hotel mulia senayan May’13

One night in Jakarta without setting foot proper in the capital
is a pity, but I was sincerely too sleepy from jet lag
and screwed-up cyclical body rhythms to get up from the comfortable bed.
Here’s to the apparition that is me, that is not quite there in Jakarta.
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Hugeass room, just me and one other living thing: the tree.

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had my heart aglow

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Memories aren’t created to be tossed aside or fed to the wind.
Most unfortunately whoever created Man didn’t engineer our brains to work as per a shredder does –
feed it in, tear it apart,
then proceed to expel the remnants.

Letting go takes tremendous practice –
a dab of ignorance, a handful of shrugs,
closed eyes, uncountable sighs
and a whole lot of pretense.
Until it doesn’t hurt to think of it anymore.

Till then, perhaps I’ll simply look away.

xoxo
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HAPPY LUNAR NEW YEAR, lovelies.

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’em little things

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“People always think that happiness is a faraway thing,” thought Francie,
“something complicated and hard to get.
Yet, what little things can make it up;
a place of shelter when it rains –
a cup of strong hot coffee when you’re blue;
for a man, a cigarette for contentment;
a book to read when you’re alone –
just to be with someone you love.
Those things make happiness.”

― Betty SmithA Tree Grows in Brooklyn