A house stays
Where it is built.
A home wanders
Where the heart feels good.
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graphs of my Universe
A house stays
Where it is built.
A home wanders
Where the heart feels good.
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One by one they fall,
Petals decompose to soil,
Fertilising life—
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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 “she doesn’t want to eat”, “she can’t sleep well”, “she doesn’t want to visit her doctor”, “she thinks it is her time”, blahblahblah…. Alamak! Although sometimes we think she can be a drama queen, we start to think seriously when she can’t sleep well.
The second day of my visit she already watered her plants that line along my sister’s narrow garden. She sang along while walking in her house. She ate one big chunk of fast food’s 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 “Jawa Pos”, the lady said “good morning, Ibu, you look radiant again”. 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. 💗
Yesterday morning I joined her watering the plants and took pictures of some of the blooms that have always made us all smile.
Salaam.
All have right to live, yet some by greedily eating up others. Sigh.
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There’s always a home for a wanderer. Sweet home— Sweeter than sugar.
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Your eyes, Beloved
Drown me to a depth of soul
Where you hide nowhere.
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A bird builds a nest in what its mother describes a home. Protection—
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No one is truly detached from one’s root and that is a foundation that should not be shaken. Foundation is the last and foremost protecting part of a building. When others try to shake adult mature’s foundation principles, they are sooner or later surely destroying a construction that has been built carefully and systematically through parenting, education and culture especially in early age.
Still want to change your friends to be like what you want them to be? It is either killing them inside or killing you inside. Worse is both don’t realise that the other is dying or dead inside; even think there is a good change considered “a success to educate (wrong) friends”. Ah….! Illusion.
Solution? Eh? How would you treat a beautiful gift given to you? Don’t try changing others’ foundation principles. Instead accompany them grow to their best version as they are.
And for those not even appreciating their own or others’ roots: congratulations, you are doomed. Oops! I mean it takes longer time for you to reach true goals. 😁
Salaam.
💝
Get home, sweetly smile seeing beauty greets softly. How are you, my love?
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She travels with all galaxies and intentions to find a home. Sweet.
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Home is
Where an equation is done.
X factor is found,
Balance is placed,
Abundance is defined
Although life is never perfect.
Home is
Where the most important things gather.
Love is respected.
Respect is loved.
Priority is defined
Although life will never be perfect.
Home is
Where a painting is displayed.
Colours are combined,
Shapes are drawn.
Beauty is defined
And imperfect life is accepted.
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You are a music
Played by the breeze to my ears,
Whispering a home.
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Which glass, Beloved?
The one that brings me to you
Enjoying the home—
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In a call with a best friend just now I complained about the madness Twitter has brought to me. She didn’t say sweet words because she knew I didn’t need them. She preached me instead. 🙃
BF: Hey! You quit Twitter earlier with a good reason. You are back for a good reason. I know you support freedom of speech but for dumbass Twitter is to express hatred and stupidity— to throw up and to shit. Twitter is where the smart brave excel because of their endurance, the smart timid like us should only observe or have fun to survive and the stupid idiot wander around like hungry hyenas collaborating behind the screen destroying humanity. If you can’t take it, quit for the second time. Blah blah blah
BF: Or, go back to Facebook where some friends scrutinise whatever we do and give us sugar-coated words while laughing behind us or even stabbing in the back. Or, be busier in Instagram where people show their lavish life that might be fake; and where people especially you happily stalked your crush ha ha ha. Blah blah blah….
I have to agree with her though. WordPress is a home, serene and comfortable to stay warm and sane. Twitter is a market, busy and crowded but is worth visiting regularly. Instagram is a photo studio that should be visited only once in a while.
Me: Ya, ya…. Blog sites are still a home for me. I need Twitter to read some news, it’s like going shopping.
BF: Let’s go shopping again. We don’t need to look smart to go shopping. Just a bit of curiosity and bargaining position. I saw Fau follows you.
Me: Ya. I found her in one G20 tweet. Escaping from Facebook. She really suits Twitter the most.
Time for lunch!
There’s only one way to leave a forest: its edge. Throw away the doubt.
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Off days on the move
Between cities, finding me
Missing one city—
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This evening we sat down in a cafe which is never my favourite to do. A new friend said “Singapore is the least favourite city of mine.” and I didn’t mind. Yet suddenly something knocked on my heart; it triggered me to miss a home.
The orchids that greet me with no complaint. The books that wait for me patiently. The laundry that stand by until I let them sit nicely in the cupboard. The floor that shines after some mopping. The air that hugs me through rain and shine. The warm feeling of safety and security.
How I miss myself in a home which I officially call a home. A weird feeling about Singapore that is truly now to me a home.
See you soon, my humble abode. 💝
Salaam.
If a photo album is a figure of speech, below is pars pro toto. Yet figure of speech accuracy is based on the writer’s level of expertise.
The green yard behind
Is where greets and smiles soft-land
On the plate and glass.
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Wondered about home.
Has wandered finding a home.
She’s learnt she’s a home.
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Feel good is feel home wherever she is.
Just in case my kitchen is resting, here is a list of Javanese heaven on earth for my hungry stomach.
💝
GUDEG
SOTO
SATE
AYAM
BEBEK
GADO2/PECEL/LONTONG
BAKSO/PEMPEK
And many more….❤
Good chirp of two birds
Fill the air with random songs
Above golden trees.
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Time flies when we spend it with those we love. How would I not thank this life for giving me abundance of them? Good to have a holiday at home before spending more holidays outdoor faraway from them after this. 💝
I am blessed. 💝
Sweet smile always blooms
To season and deck each day.
Keep it, don’t waste it.
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