Roses, Beloved Gift born by Mother Nature. A beau with sharp thornsβ
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When you love a flower, let it stay in its tree until it passes away by the warmth of the day prince and the coolness of the night queen. It deserves nothing but appreciation; admiration is too fake for a shirt life of a rose.
Weekend, weekend! Very looong weekend!
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keep practicing, not for perfection but for character π
Beauty, Beloved Bodily fades. Beauty stays Only as value: Commitment, integrity. Forever? Yes, forever.
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I wonβt exchange anything in me with anything from any other beautiful, rich, sexy women who look happier and more successful because I love the way Mother Nature presents life through this very journey.
Watching physical deterioration is provoking yet amazing. Seeing my own picture from small girl to adult mature, it takes courage to tell myself that who was radiantly strong has grown to this dully weak. At the same time it takes courage to tell myself that who was carelessly egotistical has grown to this wisely humble.
Thanks so much for all the lessons and gifts. I wonβt regret. π£
May all beings be happy.
Dedicated to: scammers who never stop trying stealing from others in one way or another – if you donβt have money, just stop shopping, donβt use othersβ to satisfy your impulsive buying, lazybones!
this old guy is clear and accurate, the other two favourite: the apartment doorman and the psychologist – different spectrum of covert beauty
A gift, Beloved, From hands with a heart tested Through time to well shineβ
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Giving is one of human nature that can fade away if the hands and the heart are let be corroded by calculation and distrust.
Itβs a gift to have hands loaded with loving and caring heart or heart equipped with loving and caring hands with very little if not any calculation and distrust. Train yourself, dear self to be generous. Just donβt get trapped by scammers who never stop trying to leak tanks. π
Alfatihah.
first medium size canvas (30×30) – preparing a painting for one good neighbour in Singapore
Perfect, Beloved Indication of moments, Not about othersβ
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I thought there was perfection but then life showed me that the only thing truly modified by the word perfect is time or in some situation called moment. Other than those two creatures are never essentially perfect, they are perfect through some agreed points of view.
When it is over, it is perfectly done – time is up. When it is cut, it is perfectly completed – time is up.
And I accept a βtime is upβ sincerely or forcefully. A let go. A move on. A celebration. A moment to remember. A memory to save.
Oh lifeβ¦. A set of perfect moments you are!
Thank you!
how do you hide imperfect look? make it black and white, thatβs exactly what some human beings do to judge others – black, white β or, slice the thing, donβt see big picture and perfection is as if there π§
Good life, Beloved Surrounded by them most loved In green serene airβ
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I like to tell some colleagues that Iβll be the host for our reunion dinner in my home 15 years from now. It must be a good time to talk about how weβre doing what weβre doing.
Though not soon, βm looking forward to a long life to make it happen.
See you in a green serene garden, fellas! π₯³
water, greenery, away from parties – life as I love it π – one spot in Singapore Botanic Garden π
Away from real life In real life: watching movieβ One perfect weekend!
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Good movie is not always that with good cinematography quality, to me good movie is one released and on when there are many to run away from for some time in real life. Sitting in a huge space among those we donβt know feels like a freedom with responsible limit: we enjoy ourselves and try our best not to disturb others who are enjoying the same thing with us in different way β some people scream watching some scenes, I simply close eyes and block ears; some giggle, I laugh loudly; others eat and drink, I enjoy Fishermanβs Friend, and so on, and so forth.
Life is full of blessings if we can see it from the right point of view.
Salaam.
the best place to run away from reality: theatre π₯°
Itβs dark, Beloved, Iβm afraid. Where should I go? Walk through the shushed wind.
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One wise teacher said,βYour path might be dark and you canβt see anything but donβt worry, my child as the hearing works without the light.
Listen. Listen carefullyβ.
at times I should thank the pandemicβ¦. for making this area the least crowded, so quiet, only sound of water then hair dryerβ¦. the rest is silent airβ£οΈ
My palate is greedy yet very loving and worth loving. It tells me to eat more tasty food although Iβm not hungry. In Ramadhan it whispers to me, coaxing me to βcollect good-looking foodβ on the day to reward my good deed through breakfast (ifthar). Damn good influencer!
Dear, Ms Palate. At least please support my weight loss program. π
pizza, good when rather hot β ordered at lunch time in the office at 1:25pmheated pizza at home at 7:12pm β good? slightly dry but good!
I learn about fasting gradually, starting from childβs fasting to earn presents then knowing it as shoum then as shiyam. All refer to the same activity but have different level of loaded meanings. In Arabic when word is added with one letter, the type of word changes, the voice changes and the depth or load of meaning also changes. The word Ψ΅ΩΩ (shoum) has three letters, while Ψ΅ΩΨ§Ω (shiyam) consists of four letters. Therefore, the word shiyam has a deeper meaning than the word shoum. There are even some circles that distinguish the meaning of the two words.
The word shiyam means to refrain from things that cancel (eating, drinking, sexual intercourse) performed with good intention, while the word shoum means leaving things that cancel fasting or not talking. In the Quran the word shoum can be found when Maryam the mother of Prophet Isa (Jesus) intended to stop eating and talking after the birth of him. While shiyam can be found as an instruction to do fasting in Ramadhan month.
I wish my fasting flies to the place where even Angel Gabriel (Jibril) canβt go in then my fasting goes back bringing me better understanding of how a human being should serve the living.
May all beings be happy.
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my big breakfast of today, oops greedy stomach π
Life can be seen from many different perspectives. It can look bitter, sometimes sweet but the level of bitterness and sweetness is not standardisable. If someone wants to set a standard of bitterness based on her/his limit, s/he will suffer for her/himself. π
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there is a limit of sweetness that everyone can tolerate – donβt judge β£οΈβ¦. to this! sweet boba!from this: tapioca starch, cocoa powder, brown sugar
There is a crystal clear ribbon Flying through a cavity Bringing a message About love To whom I say βThis painting is made for you from the first stroke to the last dot in the artistβs signature.β
Iβm mixing colours to find the best hue to paint you. Iβm balancing the real and unreal to find the vibe of you. Iβm panning my own work to find if this is truly a gift or stolen relic from you.
I keep these hands engraving But eyes focusing on you. All to find you.
And every second I can see myself reading another message on another ribbon: βIs this a hide-and-seek? Or simply a peek-a-boo?β
Ahh! You maybe only smile, enjoying the scene of how funny this could be.
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wonβt stop learning how to depict whatβs in mind on physical media πΌ
Nights and days are the consequences of sun and moon fixed courses. Or is it the other way around: sun and moon fixed courses are existing due to the need of nights and days in this particular planet.
Many say day is for activities, night is for resting. I donβt deny but I have my own interpretation of activities and resting. Activity is when all my concentration is for transactional economy, resting is when my concentration is for relaxation and personal. Rest day? Of course all my rest days will become nights. π
Thanks for giving me days and nights.
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βkembang ganyongβ will fill the Ramadhan nights
Ramadhan is starting tomorrow, itβs my 38th year in which I do full fasting. Iβm so grateful with this achievement. Achievement? Yes! Imagine for one full month during the day we donβt drink, we donβt eat, we donβt smoke, we donβt sex, we donβt let out uncontrolled emotion, we simply hold whatever we normally let out easily with no delay. We are human beings though, we can do all those at night. Ahem!
As a Javanese Muslim welcoming Ramadhan is as special as the fasting itself. We welcome the Ramadhan with a small celebration called megengan which literally means holding (esp. the breath).
In megengan a Javanese family will deliver a basket of rice with dishes to neighbours and extended family members living separately. While each family can choose what they share, there is one must specialty in this occasional delivery so called βapemβ in Javanese or βkue apamβ in Bahasa Indonesia or Malay.
Apem is steamed cake whose ingredients are rice flour, coconut milk, coconut water, yeast, sago starch and some sugar.
The word apem is derived from the word βafwunβ (an Arabic word) meaning apology. Why apology? In Ramadhan when a Muslim is fasting, s/he is not only holding her/himself from hunger, thirst, lust, uncontrolled anger, and exercising her/his integrity; but s/he is also recommended to contemplate her/his own βaction recordsβ for the past one year. It is not easy for one to bear the guilt during the contemplation, so it is recommended for a Muslim before Ramadhan to apologise to their family and friends or to whomever s/he did wrongdoing, to ease the contemplation process. As it might not be easy to say sorry through a naked word, Javanese Muslim will include a symbolic apology in the food called apem when they deliver the whole food package. Everyone knows what it is, what it doesβ it is up to each person whether or not to accept the apology. And there they go starting the fasting month with a light heart to physically, mentally and spiritually exercise her/himself for one full month.
I used to think that that celebration was a waste of food. For one week I used to see sooooo many plastic and bamboo baskets piled up in our dining table and shelves β all those megengan packages which would be eaten just a bit and end up given to our chickens at the back yard. Fyi, the apem is never wasted though as every family has different taste and ways of how to make their best apem – maybe itβs a symbol that everyone is taking the apology seriously. I used to say to my mom that megengan was more about chickens celebrating than human beings celebrating. However after I understand what is symbolised through those simple deliveries, I highly appreciate the way we Javanese hold the integrity through our humble tradition.
I used to tell my mother to not do it, but now Iβve always been a reminder to her to not forget doing it and done it myself although Iβm living around those not familiar with this tradition. I normally cook some simple food for the cleaning ladies and the gardeners who are assigned in the block two days before Ramadhan. Unfortunately minus the apem, simply because I am not confident enough to make my own apem. Tried this year though and failed π
I promise to myself that this year is gonna be a good Ramadhan.
Welcome, month of holding, month of exercising integrity. It might not be always easy but doable.
Iβm sending out apology to all the people having felt hurt by me. Iβm sorry with my heart and soul in naked words. ππΌ
May all beings be happy.
my private megengan in 2022 minus rice, the white one is my own first apem in life – taste good but imperfect texture π₯°
Sunset doesnβt suddenly come. It sets as a process slowly through time. Just like this life: before birthβ¦ then birth, infant, child, teenager, adult, old, end of life β aging before the great divide coming
Some wise men said to me βdeath should be thought of as an ordinary thing, it shouldnβt be afraid ofβ. Not easy, it invites fright of uncertainty to me personally, but death has become a relevant thing to ponder at my age β Iβll be 50 a couple of years soon. π₯³ Although I am not prone to heaven and hell after life, I believe there is another cycle of life after the physical death whose quality depends on how the earth life is enjoyed and celebrated. A huge enigma!
Good thought that has motivated me to see death positively is a chance to be beautifully remembered by those loving me. Iβm not afraid of being disliked by some (even those that I love) because I know I am loved by those whose life Iβve touched. Enjoying life to the fullest joyfully and responsibly is both a game and a goal at the same time. I donβt regret what Iβve done because there is always lesson behind. Now I just want to be a human being around human beings who appreciate each other properly and help each other grow.
Who doesnβt want to be like a sunset whose existence is realised and enjoyed by those who can sense the scene and the moment? No one.
May all beings be happy.
Damn! Iβm being melancholic for just a bit. π₯°
hey, Sun! thank you for sharing a moment and being a reminder
Sometimes she doesnβt know why she feels a blissful joy. She tries her best to find a reason but seems to fail. When people ask why she looks radiant on certain day, she will just say I love the food, I love the weather, I love this, I love that β simply for courtesy with a bit of honesty compromised due to inability to give exact reason.
Perhaps the reason is because the footprints of falling in love is greater than the scars of broken heart. Alas! It might not be. Or, it might be. Come on, it might not be. Ah! Thatβs not important.
Oh? She doesnβt know. And it is ok to feel that way – blissfully joyful with unknown reason like when she is falling in love, unreasonable β her love did go to that that she never ever thought of getting on the way then suddenly gone away.
Tragic comedy! π
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guess why happy? the salad counter is at least 50% open! eyes canβt hide a smile π
Many people love laughing at funny jokes and at themselves. Yet secretly perhaps they feel some jokes are crossing the line. I myself donβt always tell those friends who make either impolite or improper jokes about me or about someone/something in front of me especially when I know they donβt have sensitivity to listen to othersβ feedback. Bitter smiles or sharp shrugging then making effort to change the topics are my bad strategy – yes, Iβm a coward and (to some extent) stupid. So far most friends know but some new people donβt (want to) know and keep acting funny with their own limits making fun of others.
There is always a limit; however some limits are not easy to define and pertaining to private life and can only be understood by the individual. Moreover, where privacy is already βco-ownedβ by public (celebrity, politician, spiritual leaders, etc), the limit might be vague, misunderstood or disagreeable.
Harassment, publicly, privately, verbally, mentally, physically are all not acceptable. Verbal one sounds less painful but hey! No one wants oneβs family members to be fooled around and laughed out loud if itβs related to disability or illness.
And hey! A slap on the face can be medically treated especially if not severe BUT the embarrassment and resentment can sustain. Oh hey! Sometimes it can be well capitalizedβ¦. Especially in that particular place where money is the foundation of almost everything.
In a nutshell both are violence!
Punchline got punched!
Ouch! Ouch! Ooouuuch!!!
oh my God! that must have been a combination of pain and embarrassment – for both sides
Once I had a chat about βTouch βn Goβ card of Malaysia. One Malaysian friend made what he called a joke βLife is like touch and go la. You touch then you go la. As long as you pay, it is ok! The problem is after touch and go, you realise you run out of fuel and there is no gas station there, then you are stranded in the middle of nowhere.β None of us laughed. He said βAlamak! You all donβt get it la! Boyβs joke, boyβs joke!β
Only today I can really get it. I should text him to confirm a fresh understanding. He must be happy receiving a message from a long lost friend who is now βsmart enoughβ. π
I prefer not to live like βtouch and go in nice carsβ touching here and there for temporary pleasure then losing the ability to detach from irresponsible people who can only suck joy out from my only self through the excessively irresponsible exchange of memories. I prefer βgoing on footβ consciously although it looks less luxurious.
βd only build precious memories with those reciprocally loving me and not playing touch and go π
When I was a girl, I got sick very often. Yet what I remember the most isnβt the pain but is how my family would take care of me. Of course they medically treated me either at home or hospitalised, but there was a unique way I can never forget what my mother, father and siblings did extra.
My father would chant Javanese mantra that would calm me down. My mother would wrap me with a sheet of batik cloth before putting the next thicker blanket. And of course siblings especially sisters would sleep with me the whole night.
What Javanese mantra chanted by father? Oh canβt remember! What batik, I definitely remember it and now own it for the same need; covering myself with batik gringsing when sick.
1.2mx2.3m batik cloth with gringsing background pattern of flower bouquets
Gringsing is one of the oldest batik background patterns in Java. It is thousands of tiny square with a dot in the center symbolising βsedulur papat kalima pancerβ (literally means 4 siblings and 1 core as the fifth) the cosmic balance of human reality in Javanese wisdom. And through the philosophy it is believed that when a Javanese human is sick, s/he is cosmically imbalanced and needs to be balanced. Physically s/he is medically treated, metaphysically s/he is cured with gringsing the balance symbol.
Gringsing is an acronym of gring or gering (sick, not well, ill) and sing (not); gringsing means not sick anymore. Oh! That simple! Made by hand! Oh! Not that simple!
What a blessed human being!
wrapping body when catching fever doesnβt replace paracetamol, itβs to recall the memory of how my family well treated me when I was sick π₯°detail of gringsing: a tiny squarish scale with a dot in the center – sedulur 4 ka-5 pancer
Respect each other as all of us have become us with no choice but traveling the paths weβve agreed to sign up. Early termination doesnβt apply; life is about starting and completing whatβs written.
Jika kita lahir dan tumbuh sebagai kata-kata, saya akan selalu menggarisbawahi kamu seperti kata yang saya anggap penting, meski kamu nanti mencetak miring saya seperti kata yang tak dikenal dan asing. (part of a poem by Adimas Immanuel)
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