Fun under the sun,
Running, walking in circle.
Happy finisher—
my 1st 5K
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Tag: life
Kawung Kopi (batik)
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
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
Set
All that has been set
Is summed up with a closure:
One more: rendezvous.
the sun set today summing up today’s lessons
Sitting
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
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. 😁🥰
Conversing
Conversing with you
Under the sun smiling shy--
We whisper out loud.
taming that’s within
Green
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
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
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.
Streamlined
Streamlined, Beloved
Raindrops slide down on bamboo;
Reaching their sweet home.
Brightened
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
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?
Ocean of Options
Yes life is a vast ocean of options including a Saturday night.
Find the smallest fun tonight yooow!
💙
Rain
Dress and umbrella
Get wet by the dancing rain.
Water festival--
魚です
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)
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
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
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
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
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
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
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)
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
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
And It’s Holiday
Holy, Beloved
The days through which I walk through
Life and her stories.
This Heart
This heart, Beloved
Is the star constellations
Glow when she's so dark.
This heart, Beloved
Glows constantly in the dark
With hope, love and fear.
The Star
The star, Beloved
Falls-- falls after collision
To ocean of tears.
I love you, Ibu. No one loves me like you do. I know you’re happy in the other side.
Send my warm regards to Bapak whose love and protection is beyond any man I’ve ever met so far.
Terima kasih, Bapak & Ibu.
You’re always in my heart esp now.
😘☺️❣️
Hidden Gem
Hidden gem, my love
Glows in this heart telling tales
About hidden love
That might never find her nest.
The voiceless gets more silent.
Today my friend brought me around Jogja. The most interesting part was of course Pasar Beringharjo (Beringharjo Market) in which whatever souvenirs from Jogja are completely displayed. The most I love about this market is “ibu-ibu gendhong”, the women who sell their service to carry the people’s (both traders and shoppers) stuff from one point to another. My friend works in the NGO that advocate them to get better access to better rights as informal workers. The women (we call them buruh gendhong: female porters) know my friend very well so I always get the chance to say hi to them every time I visit some markets in Jogja & be given directions which best traders I can go to get the best products.
Today they showed me a hidden gem, a small corner where old-aged batik sheets and tradion Javanese kebaya are traded. What a blessed day today was!
How should I have felt except thankful? It was a good bargain– just with less than SGD50 I got a package of pretty apparels that I will wear to attend Christmas party in my cousin’s home.
kebaya, old batik sheet & an obi belt of Sido Asih batik
Thank you!
My cold heart got warm with the shopping spree and meeting the female porters who are the true representative of humble life itself.
God bless you, Ibu-Ibu & Mbah-Mbah Buruh Gendong. 💕
Life Is Poetry
Life is poetry
Singing songs to a quiet heart
To be pretty noise.
me trying on the “Booty on mega mendung” batik
rike jokanan 
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