Tag: love

Lessons? Things unknown,
Still unknown, maybe won’t be,
Solved with acceptance—

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Oftentimes people make the biggest mistake because they are young, because they are stupid or because they are not clear of what they aim at in life. At least that is what my core circle has agreed.

Many people reject to go for health check earlier only to find that they have really bad health problems too late to manage through life style change— too old or too weak and can only be managed through surgery and/or medication. This happens a lot around me. They would say “I am ok. I am healthy. No symptoms. It is just light headache. It is just small numb. It is just light coughing. It will get better soon. Blahblahblah.” And boom! Big troubles come (almost) late!

Do health check without waiting for intense symptoms. Don’t underestimate a pinch as it can be a punch.

Many people think buying property can be done at later age. They prefer buying cars, branded stuff, etc for the sake of high prestige. They would say “I want to enjoy my single life. I still can live with my parents. Why so hurry? My spouse will buy it for me later. Blahblablah.” And boom! Property price soars high in just some years and those branded stuff investment can’t cover the desired property.

Prioritise property (although at the same time some fancy stuff can’t wait). Of course this is not applicable to the haves who can buy whatever they want.

Certain people overshare for the sake of feeling guilty and trying to explain excessively. I am one of them— once tried to explain why and why just because I was afraid of being judged. And so I shared something that I promised to myself would keep it for VVIP circle of mine. And boom! The humiliation and disrespect that came back to me has made me feel like a biggest moron and worthless in the universe. It is taking time to accept the total stupidity about (blind) love.

Don’t overthink. Don’t overshare even with someone that you love the most if there is no clear foundation.

Aaaahhh!

Life is a school whose next classes can only be entered through a bunch of lessons learnt because of failures and wrong doings which look unforgivable but actually truly forgivable. 😘

There is no right or wrong. What is there is only acceptance and lessons learnt.

Salaam.

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make a beautiful string of beads from the lessons learnt; then life is counting wisdom 💝

No Regret

One by one they fall,
Petals decompose to soil,
Fertilising life—

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when i see more fine lines under my eyes, i feel blessed that i am alive up to this age; i wish to live longer with the same amount of love or even more 💝 there is no regret for all are signs and turns to the home 💝

Time Is A Fortress

Time is a fortress
Protecting from memories
Of love that once bloomed.

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i bought a rose to tell myself that some emotions will soon fade away like flowers that wither through time 🥀 especially with very slim memories in store 💝

Garden

Colours, hues, shades, tints
In a garden strike the eyes
Wandering within.

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I am on an emergency short leave to visit my mother as my mother is sick. A sister called saying “she doesn’t want to eat”, “she can’t sleep well”, “she doesn’t want to visit her doctor”, “she thinks it is her time”, blahblahblah…. Alamak! Although sometimes we think she can be a drama queen, we start to think seriously when she can’t sleep well.

The second day of my visit she already watered her plants that line along my sister’s narrow garden. She sang along while walking in her house. She ate one big chunk of fast food’s fried chicken that my nephews insisted taken away for her. She has been back to her nature after meeting her children and grandchildren whom she missed who are now laughing with her at every breakfast, lunch and dinner time.

This morning she happily greeted the newspaper lady delivering her favourite “Jawa Pos”, the lady said “good morning, Ibu, you look radiant again”. She also had a short chat with her front neighbour about rain, cats and plants.

I think sometimes you just need to meet someone to be healthy. 💗

Yesterday morning I joined her watering the plants and took pictures of some of the blooms that have always made us all smile.

Salaam.

java tea — we call it “kumis kucing” here

jasmine sambac, everlasting fragrance — her favourite

orchids at the left side of the gate — “your sister is a good gardener, she has made your orchids happily bloom!” she said

Peace

This corner is quiter,
Sitting on a placid lake,
Where still water
Hides a huge secret
Called love,
Is covered with a vast blanket
Called peace.

This corner is cozy,
Getting warmer and calmer,
Where a cat
Curls in a bed
Called dream,
Is lullabied with long slumber
Called hope.

How peaceful it is
Pampered with a life
Called humble.

Salaam.

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Thank You for The Love and Loving

Learning, love, This Person, Those People

It is easy to say “that I should love all”; yet it is not that easy as to finally love easily in life as it takes a long process, including to understand what love is, how to express the love, to whom I should express it, how much love I should share, etc before it becomes my commitment to love.

To me everyday is love day, no matter how much love I can feel flowing in my veins. Today several love wishes came from some friends. Good to share with more people.

💕

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i don’t know who sent it, maybe wrong number

Mirror in Us

It might not be clear
As the mirror is not clean.
Reflection of
You on me
Is as clear as the song sung by the breeze,
Whistling softly
On to these eardrums.

Swoosh!
You whisper,
I could hear,
We both share unvoiced laughter.
Is that our smiles
Or grins
That we both share from miles away?

You
Are playing so well,
I
Stay hugging this heart
That shrinks with 
Your coldness, 
That shines with
Your old shadow.

Dear, heart.
Stay flawless mirror.
With you I see 
Beloved.
Be it beast or beauty,
My love is worth reflecting clearly.

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love reflects to a mirror called heart, the clarity depends on the clearness not the size 💕

Satu

Learning, love

💗🎼

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Aku ini adalah dirimu
Cinta ini adalah cintamu

Aku ini adalah dirimu
Jiwa ini adalah jiwamu

Rindu ini adalah rindumu
Darah ini adalah darahmu

Tak ada yang lain selain dirimu
Yang selalu kupuja

Wo uh wo

Ku sebut namamu
Di setiap hembusan napasku

Kusebut namamu
Kusebut namamu

Dengan tanganmu aku menyentuh
Dengan kakimu aku berjalan

Dengan matamu ku memandang
Dengan telingamu ku mendengar

Dengan lidahmu aku bicara
Dengan hatimu aku merasa

Tak ada yang lain selain dirimu
Yang selalu kupuja

Wo uh wo

Ku sebut namamu
Di setiap hembusan napasku

Kusebut namamu
Kusebut namamu

Tak ada yang lain selain dirimu
Yang selalu kupuja

Wo uh wo

Ku sebut namamu
Di setiap hembusan napasku

Kusebut namamu
Kusebut namamu

Float, Flow

Floating and flowing
As is. Stones and whirls push her
To the sea of love.

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Love Day

Learning, love, Poetic, This Person

What is love day? 
A day when love is precious?
Only once a year?
How stingy human being is!
To express love only on that day—

Maybe they are afraid
Of saying love to
That they love dearly.

Maybe expression is
Embarrassing and too low
That they dump it cruelly.

Maybe love is considered a myth
Scientifically unproven
That it is skipped.

Maybe….
So much maybe.

I will still love
You
In silence
As
Love has made my heart pretty
Although rejection and ignorance
Once made it ugly.

All days are my love days.

To my
Beloved—

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the love keeps evaporating to the air that is breathed

repeatedly exploding to illuminate the journey

let me sing love songs in silence to and for you

and sweetly silently celebrate it when i’m wishing to be

Forgiven But Never Forgotten

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Remembrance about the beloved is river flowing to the sea.

Catching Dreams

Learning, Poetic, This Person

Feathers fall off from the wings of flying-high birds. Dreams ready to catch—

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Singing Heart

This heart sings. Its notes witness through pitch and tempo. Genres of the soul—

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whatever the story is, i’ll tell it musically

A Dyed Heart


This heart is flowing fluid
Filling the soul with
Redness of bravery
And rage;
Pinkness of romance
And lust;
Orangeness of warmth
And  attention craver;
Yellowness of glory
And jealousy;
Greenness of tranquility
And envy;
Blueness of peace
And mourning;
Whiteness of singularity,
And fear;
Blackness of mystery
And death.
When the soul blinks,
A spectrum ray chutes down
On to the ocean of mind,
Illuminates what’s to solve.

Is your face dyed as your heart is dyed, Beloved?
And your words
Your footsteps
Your breaths
Touch?

Or, layers of curtains shade your true colours?

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Broken

What’s broken’s broken until connected again. Never be the same—

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one of my gorgeous ceramic plates was broken; now i’m thinking of learning how to fix it

Floating So High

Learning, life, love, Poetic, This Person

Keeping afloat, buoyant freely swaying playing the waves in the sky—

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Coldplay never fails me

Turkish Evil Eye

Eyes blink to clean themselves, to not see things except Turkish evil eye.

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Missing Pixels

Missing you is losing some pixels from mind; life becomes less vibrant.

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missing you

A Loving Visit

Learning, life, love, Map It!, Poetic, This Person, Those People

A loving visit beyond time and space. Salaam. Universe answers.

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when you’re loved, people still visit you even when you’re nowhere 💝

when you’re loved, you’re taken care of even when you’re nowhere

beloved – visiting him with love, see you again

Love Diaries in A Library

This life is a library
Keeping all collections,
Reference to public,
Exclusive to a lover,
One lover.
The
Beloved—

Read,
Beloved
Any scrolls
In this library.

Read,
Lover
The diaries
In the secret dungeon.

Read,
Beloved
With naked eyes, or
With any glasses on the shelves.

Read,
Lover
Through letters and numbers,
Shapes and colours.

Read,
Beloved
This library is open
As long as you are awake.

Read,
Lover
Before you sleep
When I’ll be reading you through.

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my earlier diaries are true stories through naked eyes; the later are colours, shapes, numbers, words in various styles and figures of speech needing some tricks and tips to sense layers of meanings and information — we are all writers, librarians and readers 💝

About the photo

Taste

How many tastes can she experience in joy? 5 or 7?

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Realising that the best taste is not any of those 5 or 7; the best taste is only 1: to love. 😊

Days of love be like…

Heaven & Earth

Does heaven and earth exist other than in a lover’s smile? Yes. Dream.

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although not there, I still seek heaven and earth in you through my dream 🥰 happy new year to the other time zones until every spot on earth is covered by Jan 1, 2023

3 1st on Jan 1st

There is always first.
A tree greeting breeze and sky
Comes from minute seed.

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1st movie to (re)watch in 2023 – an energizing movie! always love Sandra Bullock

1st chore while 1st movie rewatch after 1st breakfast completed — more 1st things on Jan 1st of 1st long weekend in 2023 — i’m gonna love 2023 much 💗

Year by Year (Life Long Resolution)

Learning, Poetic, This Person

Thank you, 2022 for every single second spent together. You are a stronger part of what I’ve been building with love. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.

And thanks to all years passing, too. I’ll miss you. 💝

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Life is wonderful that she is eager about it and is willing to expand and to keep up with what she is becoming. She is the pilot, she is the plane. She is the destination, she is the direction. She is the standard, she is the conformance. She is the alignment, she is the aligned. She is enough.

It is not others’ responsibility that she feels good or not good. The feel existing is because she allows it to be. And the vice versa.

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2023, be my excellent canvas of feel-good-no-matter-what. Clarity, sufficiency, integrity as in good life, beautiful love, genuine laughter 💗

Alfatihah.

💝

3 *buceng (tumpeng) kuwat* mini for today’s end of year blessing 💝

this type of *buceng/tumpeng* is made of sticky rice and grated coconut cooked in palm sugar; it is a *buceng* served in Javanese traditional ceremony for health and strength in physical, mental and spiritual — made it mini so i could enjoy it for today’s portion of breakfast, lunch and dinner 💝

About tumpeng or buceng (in Bahasa Indonesia)

clarity, sufficiency, integrity as in good life, beautiful love, genuine laughter

DC said “hey, 7! stop the call, firework is ready!” DC and I worked in the same office and stayed in the same rented house strictly for ladies, belonging to a rich Maduranese family in Greater Jakarta – the family always threw New Year celebration with some of us in the huge garden between their mansion and the rented house – we both were always excited because we never liked going out with some other ladies to celebrate it outside 🥰 oh my! it was me in the year 2002 welcoming 2003, calling my mother in new year’s eve from my Nokia 😀

waking up on Jan 1, 2003 morning in DC’s bedroom (hers was #4) that was full with stuffed animals — we probably only slept for 1 hour before she woke us up “ladies, wake up! pose before you even bath and brush your teeth, i will go develop the pictures today as new year’s gift for you all” and it is a true gift in 2023 for me 😂 thanks, DC! love from where i am 💝

Sky’s Blessing in Uluwatu

Rain is a blessing
From the sky before starting
Journey to the north.

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Me: Boys, the rain seem to stay heavy. Boys, are you ok?

Nephews: Yes, it is fun! We just want to pee again!

Me: Don’t pee on your pants ya.

What a conversation!

heavy rain + heavy wind the whole day which only stopped right before until almost after Tari Kecak show, hundreds of human beings from different parts of the globe experienced the same happening that might result in different memories— a nostalgic one with these boys, splashing our bodies and bags in hugs with blessing sky water 🥰

the start of show, the blessing water took a break

in Javanese and Balinese tradition Rama and Sinta is a couple adopted to depict true love — in my opinion, no! I think it was boring to be a wife of a great (almost) perfect king so Sinta purposely put Rama in a love trial to test his love by letting herself be in a kidnap trial without fighting back against the kidnapper and all its drama 😄

Rahwana came in his own *buta* (giant) form to kidnap Sinta and he failed

Sinta was kidnapped by an old weak polite beggar who was actually Rahwana

Jatayu, the bird that visited Sinta in Alengka’s palace

Anoman Obong — in Javanese and Balinese culture Anoman is considered a monkey demigod who is very very very old butq energetic in moves and young in heart 💗 fyi, “Anoman Obong” scene should be with sunset background in normal weather 💗

almost the end of show, restart of blessing water from the sky