Tag: weekend

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

		
Learning, love, Poetic, This Person
	


	

		

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

		
Learning, life, love, Poetic, This Person
	


	

		

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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Fun

		
Learning, life, This Person
	


	

		

Fun under the sun,
Running, walking in circle.
Happy finisher—
































my 1st 5K





fun!

			


	


				
					


	

		
		
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

			


	


				
					

				
					


	

		
		
Green

		
Learning, life, Poetic, This Person
	


	

		

I'm green, Beloved
Standing as young as a tree
After a shower.



























being green is freshly thinking based on what’s my breathing brought me: peace & acceptance

			


	


				
					


	

		
		
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

			


	


				
					

				
					

				
					

				
					

				
					


	

		
		
The Wolf to The Moon

		
Learning, love, Poetic
	


	

		

The wolf to the moon
"I miss you, the eye of nights."
She sets, counting days.



























time starts with the count of a rise



























love starts with the count of a prayer



























trust starts with letting go



























space starts with acceptance






















you & I starts when both howl in unison — calling what’s the moon is hiding

			


	


				
					

				
					


	

		
		
The Cave

		
Learning, life
	


	

		

Where is the quiet cave
Where I can read books, sleeping?
It's where trust is lost.






















if I’m to live in a cave, l’d like to be in a cave with a library & a kitchenette

			


	


				
					


	

		
		
Sunset

		
Learning, Poetic
	


	

		

Sunset, Beloved
Whose Colours blanket this heart--
Everything adds up.



























today’s sunset from my shower cubicle

			


	


				
					


	

		
		
Book of Love

		
Learning, love, Poetic
	


	

		

This book of love, Love
Its pages whisper your names.
Beauty, Majesty--



























thanks for the space in life in which emptiness is truly not the empty

			


	


				
					


	

		
		
Between Raindrops

		
Learning, love, Poetic
	


	

		

Between raindrops, Love
I find hope and fear meet up
To climb a mountain.



























feeling the gap between raindrops isn’t as easy as clapping hands 🍀

			


	


				
					


	

		
		
Noise

		
Learning, This Person
	


	

		

A noise, Beloved
In the ears, never within--
Gap of a light speed.



























sometimes a noise is a vibe that triggers a good rest, just like TV screen at my childhood — at that time there was only 1 TV station belonging to the Govt & at midnight after “Berita Terakhir” our TV screen would be full of “buzzing ants” like the above picture 😁

			


	


				
					


	

		
		
Destined

		
Learning, Map It!
	


	

		

It's destined, my love
Feet walk to where heart is pulled.
Where brain runs no more--



























Ratianah Kebaya is always a nice place where I talk to both Ratianah & Putri, 2 Singaporean friends who share the same attention as mine: “batik & kebaya” ☺️



























Wardah Books, visitors seen from the staircase 💕



























legendary staircase, more than 100 years



























trust me you’ll like everyone serving you in this corner — either brother or sister, one is always reminding me “you have some roses, do you want to spend it today for your books?” and my answer is mostly “no, thank you not today; next time when enough to buy a set of books” 🍀



























croissant from konditori



























some people said kebaya & blue jeans won’t go well – to me it’s a perfect match even when looking blur 😁