It is a good morning Maybe afternoon for you. This morning I still breathe blessings Wrapped by songs from the bird, Back home by hum of machines. Both are good In a blessed morning. Know, beloved That I remember you Who might enjoy the day And ready to welcome a weekend. Everything is good when in Ubud, I know everything is good Everywhere If we let blessings contaminate the air.
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when i breath fresh air, i feel more me
good morning from Puri Saraswati
not a water person but love seeing water, quiet morning in front of the pool with birds singing and voice of sweep stick raking the ground
good morning to a lazy snail
another one
good morning to the unknown neighbour that might be still sleeping
Sky invites me To swarm around a show That is glistened with colours In a Saturday night.
Rain almost falls But is held until the show ends Simply to tell me You are welcome.
These steps walk me To where blessings are. These breaths inhale me To where peace is.
Among the crowd I find a calmness With my own self I find merriness All is well All is good
I enjoy Saturday night in Central Ubud.
i normally stay rather far from city center of Ubud but this one night i wanted to stay in the city where dance performances are located in many different spots β this is the side gate of Puri Saraswati Dijiwa Ubud opening to the lotus garden
tonightβs performance in lotus garden was Tari Janger (janger dance), maybe next time ππΌ
i wanted to watch Legong Dance performance so i walked to Pura Saren Ubud which was 200 meters away from where i stayed
was the first to enter to get a seat in the 1st row and later found it was not at all the 1st row π
seeing the preps is already exciting!
musicians were getting ready
Tari Pendet (welcoming dance) β i learnt this dance as a child, felt like wanted to laugh remembering how funny i was dancing with my sister π
Tari Topeng #1 β sorry i donβt know the name; watching with many types of spectators whose joy might be over the limit and blocks othersβ view π
Tari Legong – the primary show ππΌ
Tari Legong β i wanted to watch this simply because i have a sleeping gown with legong dancer on it π
Tari Oleg Tamulilingan
Tari Kupu-Kupu (butterfly dance) inserted as part of Oleg Tamulilingan
Tari Oleg Tamulilingan (dancing bees)
Tari Oleg Tamulilingan (dancing bee)
Tari Topeng #2 β sorry i donβt know the name
we didnβt know who was behind the mask but he did perform so well and we enjoyed it π
thanks for the show! ππΌ happiness is an ambiance shareable with those we donβt know and we probably donβt care to know β God bless all π
In sanctuary, Where birds from paradise sing, Clear mirror reflectsβ
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Out of office is set meaning that work is safe-kept for a while. Only silence remains. Even my boss and my motherβ two whose calls Iβll never reject in normal situation canβt contact me. They know where I am so they wonβt contact me. π
All my postings will be automatically scheduled starting May 1.
I pray that you all be blessed with good life.
Salaam.
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my goddess, Saraswati π
just wanna be offline for a while πΈ
i love to be with those knowing how to reflect me and themselves clearly β₯οΈ
it is safe π
accompanied by two paradise birds in Ubud before starting my sacred silence tomorrow in Baturiti
Who are friends, my dear? The perfumers? The blacksmiths? Whoever, they smell.
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Disclaimer: I am not spreading Islamic teaching. I am just telling how fragrance and good friends have manifested in my life.
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The most frequent gift I give to my closest female circle is fragrance, either perfume or soap. Yesterday morning before meeting my best friends, I decided to browse some fragrance. As normal there is never preferred brand about perfume. It is always about a click in the heart.
Indeed happiness can cost some $/c although it might be too small and can be an insult if given as currency; yet it must cost attention and/or time to appreciate the same. So perfume is a best option β no one has complained so far.
What about soap? Only to those preferring soap to perfume
I am happy to make myself happy by making my circle happy because they have been making me happy. Imagine your friends feel good and be scented at the same time.
This I do because I follow literally beautiful hadith by the Prophet as below.
Abu Musa reported: The Prophet, peace and blessings be upon him, said, βVerily,the parable of good and bad company is that of a seller of musk and a blacksmith. The seller of musk will give you perfume, you will buy some, or you will notice a pleasant smell. As for the blacksmith, he will burn your clothes, or you will notice a bad smell.β
Source: αΉ’aαΈ₯Δ«αΈ₯ al-BukhΔrΔ« 5534, αΉ’aαΈ₯Δ«αΈ₯ Muslim 2628
Authenticity grade of hadith: Muttafaqun Alayhi (authenticity agreed upon) according to Al-Bukhari and Muslim
If homeβs made of dreams, Itβs green, warm and musical; Or nothing at all.
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exhausted like heaven! the toilets and cleanliness imprison me, the railway system bids me a farewell β not a perfect home of mine π Singapore and Indonesia is the best home of mine π
home is where new dreams are ready to come true π
There is great mountain Not deserved to climb How much ever best view will be up there. There is good hill Deserved to walk up How much ever others give up its ordinary view.
She decided to walk up the hill And found some big trees With singing birds and hopping squirrels Enjoying the breeze. There is enough space to have a picnic Until the sun sets beautifully.
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there is elevator in Osaka Castle so i should not skip climbing the castle as in Himeji Castle (said my colleague); yet i still didnβt as the queue was too long β walking the garden then having a fine dining with a good friend was a much better choice πΈ
thanks for your Osaka vibe; proven that Osaka is much warmer than Tokyo π see you again in June
Is life abundant? She asked. They said, When you have everything. She walked away, There was never everything In imperfection.
She says. Life is generous. They say, Because you have everything. She walks away, There is never perfection In everything.
Life is abundant, She agrees. They ask, Do you have everything? You are not perfect. She walks away, There is always perfection In anything imperfect.
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anger has long gone but sadness is still lingering like a hungry fox hunting a chicken π yet life is so generous to me offering sweet imperfection and simplest perfection that might be just a dream for those perfect perfection β so thank you as always! π
Every weekend This heart multiplies. They wander Everywhere Through music, pictures, poems and prayers Sending peace And love That might not be Returned. What a sweet weekend!
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although youβve targeted me with uncertainty, (pic: Banksyβs)
although you prefer war (pic: Banksyβs)
although you ignorantly hijack the love, (pic: Banksyβs)
sweet heart is still what you deserve,
no missile but beautiful heartshould be sent to you (pic: Banksyβs)
freshened and showered with warm heart is your right
at the end a bunch of flowers will be thrown to you (pic: Banksyβs)
hahahahaβ¦. i am always laughed by my best friends for constantly being βlove sickβ (pic: Banksyβs)
Jeepney On the busy lanes Tough and in style Like a rascal Chasing Wild kites
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What about Manila that makes me feel home other than those dedicated working partners and turon (fried banana)?
Jeepney!
My childhood town used to have public transportation exactly like Philippinesβ Jeepney; we called them PC (pronounce as βpay sayβ in English phonetics). They were everyoneβs favourite for the space, air circulation and low price. Pak Sugeng was one PC owner cum driver who became all womenβs sweetheart for his patience to wait for those women doing their errands in the central market and his helpfulness to lift all the shopped goods. What a good day it was!
Now Philippines is the blessed country with Jeepney. These ex wat vehicles during World War Ii are truly reliable and strong means of transportation for the people there. I took Jeepney once when having opportunity to visit Lapu-Lapu City in 2012. I think I paid for PHP50 for the ride!
Jeepney should be kept as a social heritage. It is unique, historical and supporting the life of those surrounding.
This vehicle is relevant for those with high resilience and survival spirit like Filipino and Indonesian!
Thank you, Manila and its surrounding for the friendship and lessons.
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silver Jeepney
green Jeepney
turquoise Jeepney
Quezon Cityβs traffic: look at the fragile egg tray that is paradoxical with the sturdy Jeepney
What is dream weekend? Mine is A walk in the green, Smiles under the blue, Jokes with warm sun, Chats with cool breeze, Glanced by rice herons, Chased by crazy ducks, Followed by spoiled dog, Side by side with good friends, Wrapped up with 5-cent luxury in banana leaf And huge thanks to Whomever-whomever.
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i rented a room in a Balinese banjar belonging to a family β it is living as a Balinese in Central Ubud π hey, Pongky! letβs go to the rice field, buddy!
Mount Agung and Mount Batur from distance π
ducks are herded in rice field here – beautiful scenery π
how beautiful you are! π
a farmer burning the dried rice stalk to sterilize the land β donβt say what you donβt know like carbon footprint, what he does is a natural process and nothing compared to what all the industries have done to Mother Earth
turn left
turn right
go straight
follow the flow within, dear self
hi, rice herons! i was blessed to see you π
my best friend said βthatβs your dream island in the middle of rice field!β π
she also said βare you sure not moving to Ubud someday?β i said βi love the rice field of Ubud but when i retire i guess it is gone, so let me enjoy my tiny greenery in Yogyakarta, we can always give friendly visit to each otherβ π
water hyacinths
pisang kipas (Ravenala madagascariensis)
big brands building their hotels in the valley – greenery, please survive ππΌ or you might be gone when i retire
my breakfast was for 5 cent! π nasi jinggo ubi (rice with some yellow sweet yam β clean, tasty and cheap: thatβs food in Bali and Jogja π
Fly, leaf with the wind Pushing you to where you go For joy and safety.
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near the wing, near the emergency exit β both safe area yet the most critical for action, while extremely sleepy; it doesnβt matter, the passenger (in mask) sitting next to me said βlet me open it in case of emergency, you may sleepβ β what a nice flight: sleeping in a calm flight, guarded by an unknown angel ππΌ
Prime time must be secured, Said they. Wait! In what definition? Time to get mature? Time to board the flight? Time to earn TV ads?
Time to be patient.
Itβs this time Yet No time primarily.
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At young age I was told that there were 3 types of need: primary, secondary and tertiary in which primary included shelter, clothing and food. Now my primary need increases to 4 with internet connection added. On the same floor of my apartment there are at least 17 wifi links connectible or locked including mine. My motherβs house has been installed with wifi so she can enjoy more information and entertainment, her grandchildren can play games freely when staying overnight, her daughter (me) can work with ease when visiting and (i guess knowing my motherβs (over)generosity) so some next door neighboursβ children can sneak the wifi to browse around from their homes.
While GOOD internet connection is a primary need in some places, it is still secondary in some others. Outside Singapore (even when traveling to Japan) I feel βtorturedβ by the low speed. In Indonesia (oh people will all have patience as their super power after dealing with the internet connection outside prominent cities) and other South East Asia countries (please, Singapore might be a European country lost among us) good internet connection might be secondary or even tertiary.
Uh and oh are my normal expressions when I spend my holiday or long weekends in my motherβs house. My nephews and nieces who visited me in Singapore has claimed βThere is no word βloadingβ in your home. In here you have to wait for a while because loading is a must process. Be patient. Be patient. Be patient, dear. Hahahaβ¦.β π
And yes, some work cannot wait but have to wait until I arrive home because internet connection is not yet a primary service every time everywhere.
Salaamβ¦.
i told my nephews and nieces to be patient in some situations; yet when dealing with internet connection for work, everything nice about being patient is just a meme to me π
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 π₯ especially with very slim memories in store π
Dear, day. Do you know that I never stop waiting for you? When my watch ticks a second, My heart drips a note, My pulse vibrates softly, I know I am closer to you.
Dear, day. Do you know that every part of you blesses me? When morning breaks, Noon flares, Dusk fades to night, I know the next you is waiting For me.
Day oh day Many I canβt understand, Much I canβt decipher, Little I can see, Very few I can give Yet I still hope To meet you again.
Dear, day. How I am blessed with family, Gifted with friends, Sufficed with this self, You are still the one Sung by this heart. Sunday Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday Saturday All have been today And never faded away.
I am blessed, day With another you In the best way.
And for you I am grateful.
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as dark as serene night
as shadowy as calm dusk
as bright as each and every morning
she is well protected under the shade of glorious sunflowers π
dear sunflower π
and the white drops of details
when all glass vases are prioritised for orchid roots, fondue pot be todayβs best choice π
all must be got rid of in order for the flower arrangement to get a spacious and βcleanβ background β there is always thing to prioritise; if it is not you, donβt feel bad β itβs just like that everyday so just be blessed with becoming either 0 or 1 in this binary world π
This life is a library Keeping all collections, Reference to public, Exclusive to a lover, One lover. The Belovedβ
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 Iβll 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 β we are all writers, librarians and readers π
Free will? What is that? This breath is what you blow in to me to love you.
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Realising more and more that her life is free of free will; she needs causes and reasons to do anything she does even for her brain to think about what things to think ofβ there is a bond invisible and invincible.
She surrenders to the bond. π
Happy weekend.
Salaam.
two new buds not coming out of free will π₯° there are reasons, there are causes
In a bright corner sheβs seen. The sun sends her light reflecting bright life.
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this is more than enough to put me in a good mood after a long trip; she delivers a stem of buds after moved to a corner where sun greets her directly β thank you!
Does heaven and earth exist other than in a loverβs smile? Yes. Dream.
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although not there, I still seek heaven and earth in you through my dream π₯° happy new year to the other time zones until every spot on earth is covered by Jan 1, 2023
rike jokanan 
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