.
I am home
Welcomed
By another day
Waiting to be celebrated
To highlight meaning
With what is.
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I left 3 stems of red roses in the vase and arriving, I found them beautifully dried — a jug of rose tea is my first relaxing session
How sweet is your heart?
Warm as sun of the beach? Or
Cool as mountain breeze?
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coconut ice cream 💕 as sweet as warm heart, as cold as ignorance — the stick is made of sugarcane
Queueing clear glasses
Line up to contain liquid.
Freshening the hope.
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glasses
Salt and pepper tell
Taste needed or tongue craving.
It’s two to tango.
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salt and pepper
It’s salt and pepper
Seasoning life with some taste.
Spicing up the dreams—
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salt and pepper
Rested then proven,
This life gets detached through time
From what’s dead by rain.
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succulent, plant that teaches me how to survive with little water
These memories swim,
Gliding through the wind, soaring.
You are everywhere.
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planes of cloud swimming beneath the wings like memories that evolve to beautiful stories
A room that tells tale
Has hushed noise and busy mind.
Here comes the calm days.
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Wibisana, a room that offers calmness — Balinese home is always my favourite getaway
there are two decorative pictures of Dewi Saraswati over the bed and two paintings of Balinese ladies among flowers on both walls — this Puri is where my mind does rest
💕
Who is Wibisana? A knight who flees his country to pay the cost of his partiality to the higher purpose of peace on earth
Journey becomes light
When promise is fully paid.
The breeze flows sweetly.
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beautifully ready for melukat this morning to clean and clarify my life intension and for my dearest nephew ♥️ now his wish for melukat is fully paid — live happily in the other side, my dear 💕 and I have a good feeling that my life is on the right path with my heart losing no love
melukat in Tirtha Empul when it was still quiet this morning — no, I don’t like crowd 🙏🏼 don’t bring me to noisy parties!
Life is a grand stage,
Performance is its main course,
I am dining out.
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I am supposed to be in Ubud with my nephew who happened to pass away on Jul 30. So I do all the planned itinerary alone to keep my promise and to make him smile in heaven.
For you, Vito the fun witty kind artistic boy!
💕
a bridge over a lotus garden heading to Puri Saraswati Temple front yard where Janger Dance with Arjuna Tapa as part of performance is on every evening
lucky this evening I am sitting in a seat right in the middle of the front row — feeling lucky and blessed
start!
Arjuna in his meditation apparel (white)
buta, one of some seducers while Arjuna is meditating
the end
From a muddy jar
She emerges for the sun
To greet, kiss and hug.
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Mountain and ocean
Between which the heart resides
Call the soul for home.
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World will not tell her
How to slow. It just moves on
And counts each moment.
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back to back trips, luggage is all packed — 2 weeks then 1 week then 2 days
am I always ready to go? physically yes, but my soul still wants to linger in this plane
💕
rike jokanan 
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