Tag: life

A Lab That Recognises Other Labs (ranting)

life, This Person
A lab, Beloved
Is it closed on a Sunday?
I'd like to meet you.

This life to me is a laboratory in which I do my jobs to become. Every day is a new expression, experiment, finding, disclosure, on and on. My senses are the doors with which all the consumables, samples and specimens that sometimes line up nicely on the racks of my labs, or sometimes just fall down on the floors as a bulk, or sometimes disappear before even being touched or registered.

How do I feel in a lab?

That’s not the right question. It should be how do I feel as a lab?

It’s so fun to catch everything flying like dusts through my senses: messy messages, unfiltered algorithms, layered truths, disguised symbols, weak signals, etc…. They started approaching me as disturbances in my early tenure in the lab, until finally I realized that I’ve been a lab prepared & grown with high technology named “human being”—that was when they started becoming the witnessed, the witness, the evidences and the proofs that days in life are chains of processes whose miracles are blinking as information, data, insight and wisdom on and on and on. I thought information to data to insight to wisdom was a rigid line; then again this lab strangled me with reality that with my simple observation and questioning, even a wisdom could have beeen an info or data. 

The way I’ve made hypothesis has educated me with “smart guess” when direct answers are on the way. The predictions loyally accompany me on the way of experimentation in which by times I have to let go a lot of variables after trial and error with which I keep everything else exactly the same; letting go off variable is truly big leaps in my lab—teaching me that nothing can live forever even when I stay loyal to it.

If I have a database built in, probably the data in my lab can connect to the akashic records in which everyone else’s akashic ribbons intertwined or at least touch lightly with each other. That explains why sometimes our analysis is similar or even exactly the same even when we don’t know each other—my lab database recognizes other human being’s lab database obviously.

Life is never about conclusion although in the lab I have made a lot of conclusions and put them in the database; yet I am sincerely waiting anytime to re-open the conclusion when the coming specimen tells me to do so. My conclusion will be forced to peel another layer of the onion.

My friendship is precious because my friends & the way we relate with one another have been the power of check and balance to my arrogant if not intelligent conclusions. Peer review among human beings (through direct or indirect interactions) is inevitable.

Alamak! I believe I’m a living witness that the lab is not only me; everyone is. Hello, fellow scientists!

How amazing life is!

Dear, Beloved. It is blessed to be alive. Someday when this blessing is taken back, please make it a gift to those finding it.

Thank you.

Dear, Love….

(continually updated for clarity and accuracy, fyi I rarely review my draft before uploading) 🍀

Hello, You

Learning, life, love, Poetic, This Person
Hello, you! Dear love
Who knocks on many wrong doors.
You is a true door.

sometimes I’m amazed to see my playlists – so old…. yet they’re the doors to this old soul

🤩

Exams

Learning, life, Those People
Exams, Beloved,
Visit life before lessons
That come as a gift.

2nd stop today

today was about medical exams & chats with physicians

alhamdulillah, all is well

🍀

Fun

Learning, life, This Person
Fun under the sun,
Running, walking in circle.
Happy finisher—

my 1st 5K

fun!

Kawung Kopi (batik)

Learning, life
Another sheet came,
Calling sight to decipher
The codes well written—

a spread of Kawung Kopi handmade batik

Kopi is coffee. Obviously this kawung batik is designed and hand drawn based on the image of coffee beans lining across a sheet, showing geometrical patterns.

The colour of sogan (earthy hues of batik) makes this pattern look magnificent and enigmatic— calling you to give meanings as how the pattern calls the vibes in you.

two sheets of Kawung Kopi handmade batik

Matur nuwun, Mbak Izzah

Banana Flower

Learning, life
Banana flower,
Delicacy with story—
Once living fully

tada!

well mixed

lemongrass, galangal, Javanese bay leaves, shallot, garlic

removed…. one by one? yes, one by one, slowly with all my heart

removing the pistil that won’t be soft even after cooked

banana flower

Sitting

Learning, love
Sitting, Beloved
In between two quiet spaces
Thinking about you

looking forward to seeing you

good morning….

beauty in silence

(maybe) didiscus

hyperacum

white baby breath

eucalyptus leaves

wrapped in pink

pink ribbon

silhouette is always gorgeous

closer

here is that that sits at the weekend accompanying some self learning

Dancing

Learning, love, Poetic, This Person
Dancing, Beloved
With you on an autumn day.
No word, just whispers

I’ve not listened to this song for so long until yesterday someone in my team teased me with this song. She said “I want to sing my song to you, it suits your vibe!”

I couldn’t say anything. What can I expect from a 66yo strong lady but accuracy of how she sees her junior?

I want to go to Japan again, walking around Tokyo with so a few words but many meaning in silence. 2027, please come soon. I miss my walking buddy a lot. 😁🥰

Green

Learning, life, Poetic, This Person
I'm green, Beloved
Standing as young as a tree
After a shower.

being green is freshly thinking based on what’s my breathing brought me: peace & acceptance

Red Round

Learning, life, love, Poetic, This Person
Red round, Beloved
A dot where signal will blink
At a looking eye--

I bought a keychain of Daruma without one eye, wishing to draw the missing one soon when my wish comes true….

❤️

Bowing

Learning, life, love, Poetic, This Person
Bowing, Beloved
I to all telling me off
That I am lower.

I’m bowing to all, I’m in a lowest position to respect the whole universe–

Thank you.

Brightened

Learning, life, love, Poetic, This Person
Dear Life....
Even if you're as gloomy as dull days,
I'll brighten you up.
There is so much colour saved for
You.

let’s start with yellow

then more…..

yet I truly know my colours don’t always make others’ day so I decided to be as bright as I can be & won’t let others’ colour bother me

Signs Everywhere

Learning, life, love, Map It!, Poetic
Signs are everywhere
Telling me what river says.
Hi Numbers, thank you.

26 is like poets telling me to keep writing poems outside work.

36 is telling me to be just human being.

79 is telling me to make decision strongly when needed.

can you see the bird? 💕 what sign is that?

魚です

Learning, love, Poetic, This Person
私は自分が生きてきた水を忘れてしまったが、呼吸を通していつもそれを愛してきた

how i forget the water in which i've lived all my life; yet how i've always loved it through this breathing

Dandelions (ranting)

Learning, Poetic

There was recent time when dandelion didn’t become my reminder buttons. There was a factor called “doubt” when dandelion was taken by someone whose intention seemed mixed between game & genuineness. So dandelion was waiting in the closet before finally it is now coming out as my favorite grass flower again.

The game was over by the accidental disclosure of merely mocking around. I’m lucky to pay attention on timeline. Who is at one time, what is happening, what is connected to another setting, which is suggesting chronological events that can be a nice logical flow & structure.

Timeline is very important. It doesn’t only show me when something happens but it can also show me how something can happen. Just like dandelion that will start from bud then push the yellow petals then fall then develop seed head then grow puffball then fly….. Flying to where dreams find their home–

How beautiful the cycle is!

Lucky the other favourite thing of mine is not taken: clover! And I hope there won’t be anymore unnecessary drama that makes life too noisy even when alone. My life is getting back to a fun humble whistle again– it is enough to be just me.

3 or 4, it doesn’t matter – it’s clover

life is just like that, said dandelion

🍀❣️💕

What I Don’t Want

Learning
What I don't want is associating myself with anyone but myself, a human being in the making

Then marching lines with sprinkling comma,

Before one summarising period

One day.

Passage of Time

Learning, life, love, Poetic
Time has passages
Walked by hearts with decisions.
Sloping and climbing--
Love welcomes what's been waited
Without payment and complaints.
The meadow grows green.

time gives me space to grow without asking me to pay how much ever I’ve learnt in the journey & without complaints how long I’ve had to reach a point of understanding

time allows me to grow from nothing to fly up above any layers of skies where nothing is empty or empty is nothing

time itself is so kind & patient, so much I’ve owed to time so the only thing I can do is keeping repaying to it by treating it gently & truly

dear, Time…

…. wherever you are,

thank you

🍀

have a good weekend, WordPress

Egg

Learning, life, Poetic
Fresh eggs nicely boiled
Roll on a table for two.
One faster grabber--

boiled, hard, favourite 💕

never keep eggs in the fridge anymore; fresh from the basket tastes better 🍀🐣

Walking A Route

Learning, Map It!, Poetic
A short route to walk
When the sun's down, the moon's up.
The dark that protects--

my normal weekly brisk walk route keeps rewilding 👍🏽

crescent moon that doesn’t look crescent 😆

white spider lily along the way

it’s erected completely, across the reservoir

In The Deep

Learning, life, Those People
In the deep
I meet with a dragon.
She tells me her stories
And I'm offended.

"That's my story, not yours.
Are you teasing me?"

The dragon smiles, jerks her tail and softly slaps my cheek with it.

"It's a mirror in the deep
Telling you it's yours. And it is. Yet it's also mine."

I push my body up, breathe my lungs out in the air.
The dragon is still in the deep
Smiling with her golden heart.

today a friend of mine asked me at dinner “why do you post stories that poke me?”

“what do you mean by ‘poke me’? I’m mostly just saying.”

“saying after knowing something? or saying just saying?” she complained again, disbelieving in my statement

“I’m just saying what is pushed by something within I can’t stop. I just have to say it at lunch break or after work!” there’s no intention to tease you or anyone in the Instagram who have access to my locked account”

she didn’t say anything, she must have trusted me

sometimes the vibe is too strong splashing on me and I simply have to say something to the air because that’s the only way to tell the truth even to those not reading my postings (unfortunately some vibe truly comes to me just like that)

some soul hears each other clearly, or vaguely but accidentally correctly 😁

sorry but not sorry, dear friend….

I don’t know you are touched, I hope you learn some lessons.

💕

Long or Short

Learning, life, Poetic
Long or short, my love
A weekend fulfilled with joy
Is a green meadow.

it is maybe one of clearest days in my life in which I can see what it means to be accepting

I’m never angry because of any type of rejection; I’m always upset when it’s about unclear behaviour in human being’s life

yet today with a long ride on the road to Masjid Sultan I found that there’s part of life in which a group of people use unclarity to protect themselves but claiming they are the most honest guys on earth

there is time, a cycle of it where everything starts then ends

let’s watch people cook, let’s watch people pretend….

and when my observation is correct, I’ll tell my best friends “I told you!”

happy weekend, WordPress

Love (ranting)

Learning, love, Poetic, This Person

If I am to mention what’s my super power, it’s to love & to accept my life as it is.

What is love?

I used to think love was only that among family members. Then I grew it as a flower in a garden of family and friends. Then it grew to romance. Now it’s as wide as humanity & life. What a growth I’ve deliberately realised when I’m grown up.

Today love itself has taught me how it is a fuel to accept what life is and at the same time to keep the journey on. Love is never that that discourages human being to hope for the best. Love is never that that deflates the hope to keep believing that humanity prevails.

Sometimes love feels so tiny that it can only give me a small hole to see a faraway land with a beautiful meadow. It feels so depressed sometimes that it can only make me breathe the thin air to feel the freshness of breeze in the mountain.

Yet most of the time love is huge embracing this heart to smile and to dance and to prance above the path of life. It highlights what’s bright in a dull moment. It balances what’s tailing, spinning, diving and loopy like a kite flying unsteadily. It makes these eyes see what it is, no drama, no excessive handling– just being a stable self, loving, living.

Love is an action to load daily activities with meaning and purpose, how trivial the action is. Love is a willingness to share with others in silence or in crowd with little to no attention seeking. All not easy, but doable–

I can only write about love because that’s the only thing I can talk about.

Work is something I can only share with my colleagues. Charity is something I can only share with those rightful to receive. Love is for all around me.

Celebrate love! It’s as spacious as a weekend.

☘️❣️

a petal of rose like cherry’s, sways in autumn to mark surrender

☺️

If…, It’s You

Learning, love, Poetic, Those People
If
You disappear from the world,
There will be only me.
What would I do?
I'll create
You.
I did create
You with so much love
For myself as if it's from
You.

If I have to lose anything, I'll let it be
You. Not because I don't have enough love for you.
It's simply because I can always create
You.

this epilogue is powerful