Tag: weekend

A point, Beloved,
With which a view is perceived.
Welcome, clarity.

clear and clean

Better?

She asks what's better
Today or next life? The same--
If it is the same.

what can be better than tempe with good friends around? both are at the same level of comfort

💕

Blessed

Learning, love, Poetic, This Person, Those People

She's blessed, Beloved
In the name of none but love
By those knowing love.

almost done with the packing — short getaway somewhere connected with 1-week biz trip to KL

i’ve been in good mood

this was the first time i was kissed and hugged by the CFO of a company after a closing meeting — she said she had heard my name from other counterparts in other branches and she liked the way i defended my standpoint; or, probably she was just being a mother who remembered her daughter

thank you, YW; you are blessed

You

When I found you,
It was a spellbound day.
The feel of being bewitched,
Charmed, tormented and blessed at the time brought me a big question.
What is this?
A dream?
A mirage?
An illusion?
Another test?
There will be a day
To judge if
You materialise or
You fade away.

You

If there is a mystery, it is
You.
You appear in the door of my heart
As a surprise.
Is that really you?
Or a ghost assigned to test?
If it is truly you, be you.
If it is a ghost, be gone.

You

Although everyday
I want to say to
You anything I want to say
But say not as I bet
You know how I feel,
You know what I wish,
You know whom I miss,
You know and
You know.

One day heaven knows which day
I will say to
You anything I want to say
Everyday although
You know how I feel,
You know what I wish,
You know whom I miss,
You know and
You know.

You

That I miss
You is out of question.
Yet does it matter if
You have one closest place within me
Where I can whisper to
You about stories of my daily hope,
About  plans beyond my here now?
Only to
You--

I don't have to shout to the world about how much I wish to be with
You because
They don't need to know.

I don't have to show to the audience about how much I wish to hear from
You because
This softest prayer is one of the most clangorous wishes.

You

They say loving intensely is a waste.
No.
Loving you intensely is simply
Throwing you a sweet smile,
Holding your hand,
Walking with you,
Sitting in silence next to you,
Staring the same scenery,
Breathing the same air,
Humming a tune that some day heaven knows which day
Only love does matter.

About Books

Learning, Poetic, This Person

What are you reading today?
Said I to myself.

I did read pages of books
Seen in my favourite bookstore,
Met in MRT, the mall, the restaurant and on my way.
They all were read by me that life is either difficult or light, easy or heavy,
Yet none wanted to leave among the disarray.

Do they love their life?
Maybe yes, maybe no
But they were willing to stay,
Living in their own way
To finish writing their stories
With a
Happy ending.

How should I write my book?
I plan a 
Happy ending
When only love matters.
In the writing
I use my own letters.

the 3 on top must be completed by end of Oct then i will read other thinner books; otherwise i can’t achieve 2024’s reading target — i am competing with myself to achieve better than myself last year

this year 4 of the books i read are based on recommendation; thanks for recommending the good books — i skip some recommended though with some reason

among all books i’ve read some have changed the way i perceive life: Ernest Hemingway’s The Old Man and The Sea, Jack London’s The Call of The Wild, Quraish Shihab’s Jilbab, Paulo Coelho’s The Alchemist, Bhagavad Gita, and several others — all those writers are collaborating to teach me how i should dismantle my rigid thought about life and so i’ve been gradually set free as a human being

when i like a book, i will read it again and again; fyi, i seldom scribble on my books, so i put post-it or book-markers or just a piece of paper between interesting pages — many of my books are dog-eared but mostly clean

every reader has one’s own habit to love one’s points of reading

😊

Rain, Don’t Go Away

Rain, don't go away.
There's a clay land to spray, then
I'll welcome what may.

i love rainy season as much as i love autumn as they feel like falling in love everyday; i love other seasons as they feel like dreaming of an upcoming love everyday

💕

Be You

Learning, life, love, Poetic, This Person

Be playful, dear self
At the same time
Be kind.
Be free
To be who
You truly are
Although to do it
You've got to sneak out
For a while.

I won't lose you,
Hey little sweet girl in me.

Nice and Light

Learning, Poetic, This Person

Trimmed up, Beloved,
A heavy bough of ripe fruits
With nice and light smiles.

heavy week completed with nice and light smiles — alhamdulillah….

happy weekend

💕

Ripples

Your breath, Beloved,
Reaches me between my breath
And whispers your love.
You touch this heart through ripples
That moves dust from its surface.

clear and true 💕

Ripples

A tiny feather
Leaves a trace on still water.
Message to the calm--

be true

True

When love is set free,
It rushes out to fly true
To its home called heart.

be true

September (Earth, Wind & Fire)…

September is a best month. 💐

Have a great weekend❣️

make today’s vibe

Silence

She can hear silence
Whispering rhythms through the wind.
She then writes the rhymes.

Rest

Get rest, Beloved.
You've raced with a packed schedule
That's tamed by weekends.

the drink is “Teh Botol Sosro” the most legendary bottled tea in Indonesia 😘

mini tumpeng for today’s birthday dinner (most components by me) – need to rest my hands after cooking; this weekend is gonna be biking to east coast

A Path to Destination

Beloved,
It is about whether or not
The path is walked.
Not about prediction,
Not about opinion,
Not about hurting or getting hurt,
Not about giving up,
Not about result.

This journey is
Mine.
The destination is
You.
The end is
Heaven knows.

Today’s dinner

please don’t judge hungry stomach — today was another reading, cooking and eating plus a bit of napping, laundry was missed and will be done tomorrow night after office 😎

this plate is a work of 3-hour labor of an amateur: potato perkedel (potato hash mixed with minced beef), fried rice with corn in Balinese sambal matah & teri kacang (my 1st attempt soooo challenging, too sweet, almost giving up, next time better with different recipe) – yay❣️

i made chicken soup for my own soul and my friend sent me sourdough from her bakery — alhamdulillah….

RAMBUTAN!!! 😍 exotic tropical fruit

Tell Me

It's confusing.
Tell me how
I should love
You.

Is it to shine
As a sun does?

Is it to glow
As a star does?

Is it to reflect
As a moon does?

Is it to pass by
As a comet does?

I'm none of those.
I am now loving
You as the space does,
It is to contain
Your existence,
Embracing what's all
In and about
You.

Tell me how
I should love
You.

RC Gorman’s work of art

Sweat

Sweat is
Either from hard work
Or from
Nerve.
Feel its particular heat and movement on the skin
To find which.

old that i love the most — i can’t count how many times i tripped and fell with her, just catching or sometimes racing with the wind; i wanted to give it away to my nephew but never happens as i so much love this powerful Blue

my frequent commute buddy when i am not on taxi or bus

colleagues who commute by bikes will shower (again) in the office before starting working because of sweating but i won’t

i let my sweat dry by the AC 😁

biking is in my blood, from elementary until senior high schools and sometimes in uni i did move around by bike — i only totally stopped riding bike when i was working in Jakarta where cars are more preferred even if the traffic is heavy

my friend was in biz trip in London and brought one home for me with much cheaper price compared to Singapore’s — new, lighter and brighter and fancier than Blue but sometimes too shiny for me to move around so she doesn’t get frequent outting; i’ll bring you out more, Red and maybe someday i will give you away to my nephew so you will be ridden more for functional fun

thank you, life for opening my eyes every now and then with or without sweating

A Book Is A Garden

Learning, life, love, Poetic

A book, Beloved
Soaks a soul in clean water.
Washed off and refreshed--

I read a book by Haemin Sunim, Love for Imperfect Things. It is second book from him I’ve read, the first was When Things Don’t Go Your Way. While the latter felt like diving into my own understanding of life– a set of confirmation of what I’ve done and/or understood in life; the currently read is like a playful garden to me, giving me more space to reinterpret my life based on Haemin Sunim’s point of view.

I’ve stopped reading “heavy books”, those that make me more intelligent with bunches of upgraded sciences and knowledge, more critical towards others’ (different from me), more analytical around my folks (outside work), more rigid in forgiving those “making mistakes”. I am now trying to dull the knife in my mind, I’d love to have curvy corners that will just give slight sensation without wound when bumping or bumped by my fellow human beings.

💕

Yes, I am now a weak book reader, but I am an avid reader of my own heart and life.

This book reminds me that I should be bonding myself to an anchor called compassion in life so whatever happens to or around me, it is always love and kindness that become my basis of judgement and decision.

thank you, Haemin Sunim — how grateful i am to have read this book

Most books I am now attracted to are fiction, short books, those illustrated, colourful, with picture collection. I read some biography but only of my favourite people (now reading Alan Rickman’s).

Not a fan of “self help” books either as I don’t need to be helped, just need to sit together with a company to listen and to be listened to.

every chapter is as powerful as decades of dripping water that forms a smooth hole on a rock 💕

thanks to my favourite person for recommending this book; i wish to see you soon 💕

Continuing reading Haemin Sunim’s next book–

Weekend Idle

After 40′ swim, I continued Saturday with reading (I’m left behind target of my Goodreads’ 2024 Reading Challenge), cooking then eating. Some instagram checking inserted to check if my bestfriend sent me silly meme and videos to refresh our day–

Weekend, please don’t go too fast. I still have 2 books, cleaning and some laundry to do.

Maybe just one extra hour for tomorrow to be 25…. 😛

tada! today is about reading, cooking and eating — ice cream soon 😍

😍

peanut, garlic, chili, fragrance ginger (kencur)

palm sugar, kefir lime leaves

A View

Good view, Beloved
Gives her bright vibe and clear hope.
Saturday fever--

the view in female outdoor pool shower — Saturday can’t be more fun and brighter with heliconia

Do You Mind Me To?

Learning, life, love, Poetic, This Person, Those People

If I'm to follow,
It's only to follow you.
Do you mind me to?

the sun, sunflower and a weekend

My Life Is Poetry

My life is poetry
I recite in solitude.
As short as Basho's haiku,
As long as Bhagavad Gita--

No ears are to hear,
No critic is to review,
As private as a fetus in the womb, dearly loved--
As hidden as an unexplored cave, well protected--

There will be time when it travels out
To a place called a meadow of flowers
Where words become meaningless,
Senses truthfully shout.

That day I'll recite my life
To that whom I truly endear.
That day I'll sing my song
About the love I truly adhere.

a humble life is a tiny drop of water pushing out ripples on a placid pond– hidden and loved

You

I wish I know
You better
So there won't be useless tears falling to long for
You.

I wish to meet
You now
So there won't be useless words
Uttered in secret for
You.

I wish to be with
You, too
So there won't be useless thought dancing restlessly for
You.

But I won't force to be with
You soon
As the timing is predestined by and arranged for 
You.

counting my falling hair before finally meeting you

💕

Snoopy Said….