graphs of my Universe
I called your name
Boldly
I called your name
Loudly
I called your name
Sweetly
I called your name
Softly
I called you so you heard me.
I call your name
In silence
I call your name
Silently
I call your name
Melodiously
I call your name
Secretly
I call your name so you be there.
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a little bird on 11:11 at 11:11
It’s
You
I
Love
Most
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two things I love the most about Japan: lining-up footwear and toilet! 😍 aahhh and you…. 😃
It is not out there
What is searched is here waiting.
A centred spark—
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keep centred — thanks, Beloved for all the blessings
💕
no one can shake an ancient rock
This serene moment
Has brought me joy
That sparks beauty
Anywhere I am.
Let them interpret
A picture
As they wish.
That is their life.
Mine is here and now.
No one is accurate
In defining me
As serenity, joy and beauty
Is a luxury
Differently designed
For each of reality.
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a line of serenity
me and myself in joy
even when tilting, my eyes see beauty 💕 not your definition of beauty, it is mine and mine only
You’re my melody
Dancing on the heart surface
Hurting me deeply.
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so cute I can’t eat it 😍 Sanrio’s My Melody
There’s a vibe within
Spreading a home everywhere.
Close yet so remote—
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most of my friends think I would always visit big cities with all the luxurious and sparkling night life when visiting Japan; yet they’re wrong as many of places I’ve visited are rural areas where no Hyatt, Shangri-La, and other big chains of hospitality brands are planted — I will usually stay in local hotels, meet humble kind genuine Japanese who don’t speak English and are willing to converse with my broken Japanese, listen to stories that impress me of how all human beings are basically struggle in life
not all Japanese are like the one I met some time ago whose rich life has formed one prouder and less kind than I thought one was 😌
feeling so blessed in a remote area in Gobo — let’s work wonder tomorrow, good people 🙏🏼
One talk to the self.
Alone among cheering crowd.
Peaceful in the noise—
——
it was a beautiful night with myself among the crowd 💕
Red leaves falling off
Celebrate green through the wind.
A cycle of life—
——
red leaves before falling off
What’s drying
Won’t relive.
It’s just flying
To meet a new home
Where soul sweetly greets,
Where heart warmly embraces.
I don’t want to mourn,
I close all doors,
I just want to doze off.
There’s no wish anymore.
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dreams flying with the drying heart
drying grass and it’s beautiful – Hakone, Japan
Which way will you take?
All go to where love resides.
The ways are waiting.
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Tokyo at a glance
Brings me a shadow of you
Longing for a home.
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sightseeing 😍
(affordable) sushi so far is only nice in Japan 😊
made one once and will make it again someday 😍
Fall is falling leaves.
They are reddened and gliding
To kiss the lover.
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autumn in Kyoto
If there is a space,
I won’t fill it with a thing
But scents and colours
So it’s full but still roomy
For you to glow in my sky.
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photo of universe from Wikipedia
If someday the age counts no more;
I want to be remembered as
A girl who resides in an old soul,
A woman who cradles teen’s heart,
A foe who wins with no glories,
A friend who shares joy,
A sister who carries responsibilities,
A daughter who pays homage,
A human being who makes mistakes,
A nobody who learns lessons,
A fool who scavenges wisdom.
And that’s what I will call
Alive.
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hidden grey hair and new spectacles made my day; finally giving up to progressive lenses after 4 years of denying that my eyes are not young anymore — enjoying a bowl of Vietnamese pho bo shot candid by a friend visiting from Jakarta — so blessed to be almost 50 with the heart of teen 😂🎉😎
When heart is joyful,
It radiates through senses.
Deli from my heart—
——
gudheg ayam ala Rike ♥️ — light and bright, my must-eat for all my family and friends visiting me
most of feedback: can you make it saltier 💕
tempe kemul aka blanketed tempe — yummy like in heaven!
today’s lunch box — leftover of gudheg ayam, rambutan and mini banana 💚
Through numbers I see
How happy human beings are
Zigzagging among their dreams,
Excusing to leave what is.
With numbers I hear
How flowing rivers are
Splashing over the rocks and debris,
Calming by the wind.
One number in this equation
Suddenly disappeared.
No. It faded away.
Ya. Getting confused.
Dear
Number,
Fade away.
Find your way.
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I love numbers, not necessarily through Math but playing with them feels like swimming in an ocean of never-ending possibilities — yet my favourite ones are still 1, 7 and 9 with no logical reasons at all
there is no reason to love you
yet there are ones to not fight for that love
Love you…. Whoohoo!!! 😃😂💕😘
Do you believe in prophesy
Where fog lingers down the hill
Leaving feet walk alone,
No light,
No eyesight,
No pathway seen,
Only heart listening
To the wind rustling
Flying leaves to
The North Star?
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This artwork by Ichwan Noor is named “Bedhaya Kinjeng Wesi”
Bedhaya: a Javanese sacred dance (usually composed by a king to be) performed by at least 9 female dancers or bigger odd numbers
Kinjeng: Javanese word for dragonfly
Wesi: Javanese word for iron
Kinjeng wesi (iron dragonfly) is a phrase that appeared in one Javanese prophesy telling that the area where Yogyakarta International Airport is now located is the area mentioned to be the nest of iron dragonflies
Do I believe? Not so much. Yet it is always entertaining to talk about what the old days predict about nowadays.
I don’t have so much expectation that Yogyakarta will be a busy tourist spot (I don’t want it to lose more and more genuineness and originality of culture and traditions) — yet I hope at least there will be more flights from and to Singapore in that new airport.
💕
You’re gorgeous
Yet beyond reach.
You ignore me
Even in one sweetest dream.
“Wakey! Wakey!”
Every alarm clock screams wildly.
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one of my best friends innocently thought I am in a date with a handsome intelligent man — I wish to the moon and back to date someone ordinary like this Rege in warm clothes smiling subtly 🥹♥️😃
I am glad that my best friend for the first time didn’t know someone in the news! 💕
the Rege I won’t prefer – party goer, glamorous dude, everyone’s charmer 😂
Where is home?
It is where roses dry out
Silently on a table
With their colours and shapes.
Where is home?
It is also where roses grow
Peacefully in the garden
With their beauty and scent.
Where is home?
It is where roses are
Sincerely exist in life
With their space and time.
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left it on Oct 24 evening, will meet them again on Oct 30 morning in a home
💕
If not because of
Love,
This soul won’t soar,
This heart won’t throb,
This head won’t radiate,
These palms won’t trust sensations.
If because of
Love all are alive,
And so
I fall in
Love
Every single
Day
With
You.
The same
You
Over and over
Again.
——
falling in love is everyday whole year like butternut squash 💕
picture: RC Gorman’s work of art
There are waves that breathe
Fanning the flame flickering
Eternally within.
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RC Gorman’s work of art
Coincidences,
Unexplained experience
In one fast crossroad
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‘M supposed to watch Coldplay in Japan with Vito, my nephew. We’d planned the trip since May; he passed away in July. Feeling desperate and not wanting to go alone, I was about to cancel the trip when coincidently one best friend said she wanted to visit me in Singapore in the week of the supposed-to-be-cancelled trip. I offered her a free Coldplay ticket to go with me. She agreed! And so the trip cancellation didn’t happen. 💕
I am still selecting which photo of his is the best to bring. I want to take picture with his picture before, during and after Coldplay concert and wherever we would have been going in Japan.
Sometimes we live to walk on others’ dreams and those who have the dreams must let go off their dream to be walked on by others. That’s why I always want to live my life with true dedication as not everyone has the opportunity to live this long.
For those living chasing dreams, you can!
For those leaving with some dreams behind, your dreams are cherished by your beloved!
Rest in love, dear boy.
Salam.
my life is a chain of ordinary acts, rare sprinkles of drama and magical coincidences — unexplainable except that I am blessed with all the problems and solutions 💕
Today’s a good day
To breathe what’s good and what’s not.
Tasting in balance—
——
my friend in Ubud packed some ready-to-fry cassava — good!
I wish to meet you
And greet each other sweetly
Where sun looks red round.
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sometimes I imagine I meet a long lost friend in one busy airport and we greet each other —- “long time no see, let’s have some tea!”
(Changi Airport picture – Rain Vortex)
Sometimes it feels dizzy
To look things as presented
Then I flip upside down
Things are weird
You become so within reach.
Once the twig cracked and broke,
I fell down
And you were nowhere to find
Before talking
Without goodbye.
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i’m a fool
Pearls sliding down
The slope of this face
End in a clear lake
Reflecting a tiny shadow
Of my singing heart
About this journey
About the weak
About the unprotected
About the underprivileged
About those
Who are turned to a line of batteries
To charge a machine
Called
Greed.
Wet my cheeks,
Flood my heart,
Keep me clear
So I can see what is.
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choosing to spread smiles and to silently recite unchained melody of peace and love to those 💕 the least I can do
my praying heart goes to those civilians especially those underprivileged, weak, unprotected, betrayed anywhere they are on Mother Earth
May all beings be happy. Free from suffering.
🙏🏼
(picture from Pinterest)
I live here
On a wandering planet
Where sunflower grows
Looking up the sun
With no question
Until maturity arrives
And she will face only the east
Where hope rises.
Indeed.
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(picture from Pinterest)
Life is prancing in a rainy day.
Arrows of raindrops race sprinkling down.
Splashes of mud jump up to the boots.
Raincoat waves to the wind.
Rucksack, a pendulum on the back.
I don’t want to pretend.
It is cold.
It is dirty.
It is wet.
Yet I wave with my hair,
I celebrate with my head,
I dance with my body,
I prance in the weather.
Life is rain
Fertilising grass on this path,
Cooling down a hot day,
Washing off fear,
Disguising tears.
There is nothing like a rainy day
With which I prance all the way.
——
it takes 48 years for me to finally realise that life has blessed me all the way
(picture from Pinterest)
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