There are two children
Living in one life, playing,
Generating joy.
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never want to lose the child within β theyβre the source of joy! π
graphs of my Universe
There are two children
Living in one life, playing,
Generating joy.
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never want to lose the child within β theyβre the source of joy! π
Bed of tulips bloom
Under Aprilβs sun. They smile
Through linen canvas.
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The sun rises, sets
At two ends to tell the time
To the open eyes.
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I always become guilty when my nieces say they want to be like me after breaking up romantically. They might think being single is the best choice in that situation, which is true yet nothing is permanent. Donβt be too sure about what you think, thatβs what I always tell those young ladies.
The wedding of my niece recently was truly one miracle to witness after so long she thought she would not trust marriage institution. She finally trusts a man, a lucky one as much as my niece is lucky to be married by that funny guy! π
Behind the wedding scene one of my nieces approached me and asked me questions and here is the interestingly funny abridged conversation.
N: Auntie, you still hope to get married?
Me: You?
N: You know what happened. I believe mother told you. She said to me you disagreed with my decision.
Me: Of course. You are young. No reason to not getting married.
N: You? Tell me.
Me: I am slightly different.
N: Old?
Me: Yes.
N: Are you abnormal?
Me: Like what?
N: Homosexual.
Me: No.
N: You hate men?
Me: No
N: You are afraid of being poor?
Me: I am not. But I wonβt want to be poor.
N: So what makes you single for so long?
Me: The same as you.
N: Trust?
Me: Yes.
N: Do you think I can get my trust back faster than you?
Me: Yes. Look at Dan. It took her only some years to finally getting married.
N: I hope I can.
Me: When you still talk about hope, it means you will get it.
N: But I hope you get married first before I do. Pleaseβ¦
Me: I hopeβ¦.
N: (she smiled and went to fetch some snack)
Sometimes youβve gotta show your beloved how much hope you have to make them keep hoping for the best. To me although I have to pretendβ¦. π
N: (she got back with some snack on a plate) Do you really hope? Itβs been 16 years!
Me: π
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Waiting for you, Love.
Each day, extra affection.
What a devotion.
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I said to angels
Near me,βTell my love thereβs love
In your flapping wingsβ.
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I was about to send some pictures containing angel numbers (twin/repeated numbers) to a friend who has been in love with especially 333, 3333, 33333 and all the repeated angel number 3 when realising that that friend was not in the list. Where was she? Maybe she unfollowed me? But why?
When checking in other friendsβ lists this person was not there either, both in follower and following ones. Ahhh! Maybe she was deactivating herself?
As I donβt have her mobile number, I checked it with her best friend and he said βYes, she has done it now and then. You donβt realise sometimes your list shortens? It might be her.β
Ahhh! Ok, okβ¦. π
Sheβs not lucky. The photos with her angel number are now for you all. ππΌ
Salaam.


Lessons? Things unknown,
Still unknown, maybe wonβt be,
Solved with acceptanceβ
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Oftentimes people make the biggest mistake because they are young, because they are stupid or because they are not clear of what they aim at in life. At least that is what my core circle has agreed.
Many people reject to go for health check earlier only to find that they have really bad health problems too late to manage through life style changeβ too old or too weak and can only be managed through surgery and/or medication. This happens a lot around me. They would say βI am ok. I am healthy. No symptoms. It is just light headache. It is just small numb. It is just light coughing. It will get better soon. Blahblahblah.β And boom! Big troubles come (almost) late!
Do health check without waiting for intense symptoms. Donβt underestimate a pinch as it can be a punch.
Many people think buying property can be done at later age. They prefer buying cars, branded stuff, etc for the sake of high prestige. They would say βI want to enjoy my single life. I still can live with my parents. Why so hurry? My spouse will buy it for me later. Blahblablah.β And boom! Property price soars high in just some years and those branded stuff investment canβt cover the desired property.
Prioritise property (although at the same time some fancy stuff canβt wait). Of course this is not applicable to the haves who can buy whatever they want.
Certain people overshare for the sake of feeling guilty and trying to explain excessively. I am one of themβ once tried to explain why and why just because I was afraid of being judged. And so I shared something that I promised to myself would keep it for VVIP circle of mine. And boom! The humiliation and disrespect that came back to me has made me feel like a biggest moron and worthless in the universe. It is taking time to accept the total stupidity about (blind) love.
Donβt overthink. Donβt overshare even with someone that you love the most if there is no clear foundation.
Aaaahhh!
Life is a school whose next classes can only be entered through a bunch of lessons learnt because of failures and wrong doings which look unforgivable but actually truly forgivable. π
There is no right or wrong. What is there is only acceptance and lessons learnt.
Salaam.
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A window shows some
Whatβs in both sides with freshness
Hidden by curtains.
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Letβs refresh. Refresh. Refresh.
Salaam.






One by one they fall,
Petals decompose to soil,
Fertilising lifeβ
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Fly, leaf with the wind
Pushing you to where you go
For joy and safety.
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Time is a fortress
Protecting from memories
Of love that once bloomed.
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The rain is so sharp
It tears umbrella and skin,
Blinding soul with light.
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Cloudy dayβs hotter.
It keeps heat float on the soil,
inviting grand rain.
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Colours, hues, shades, tints
In a garden strike the eyes
Wandering within.
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I am on an emergency short leave to visit my mother as my mother is sick. A sister called saying βshe doesnβt want to eatβ, βshe canβt sleep wellβ, βshe doesnβt want to visit her doctorβ, βshe thinks it is her timeβ, blahblahblahβ¦. Alamak! Although sometimes we think she can be a drama queen, we start to think seriously when she canβt sleep well.
The second day of my visit she already watered her plants that line along my sisterβs narrow garden. She sang along while walking in her house. She ate one big chunk of fast foodβs fried chicken that my nephews insisted taken away for her. She has been back to her nature after meeting her children and grandchildren whom she missed who are now laughing with her at every breakfast, lunch and dinner time.
This morning she happily greeted the newspaper lady delivering her favourite βJawa Posβ, the lady said βgood morning, Ibu, you look radiant againβ. She also had a short chat with her front neighbour about rain, cats and plants.
I think sometimes you just need to meet someone to be healthy. π
Yesterday morning I joined her watering the plants and took pictures of some of the blooms that have always made us all smile.
Salaam.







What can a gift do?
Dance in the heart of friendship,
Rest in the friendsβ soulβ
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Kinokuniya has much bigger collection than the bookstore in Changi airport; yet the books I buy for my friends are all from this airport. Is it because my search of books wanted by friends is always ready here? Or is it impulse buying? π
It doesnβt matter which one as long as it is for a good friend.
Salaam.

Sufficiently servedβ
Each season presents a gift
That is grateful for.
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Floating and flowing
As is. Stones and whirls push her
To the sea of love.
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Rain is beautiful. Its drops slip between her hair, washing off sadness.
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Rice is cooked to be rice. Itβs the same name, yet not the same. Raw then cookedβ
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Not under the bed, itβs what sheβs slept with since she was a cute baby.
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Remembrance about the beloved is river flowing to the sea.
Feathers fall off from the wings of flying-high birds. Dreams ready to catchβ
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This heart sings. Its notes witness through pitch and tempo. Genres of the soulβ
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Green everywhere accompanies traveler on the way to a gate.
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The day is aglow, as radiant as garden with colourful grows.
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With green as backgroundβ¦.





The wind flies dry leaves to where travelβs light and memoryβs full. Well doneβ
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All have right to live, yet some by greedily eating up others. Sigh.
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Whatβs brokenβs broken until connected again. Never be the sameβ
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Thereβs always a home for a wanderer. Sweet homeβ Sweeter than sugar.
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Keeping afloat, buoyant freely swaying playing the waves in the skyβ
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Curated sources of knowledge is a vast deep ocean to dive in.
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A few from Topkapi Palace




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