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Plan for A Weekend Cooking!
What is on the plate? Hope..... For a weekend kitchen— Taste, texture and smell.....
Cursing, Singing In The Rain
Gear change in the rain Between slippery road and Raincoat left behind—
With years of biking experience I’m supposed to have no problem speeding with bike in Singapore, that’s what my siblings think. But that’s totally misleading. I feel high alert when biking in the rain here. In slope pavement or road I will constantly put hands quite pressure on both brakes, put the easiest gear combination making me look like a beginner biker — slow, doubtful, awkward. While in home country I would go to alternative routes which are many to get to the destination with the same speed enough to bulldoze a wall.
In the rain with blurred goggles because of water and wet body because of no raincoat, it makes it even more awkward coz this mind is swinging between “wanna be careful and go slow” and “race to get home quickly”. What’s more, the big vehicles in the road would either splash water with no mercy when traffic is good or floor the gas pedal not to rev but to let the steam off from the driver’s head in heavy traffic.
Yet there is always good side: I can sing as loudly as I want or curse the drivers with no mercy too ‘coz no one will hear me….
Eh? Human beings are confusing – wanna go safely but taking high risks, wanna curse at people but don’t wanna get heard, wanna be dry but forget raincoat at home…. 🤪
Life is such a paradox, like biking in a heavy rain with no rain coat.
May all beings be happy.
Tipsy Lover Talks About Beloved
No, Beloved. You are not red You are not yellow You are not blue Only. You are all gradationally spread from one point to another, Occupying Space, Led by Time. Time makes all matter. It becomes every milestone of journey. It gives chances to clarify the direction of journey. It sets free what should be said and what should be held back. Enjoy. Space is a secondary supporting detail. It doesn’t talk about the essence of journey. It shows what’s been hoarded by a traveler. It neglects what’s importance. It helps slow down when break is needed But at times it obscures the signs and messages. Beware! Stay where you are, Beloved with no nerves Knowing that space won’t corrupt you. It is a lining of colours in different levels of degree that beautifies your existence. Don’t quit, Beloved whichever the speed is Knowing that time sharpens your perceptive. It is what will be weighed and presented as a gift. You see that, Beloved? Or not? Oh, I know you’re tipsy! 😁 — A free verse about time and space between the Lover and the Beloved. Bored to death! Thanks God it’s Monday tomorrow! Singapore - Jan. 17, 2021 / 22:00

Another Phew!
Raining cats and dogs Leaves laundry damped and undone But plants glorious.
When a mountain of clothes after two weeks of undone laundry is waiting to iron and the cleaning lady isn’t available to help this weekend, it feels like…. 🤮
Better playing with some of the happy plants in between the work, moving them to a place where they can enjoy the sun while they can

Secret Love
Beloved is chased By many; loved secretly By the lonely. You?
Enjoy the weekend! 🤩
Jealously
Wishing You Jazzy Days
There’s not much to tell, Beloved. Let’s play it jazz ‘Coz we know the tunes. You’d sing the rhymes, Beloved? Or would you please read the rhythms?
No day will be 100% as expected. No one will be 100% as expected, either. And with those expected, we know that only with jazzy mood days and people can be handled without too much stress.
Nothing beats inner peace. And whether you know it or not, I wish you, Beloved a great time, too.
May all beings be happy.
Singing With Wind
She sings a love song With Wind through the door whistling Melodiously....
Eight of ten days in January are rainy. Two days only are with sun shines warmly greeting the window.
On those eight days there has been wind pushing cold air and at times water into the living room or kitchen through the windows opening ajar. While it is cooling, it though wets the floor and curtain. While it is a bit scary at night, it though turns to whistles adding sound effect to the radio that’s on 24 hours this weekend.
Hope the water won’t be too much as I heard there has been flood in some places because of heavy rain. Hope everything will be fine for all creatures in this rainy season: all animals and homeless get sufficient food and shelter everyday.
May all beings be happy.

Scents Of The Unknown
Scents of the unknown Lingers in the air. Muguet: Earthy, green, floral— You’ve turned spark to fire burning Dreams to fuel a sweet journey.
All people love fragrance; not necessarily perfume but yes I’m talking about it.
Let’s agree that fragrance is one of the best gifts in life – I mean…. I am not naturally smelling like flowers, but I love nice air coming into my nostrils and celebrating the beauty of nature through one of the human’s senses. Don’t you?
At times when we are wearing perfumes, we’ll subconsciously reminisce moments featuring individuals that we might or might not clearly remember.
Lemongrass mostly reminds me to Ayutthaya. Jasmine connects to a place in Erawan, Bangkok. Frangipani brings Ubud back to memory. Rose to one factory in Vietnam. Lemon brings me to my humble abode in Greater Jakarta. Sandalwood to my mother who loves sandalwood. Lavender to my father whose pomade was lavender-based. And so on, and so forth.
Recently there came unknown scents that reminded me to some people. I was browsing perfumes, and trying certain fragrances, particular moments and faces struck me stealthily. Goodness! Now I captured them through various fragrances! Moments, faces and nuances intertwined in the liquid. The memories might have been traced and downloaded by our brain! Unknown scents have empirically proved to represent impression caught about someone.
I’m now liking lily of the valley or muguet scent because it reminds this person to a most beloved. I don’t think that person splashed muguet when meeting with me but he suits that attar. What an overestimation it is! It’s ok, he doesn’t know 😂
Recommended: Go for a new experience in perfumery and investigate what scents connect you to what moments or which individuals. You might find a way to get rid of bitter past and/or revive good spirits to be happy.
Guess I know why I can’t relate well to some people that’s why they are connected to certain aroma that I’m not fond of. Probably…. Or just my superstition….
One person’s favourite scents might not be others’ ones.
That’s life.
Singapore – Jan. 7, 2021 / 23:06
May all beings be happy.

Flash Memories
Walking In The Rain
Breezy gloomy night
Walks along green-hedged pavement.
Tiptoes splash some joy.
Some night is just so good that you don’t even care about getting wet and splashed with mud. All bad thinking and feeling just go away or…. fade away.
Oh ya? Ya! Just don’t splash on others walking or running near you.
Interestingly there are some benefits of walking in the rain I just found. No umbrella please…. Read below link.

Four-Letter Words
Four-letter word, Love. I take love to deal with you. With full risk I know.
God talks about love. Religion talks about love. Many people refer to divinity and humanity.
Rumi talked about love. Ibn Arabi talked about love. People interpret their topic of love in wide spectrum: lustily physical, romantic, humanity, divinity — from the simple to the absurd. And it is always beautiful whatever the perspective is, as long as love becomes the foundation.
You can approach love from your own experience, the message is simply between Lover and Beloved. People may judge your message of love, but you are the truest judge to yourself….

From a seed of awe Grew secret admiration. Joy in painful hide Summed up by a flash farewell— I love you from where I am.
Love is actually personal experience that internally grows or flickers out based on the quality and responses. I find in my experience loving someone for many years without him knowing it until we took a farewell—he might only know he is special to me and not more; love grows but wisely stops expecting anything. Why expecting if you don’t even get the expected responses from the person and there is no entrance to learn more about the one that you love? Poor me? No, I’m lucky that love has tested me and I pass.
Yes, the most important thing is to test love, how true it is. What if your love isn’t intense anymore? How if the one you love doesn’t love you? How if you find your love evolves? All those rubbish absolutely happen. 😂
It is always good to talk about love. Love deserves a talk, in either low or high pitch, anger or soberness, silence or crowd, far or near, laze or excitement….
A bunch of roses Present flowers, leaves, stems, thorns— Where is the root, Love? It’s left in the heart, where growth Is truer and forever.
Yet for those who never contemplate or who don’t care, love is difficult to embrace and feel. The vibe can be so fake or vague without physical presence. They need definition of love, which can only degrade the quality of it. Just do….
What have I ranted about?
Too much for the last day of new year’s holiday but too good to be unsaid to start very good years ahead!
I send my best regards to you across the ocean. Happy and Healthy New Year! I love you from where I am.

May all beings be happy.
Singapore – January 4, 2021 – last day of holiday / 14:10
Is And Is Not
3, 2, 1! 💥
New year.... Again. Sigh! None planned, going with the flow— Dear North Star, guide me.

Kanji, Phew!
Lines, curves and dots drawn Convey meanings and stories. Quaintly logical—
I thought learning Kanji would be a mission impossible, it turned out to be a fun game. Thanks to my good teacher who has always encouraged me to practice, practice, practice. ありがとう ございます、先生。Also thanks to the supplementary books I found in Kino today!
According to the book Kanji is ideographic, not phonetic, which means that each character represents a concept or an idea rather than a sound.
There is a group of Kanji called Joyo Kanji (Kanji for daily use) that are normally learnt by Japanese during their 9 years of compulsory education. It means I’m in that teenage stage of learning and so need fun way of learning to keep motivated in a consistent concentration span.
And don’t be afraid to make mistakes! —- Ok, just don’t repeat too many ‘coz repeated mistakes are equal to planned crimes 😁


Eek!
Bubble spat by fish, Exploded second it’s out. Wait! It’s voice you say?
Where does voice go after it goes out of body? Does it resemble the bubble exploding once out of fish’ mouth?
Dear, Voice. What are you? Or who are you? And where do you come from and go to?
Are you of the same thing as me?
Long weekend has twisted my brain. 😂
May all beings be happy.

An Ape, Who?
I’m not an ape, dear Slapping others with gold bars. I’m a jeweller Who carves them, puts stones— for you Who slapped me with your gold bars.
Only human beings have ability to appreciate gifts. Those who do wrong to others with their gifts might be not yet human….
May all beings be happy….
