Regulated noise
Tidies up moods and work pace.
Music is curing.
——
no worry, beloved — what’s messy can be tidied up with the right tempo and pitch in music 💕
loving this sweetheart! 💕
Tag: Youtube
Borrowed Heaven
All these are borrowed,
I’ll have to return all.
Let me borrow humbly,
So all won’t make me fall.
So much has been blessed to,
So much has been given to,
So much has been here now for,
This life.
It’s all what is,
And I accept.
I give up all struggles
To travel light.
Thank
You.
——
The Corrs
Loosen Up
Loosen up,
Beloved
Between sunrise
And sunset.
Breathe in,
Beloved
Inhaling love,
The colourless.
Halt here,
Beloved
Enjoying void
That’s alive.
Breathe out,
Beloved
Exhaling blessings,
The colourful.
——
AgnesMo reminds me that whatever season it is, don’t forget to insert a space to have fun — thanks, Agnes although my way is so much different from yours 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼
Jatuh Suka (Tulus)
Looking forward to singing along with my favourite singers in Jazz Gunung Bromo soon!
Can’t wait! Can’t wait!
💝
not easy to fall in love, will not give love up easily either — life is too precious to hate even those who hate or disrespect me 💝 yet i do it my way
Simple Food
I love most simple things including simple food. How difficult it is to be simple, said Van Gogh and I can’t agree more.
Weekend is over soon.
♥️
simple food is more complicated to be developed; material quality and process cannot be compromised with anything — material quality must be guaranteed, all processes should be done the right way (summary of Chef Renatta’s opinion about simple food)
Pak Gita & Ibu Karlina Supelli
Thank you, Pak Gita for inviting Ibu Karlina Supelli. Just so thankful for listening to her lectures virtually since my young age 🙏🏼
This humble lady has made me realise that all is about being human.
Terima kasih, Ibu Karlina.
You are blessed.
astronomer, philosopher, human right fighter
What Does Happiness Do To Them
Pak Gita in a compilation of what scholars and wise people say about happiness — some in Indonesian, some in English
Thanks for summing up. Thanks for inspiring. Thanks for living in the same era with me.
I think I can’t be more blessed to be reborn human being in this period of time as I am now.
May all beings be happy.
Thank you, Pak Gita! 🙏🏼
One
One or at least one at a time 💝
You!
Pak Gita & Prof Poliakoff
When you can’t sleep, listen to a professor of chemistry 😁
👍🏽
By That I’ve Been Taught
Tuhan, Aku Berguru Kepadamu
Tuhan,
aku berguru kepadaMu,
ajarilah bagaimana mendengarkan batu,
membaca suara,
menggenggam angin yang bisu.
Tuhan,
kedunguan memberiku pengertian,
buta mata menganugerahi penglihatan,
kelemahan menyimpan berlimpah kekuatan.
jika aku tahu
terasa betapa tak tahu,
waktu melihat
betapa penuh rahasia gelap
yang dikandung cahaya
Tuhan, aku berguru kepadaMu,
tak tidur di kereta waktu,
lebur dalam ruang,
karena setiap satu mengandung seribu
berguru kepadaMu.
Tuhan,
kuragukan setiap yang kutemu,
kutimba ilmu dari yang paling dungu.
Tuhan,
aku berguru kepadaMu,
gelap dan terang saling menegaskan,
garis batasnya memusnahkan jaraknya,
pada pertentangannya memancarkan kesatuannya.
[Emha Ainun Nadjib, dari majalah Horison edisi Desember 2007]
Pak Gita & Carina Joe
Start the day with positive vibe! Never with other ways!
—
Waiting for Love
Waiting for you, Love.
Each day, extra affection.
What a devotion.
—
Najwa about Women in Indonesia
Enjoy!
Untukku (Chrisye)
Some songs are meant to cure headaches. And this is one of them. I’ve played it right after completing today’s work and probably will only stop it tomorrow morning.
I believe everyone has this type of songs and for those one should thank life.
Enjoy.
—
Nowhere to Hide
The rain is so sharp
It tears umbrella and skin,
Blinding soul with light.
—
Mirror in Us
It might not be clear
As the mirror is not clean.
Reflection of
You on me
Is as clear as the song sung by the breeze,
Whistling softly
On to these eardrums.
Swoosh!
You whisper,
I could hear,
We both share unvoiced laughter.
Is that our smiles
Or grins
That we both share from miles away?
You
Are playing so well,
I
Stay hugging this heart
That shrinks with
Your coldness,
That shines with
Your old shadow.
Dear, heart.
Stay flawless mirror.
With you I see
Beloved.
Be it beast or beauty,
My love is worth reflecting clearly.
—
Melody
Melody of my soul
That I wish to connect to
You
Has flown away.
I see
You
Sing another melody
Not even of my tunes.
Love is unforceable.
Sweetly I can smile.
Amazingly I can pray.
These steps are farther and farther
Pushed away by
Your icy melody to me.
—
(In)Visible Monster
Not under the bed, it’s what she’s slept with since she was a cute baby.
—
Forgiven But Never Forgotten
—
Remembrance about the beloved is river flowing to the sea.
Floating So High
Keeping afloat, buoyant freely swaying playing the waves in the sky—
—
Pak Gita & Francis Fukuyama
What’s listened before holiday with no YouTube.
Pak Gita & dr. Ryu
Good morning, from where I am.
—
Lady Rain
🥰
Heaven & Earth
Does heaven and earth exist other than in a lover’s smile? Yes. Dream.
—
St Elmo’s Fire
Water! Water!
St Elmo’s fire!
Water!
No.
No water for St Elmo’s fire.
A good omen.
Amen! Amen!
St Elmo’s fire!
Amen!
—
New year again! Thanks so much for reaching this point like a plane (an inch to) landing smoothly. Seat belt still on! Airplane mode still on! Yet the pilot is smiling widely with fire in her heart brighter and brighter, no red anymore, now almost blue to white!
Count down! 💗
😊
About another St Elmo’s fire
Pak Gita & Romo Magnis
Starting weekend with listening, while packing for thanksgiving holiday 😎
Ouch Call! (ranting)
A stroke of a brush is how universe started. A surprise that lasts—
—
Certain friend is good at the same time destroyer of mood. I have one who can leave me“ouch ouch ouch oooouuuuch” for at least one week. This person loves ouching friends as an ice breaker but to some of us he has made it to the next level. This time he ouched me romantically, the worst of all my ouch experience from him. Call one “ouch caller”.
OC: Ready for a forced holiday? Have fun! Don’t work every night, just every two nights.
Me: (1st ouch) Hmmm ok, Sir.
…. Blah blah blah
OC: How is your romance? Get rid of him. He doesn’t even care about you. Don’t be stupid. You are not a door mat.
Me: (2nd ouch)
OC: What type of man do you want? Am I not good enough?
Me: (3rd ouch, but I have to say something) Hey, hey! Not a good time to talk about romance. Painting here and don’t want to lose vibe in the head.
OC: Tell me then. Handsome? Healthy? Rich? Hard working? I… Am… Everything!
Me: (Laughing like crazy as this person was very right about himself) Are you a sales person of your own product?
OC: Yes! And I’ve been selling my quality to you for the past how long with no buy in. You’re getting older and older.
Me: (OUCH OUCH OUCH) Ok, ok. I have to explain. I want someone whom I can be comfortable being with even when both of us don’t like the same things. Can you, Mr Cruel Oucher?
OC: What! Of course not! When I go to party, you have to go to party with me. When I go to the gym, you have to go with me. When I cook, you have to cook all what I want. Blah blah blah…. You have to do what I like to do! If necessary you should give up what you like to like what I like.
Me: (Still couldn’t stop laughing) You are not. You are not that right person. You are just my ouch person.
OC: Is he still that person?
Me: Yes.
The next is the most ouched one but probably the most accurate to describe a fact.
OC: Then you have thin hope, thin chance. Not compatible. You don’t even know how to party. You don’t even know how to drink except that weak wine. You don’t even know how to flirt. He might not like reading. He might not like art and literature and walking. He might not like biking. He might hate you singing. He might hate you writing. He might hate you touching your hair again and again. You are not his physical type of beauty. He might hate you with your job. He might hate you being honest and independent. He just doesn’t like you as you. Oh! So relief I could say all these finally.
Me: (OUCH OUCH OUCH OOOOUUUUCH and this will last long) You’re right. Very right. Time to stop your ouches, Sir.
OC: Then you still say no to me?
Me: (Mild ouch but I got impatient) You? I can’t tolerate a die hard nerd like you. You cook better than women. You manage money too well; you are stingy! You love your nephews and nieces more than anyone else, you won’t care about me. You work too hard. You eat too much healthy food, I love deep fried. You ouch people too much. Listen. Don’t call me just to ouch me.
OC: Ok, ok. How are you?
Me: Fine.
OC: Broken heart still?
Me: (ouch) Not really, just a bruise and scratch. Will get over it soon.
OC: It will be gone. For you not too soon though because you are not intelligent in romance. Be patient with yourself. (He was calming and that is when everyone likes him, a calm nice guy — unfortunately came too late after too many ouches happened.) Describe how you think about that person and let’s start the real conversation of today.
Me: My universe
OC: I want to throw up! You imagine him as a Chris Martin? Hahaha!
Me: Never heard of him singing hahaha!
Then we started to chat without ouches for almost two hours — a very nice two hours. A good friend to me is that who ouches me but still makes me comfortable with her/his genuineness.
Thank you! 🤝
Disclaimer: blogged with this ouch caller’s consent with one condition “no exaggeration” which is not accepted like he never said “I want to throw up” and never said that he is handsome and rich although he is rich but not handsome 😊
A Hill of The Moon
Some songs are simply nice to hear even when we don’t know the exact meaning. Happy weekend!
—
Love
It’s not about you.
It’s about me loving you.
It’s love that hides you.
A door opening ajar,
Heaven sprinkling you with stars—
—
Too Good To Be True
Too good to be true,
Yet too long to be untrue;
A dangling long dream—
—
rike jokanan 
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