Tag: love

Time

Learning, love, Poetic, This Person

















Is 24-hour day enough? There was a period of time when I thought it was not— it was like all today’s to-do list had all to be checked. 





Now I feel a day with 24 hours of measurement is sufficient with the word “priority”. Which one should be completed immediately or later; what shall be completed by myself or delegated; how they must be presented: private or public, and other ways of how the 24 hours should be  respected.





I’m feeling lucky to be in situations outside work with which I can put activities more freely: sleep can be less to allocate my reading time, meal can be done in graded steps (preps at night, processed in the early morning), language learning inserted among routine schedule (Friday night, Sat morning or other spacious windows), etc





Yet, priority makes some compromising.





My living room is full of books & paper & hobbies tools. My sleep isn’t always 8 hours a day (fortunately this is always a myth to me). Selecting whom to meet is a serious thing (I only have very few people I truly will spend time with or meet with so if my meeting with them is not fun or fruitful, I’ll give up those friends in the future schedules).





It’s Sunday and there are places to go with my nephew visiting me. He promised he’ll tidy up my books and accompany me running training. He knows he’ll have to follow his aunt’s rhythm that might not be something familiar but also not so new to him— One of those: he has to give up smoking during his stay.





Life is good with 24 hours a day. It’s a blessing that I’ll forever cherish. It’s where enigma and secrets reveal in the wished way.





Time, do stay.





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Language

		
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Love languages
Dig up the buried to see
What have tuberized.



























I love learning languages although the mode is getting slower and slower. Excitement is still there; I won’t want to lose the spark to harvest what’s grown by a hope to preserve the way my brain works. All brains work more and more slowly by ageing but I won’t let mine lose its engines even before the end.





I’ve learnt Arabic & Japanese again. Arabic is a tool for me to comprehend the Quran as I see at times that the translation into English or Indonesian sound like interpretation rather than translation. I don’t want interpretation, I do translation.





Japanese is for me to practice something different because learning it I’ve been “forced” to use non Latin based words— hiragana, katakana and kanji make me actively memorize the lines, the curves, the dots, the strokes and the meaning with senses: listening, speaking, reading, writing.





I’d like to learn my own language: Javanese with which I hope to carve my image more clearly as a Javanese woman in this life canvas.; with which I find what’s buried in the hidden pockets of ancient knowledge





Time, do stay.

			


	


				
					

				
					


	

		
		
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

		
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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





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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

			


	


				
					


	

		
		
Among

		
Learning, life
	


	

		

Among all the mess on a table
Sits silently a vase of
Five red roses
Talking to foliage
And nodding flowers,
Singing a prayer
For me
Reading the colours of the day.



























messy table is a pretty background for a weekend bouquet

			


	


				
					


	

		
		
Dancing

		
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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. 😁🥰

			


	


				
					

				
					


	

		
		
Red Round

		
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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….





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You Ask Me

		
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You ask me, my Love
What a heart I want to hug.
That that that sense
Senses as deep, vast, warm and clear
With a throne for it to roar--



























roar? or meow…. 😻

			


	


				
					


	

		
		
Dandelions

		
Learning
	


	

		

It's dandelions
Waving me sweetly saying
"Your greeting turns me
To be."
They nod to my footsteps.
They wave to my breathing.
They be in this journey--
A chain of dreams
That fly to their home,
You.



























yellow cuty!



























dreams ready to go home



























a celebration  of meanings



























it’s just everywhere — dandelions in Japan grass verge



























some to be delivered

			


	


				
					


	

		
		
Bowing

		
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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

		
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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?

			


	


				
					

				
					

				
					

				
					

				
					

				
					


	

		
		
A Ghost Within

		
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She's a ghost within
Drawn with steps, breaths and thoughts.
Colouring a life--



























a ghost within reminding me everyday that no one is perfect





a self portrait of 50% or maybe 0% or maybe 100% each day I touch it





looking like a ghost of my own dead





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Leaping Heart (ranting)

		
Learning
	


	

		

What I’ve felt about myself for the last two weeks has been amazing at the same time embarrassing. The amazement of seeing how heart can leap just because of listening to someone’s voice is unbearable. The embarrassment of seeing how this heart is still leaping because of listening to someone’s voice is also unbearable.





Do I want to keep it?





I don’t have any plan. I just want to enjoy how my heart does this so genuinely. And at the same time I probably would love to see if that voice is just an acting disc that hits one wall but actually targets another side. Something new, something that might give me a different turn in my journey– I don’t want to trust any human being living but myself , but this journey is what I believe.





Beloved, show me the true face of Life in which….





You show the true face of Death.





Thank you.



























true face of life & death