Tag: journey

Good Morning, Edo

Learning

I am not a breakfast person yet I arrived in this city very early and needed a big start for my eyes and head. There is no bread with kaya or nasi lemak or fish soup or kwetiau here so….

Coffee, quite acidic to my spoiled stomach

Salad, much cabbage to contribute enough gas for the whole day

Potato wedge, much to keep me full until very late lunch later today

Tokyo, thanks for being kind to me although your railway system is never friendly to me. Taxi! 😊

Salaam.

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kopinya juara, so acidic that my stomach sang loudly 💕

milk with red bean and water — rubber stomach 😞

Hatred Was Love

Learning, Poetic
Hatred, Beloved
Never a choice; it is love—
Once got hurt then lost.

(haiku at lunch break)

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osho, the king in shogi (Japanese chess)

About shogi the Japanese chess

Land

Learning, Map It!, Poetic
A pair of strong wings
Bring me to a land of thoughts
Where hope shines the light.

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landed home after burying hope to grow with flowers and spreading love with billowing incense smoke

Lovely

Learning
You’re lovely
Like the songs in my heart.
Unluckily
You belong to another heart.
Verily
You’d thrown me to a new start.
Luckily
You didn’t break my hope apart.
Hopefully
My life again to bloom.
Undoubtedly
You feel ease in the room.

Life is rich and enriches,
Full of sad and happy surprises.

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one of my good friends is a handicrafter; this bag was just completed 2 days ago and delivered yesterday

my mother said “lovely”

“do you want it?”, said i

“is that ok if i take it?” she said

“why not, Ina can make a new one for me” said i.

i am happy to make my mother happy with a happy (unintentional) surprise 💕

11 in 23

Learning
11 in 23
Can’t say clearly more
About 2 numbers
That are in sequence: one, two, three;
That are prime: singly operated by one and itself.

Happy anniversary!

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I started writing diary when I was a six grader of elementary school. My golden years of diary writing was around 6 years in junior and senior high school — honest stories, mostly quoting people’s word verbatim, hand written beautifully, locked and un-shared.

WordPress is my diary, not as naked and straightforward as my younger diaries, yet all writings are genuine expressions about daily life wrapped in love language. Whatever the stories are, love is always the core and the cover.

Thanks, WordPress for being a place for me to sing my days with my own lyrics, rhymes and rhythms. I don’t like to be misunderstood yet I don’t mind being differently interpreted by different people — their misunderstanding is not a result of my creative process, it is the result of their own lack of clarity about their own inner journey.

In my life, in this WordPress, anywhere I am an open humble book but I am kept among reference collection.

11 years of being a reference collection in the library of everything. Yay!

More years to count!

took off from Multiply in 2007, landed in WordPress in 2012 — this journey is on

Dripping

Learning
This heart is leaking.
Droplets of love are dripping,
Fertilising life.

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About wedang uwuh

wedang uwuh, a favourite beverage in breezy night of Jogja

inside wedang uwuh

Lovely Friendship

Learning, Poetic
The spell of friendship
Is not F R I E N D S H I P.
To spell friendship
Is to put some magical words
To a bond
So it lasts forever
In love.

My friends put a spell on me.
I put a spell on them.
We put a spell on each other
To stay together
Gleaming like stars
In a cluster
Or in different ones blinking to each other.

How beautiful friendship is
When bonded with genuine drops
Of souls
And
Adorned with true colours
Of hearts.

How real friendship is
When soul and heart
Are sprinkled on to
A life that hopes
And loves.

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this book of friendship — no where to find in souvenir shop but found in the heart of friends

fun and true and real and genuine 💕 friendship with my beloved nephews

On A Rope

Learning
A rope might help
To travel to the other side,
Yet it might be not.
Being in the other side
Is not always wise
As a wise is
That that means
Decision for the right.
Right time
Right place
Right person
That might be
Not right:
Not always right amount
Not always right distance
Not always right calculation.
This rope is right
Only when it is about
Knowing that pulling or releasing
Are both hurting
Right where and when it is decided to.

this?

this one is wiser for now 💕

might not be the right one, yet being relaxed and easy is sometimes the right one for now — i just don’t want to think too much; wisdom is not always hard 💕

Remote & Intimate

Learning, life, love, Poetic
💕

work from remote in people’s thought

it is more than enough to have this in my work from remote to accompany my mother and….

…. to take off celebrating what good about life – one of them is he whose love to life is like cool water 😁 💕

Books To Breathe

Learning, Poetic, This Person, Those People
Have a seat, dear friends.
Breathe this home before our chat.
Leave the heat outside.
Pages of shapes and colours,
Tell them to bring their best selves.

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Coffee table books are good to make guests relaxed before longer chat with me and at the same time to lay foundation of the chat. Not all guests visit me to chill out; some do to ask for help that might make it difficult for them to start a convo, so some flash reading can help them break the ice and sometimes for the host to loop back to the ice breakers when strategising to refuse unreasonable requests. 😉

Just fyi, some people don’t easily give up “selling misery to get a buy-in”, so be softly tough; one exquisite coffee table book might not even work.

About coffee table books

coffee table books taking turn monthly to welcome my friends

this book contains reproduced masterpieces of world’s well-known painters; the characters in the original paintings are all replaced by cats

all reproductions are by Susan Herbert

thank you, Ma’am for your art! 🙏🏼

here is very few from a total of 140 illustrations

The Beguiling of Merlin — Edward Burne-Jones, 1872-7

A Couple — Pierre Auguste-Renoir c. 1868

The Milkmaid — Johannes Vermeer c. 1660

The Child’s Bath — Mary Bassat, 1893

this is originally not a coffee table book but i will make it one — currently reading it 👏🏼

always suitable anytime so it will be forever on the table accompanied by the monthly one — only women have this power 😊

Good Day

Learning, Poetic
Good day is good hope
Lining waiting for handling
By heart that sees light.
Dance, Beloved. Welcome the day.
The gate opens wide with smiles.

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the view from in front of my door; seeing the reservoir has always energised me 💕

even 2024 looks good from here 🙏🏼

Friends

Learning, life, Poetic
We fight
We peace
We laugh
We cry
We tease
We toast
We friend
We dance!
We grow
We flow
We age
We page!

What goes around
Comes around,
And friends
Are best to count.

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Some of my colleagues are very good friends of mine. We genuinely talk as friends outside of work term. They invite me for drinking without making me drink what they drink. We celebrate birthdays together and deeply share some ideas of how life is.

This and next weeks we meet for work and have good chances to meet almost every day after all back to back meetings. Lunch and dinner can be the best time to insert some teasing and sharing and blessing.

We are growing old but still excited of what we are doing at work.

Thanks for pur wonderful life celebration.

Salaam.

growing old and mature is a luxury; let’s enjoy it with true friends 💕

Light Steps

Learning
There are steps prancing
On a line between two worlds
Within and without.
Lotus shows celebration,
Mud purification.

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Twitter is getting louder and louder before election in Indonesia. Instagram is getting more and more showy with the holidays and parties coming.

I am happier not too much engaged with those two; Twitter is for me to keep abreast with political issues that help me make decision whom to vote in 2024 (I quit abstention this time after for the rest of my life) and Instagram is to tag and be tagged by family and friends. I am now even happier to have stopped stalking unnecessary accounts that made me scrolling and searching to gain nothing but sighs and shivers.

Only WordPress can hug me consistently warmly. Only WordPress can make me realise I have words to travel light, imagination to travel far, values and wisdom to travel with caution and good will to keep moving.

I am safe here.

💕

how warm and jazzy that place was; see you again, Jazz Gunung Bromo next year! I am happy to be part of your warmth and jazz! 🙏🏼

Heaven on Earth

Learning
Only by being true,
I find heaven.
They said it is after life,
Yet it is here now
Every time I see
Those who are true to me.

Good morning,
Real Heaven.

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good bye, dunia tipu-tipu forever 💕

Surprise

Learning, Those People
Surprisingly
Life throws one surprise
After another
Of all types
To me who is cushioned
Only by submission
And genuineness.
How generous
Life is!
How intriguing it is
At the same time!

Dear, Life.
I don’t want any other way to love
You.

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Life is full of astonishments to me. The most recent one was when I met the architect of my Jogja base home in Jazz Gunung Bromo without planning. I happened to know that she has been the bamboo stage designer of the annual jazz festival for the past 15 years! Yes, she is an architect cum bamboo artist.

We decided to ride a jeep together to see the sunrise the next morning before she returned to Jogja and I enjoyed my jazzy night.

A short fun meet up with a friend it became.

Thank you!

🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼

feeling so blessed to have met so many humble human beings in my life and it has made my life even more wonderful

Night

Learning, Poetic
Night is jazzy
With sparkling stars
Among the mountains
Wipe the fog down the slope
To send melodies
Of a warm heart.

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started at 4pm — many were not yet seated yet look at the tribune 😍

Ermy Kulit, our 80’s jazz queen

Margie Segers

red for Primavera

blue

2 hilarious MC

The Second Brain

so vibrant

Yura Yunita in white 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼

Morning

Learning, Poetic
Morning
My only time
That can be broken
But not damaged

Day and night
My only time
That can be merry
Without celebration

Life
My only time
That can kindle hope
Sweeping hatred away

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the red in the tip of east side 💕

old jeeps to climb up to 3 spots to see the daily sunrise, this one is the lowest spot

Mount Bromo and her neighbourhood in one bright morning

the other side of the sea of sand

vertically

Flowing

Learning, Poetic
The water
Flowing
With singing ripples

The air
Flowing
With whistling whispers

The wrong
Flowing
With whirling apologies

The right
Flowing
With blessing forgiveness

The heart
Flowing
With reciting verses

The soul
Flowing
With chanting gratitudes

The music
Flowing
With dancing life

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they bought it from amazon for me and keep it for my next visit— my prayer is flowing with never-ending ありがとう！

Relax

Learning, Poetic, This Person
What is said
Can be misunderstood.
What is shown
Can be misinterpreted.
What is written
Can be misled.

Only those who clarifies
Will be clear.

Relax.

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sometimes you just want to relax whatever whoever thinks of you 😊 ‘coz only those who really clarify will understand — those who guess too much will lose so much 😎

the seats

the door

the aisle

I’ll Keep It Secret

Learning, Poetic
I don’t fully know
You
But I know your secret
That I’ll keep forever
Even if I’m unpaid.

A lovely secret about
You
And I learn myself through it
That I’ll only talk over
When it is legit.

What secret?
I won’t tell.
I can’t tell.
Although
You smell.

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many use different ways to keep things secret — one of them: flush it!

Caution

Learning, Poetic, This Person
Caution, Beloved
Walking down the hill with care.
Climbing hasn’t ended.

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going downstairs is oftentimes more risky than upstairs — my father’s last words to me before he died was “…. be cautious”

Gorgeous

Learning, Poetic
I love a girl
Within
Who excites
About life.

She naively says
Whatever
That is bitter
Or sweet.

Sometimes it hurts
However
She is worth loving,
No pretender.

This lovely girl
Furthermore
Is a loyal companion
No doubt.

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We might look weak to some; we might look strong to the others. We might never look good to many. That’s not important.

The most important thing is we know there is honest part of us who will poke our sight again and again to keep us on the right track.

Love yourself first. 😀

Salaam.

Abby is so gorgeously naive; every one of us has one within 💕 don’t kill the child within 💕

Tragic Comedy of Blind Love

Learning
It is until
Something pokes the very eyes
That eyes believe
Facts hurtfully bite.

The eyes that glowed
Are the same eyes weeping.
The lips that sweetly smiled
Are the same lips bitterly grinning.

This heart sings an elegy to itself,
A broken heart sinking.
The head that insisted
Is the same head accepting.

The feet that stayed
Are the same feet away walking.
The hands that clasped together
Are the same hands up surrendering.

The road that sprawled
Is the same with the dead end.
Life is a tragedy
For those who love while blind.

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this girl is me when seeing a fact yet scared to accept the fact until seeing someone I trust seeing and accepting the fact — that’s how love can make a person dumb 😀

naive is not so far away from stupid 😝 i accept me as one of those

Borrowed Heaven

Learning, This Person
All these are borrowed,
I’ll have to return all.
Let me borrow humbly,
So all won’t make me fall.

So much has been blessed to,
So much has been given to,
So much has been here now for,
This life.

It’s all what is,
And I accept.
I give up all struggles
To travel light.

Thank
You.

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The Corrs

Bitter Sweet

Learning, Poetic
Life is bitter sweet
For sense that is alive,
Willing and happy to taste
Whatever that is served.

Enjoy.
Life is full of tastes
From all directions

Enjoy.
Life is worth tasting
Until its completion.

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enjoy! carbo please….

healthful food is food from my own kitchen

bitter gourd with sweet chicken filling

green and fresh