graphs of my Universe
Laughter is the breeze caressing the hair waving to the morning sun.
—
A posting landed on my Instagram’s Home, it was Charlie Chaplin’s small details that are meaningful to me who love to laugh but often fail to make jokes. Most of my jokes are garing (crispy-dry, not funny; Bahasa Indonesia slang). 😁
Salaam.
Which glass, Beloved?
The one that brings me to you
Enjoying the home—
—
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!
Gone in some seconds
It is folded between space.
Are you coming back?
—
My Instagram was suspended on Oct 31, 2022 (just several minutes ago). The message sent to me told me that I didn’t follow the community guidelines. What? What have I done? I don’t even show myself in not-even-sexy swimsuit which will be the most “porn” I can show public if I must! What other “unguided actions” could I do other than stalking some gorgeous people? 😢
Then I saw a lot of tweets in Twitter complained about the same thing.
Ahhh! Is it the end of Instagram? 😩 Please don’t send me back to Facebook, it is too showy to me.
And then Instagram apologized via Twitter.
And then it is now back with changed number of followers and following. Never mind, the # of posting is the same.
Thank you.
Aging, Beloved,
Counting blessings everyday—
Feeling challenging?
——————————————————————————————————
Sometimes a challenge or deadline is needed like fertiliser sprinkled on to the soil to trigger more chemical, biological, physical reactions from the root dancing in the ground to go deeper and healthier so that the tree grows even stronger and taller.
頑張りましょう！
Artist naturally, Exploring excitedly, Sharing publicly—
Naturally an artist, not a very talented though, always excited to explore and to share what’s made to those around me, I’ve limited sharing things to those I personally know to fully view at anytime.
I recently decided to share my humble works of art in another Instagram account to anyone liking to sightsee amateur artists scattered online.
Enjoy the @rasawarnanya
rike jokanan 
You must be logged in to post a comment.