hömé föur

The story about how I decorate my soul, and four is the perfect number for my little family, my wife, Samantha and Haeden. Together, we are hömé föur.


hömé föur

I wanna live life, never be cruel

 I wanna live life, and be good to you


I wanna fly, never come down

and live my life, have friends around

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I just moved to my new place and it is absolutely stunning. I walk around in awe that I actually own it. It’s like a dream, but it’s also empty. I’d moved so much in the last few years, and for my entire life, that i pretty much sold everything i owned when i made my decision to live in Seminyak. The kitchen set, or what will eventually be the dining place, the rooftop to standing conversation with buddy while drink beers and lots of joints, is completely bare; the bedroom has rattan carpet and stone carving on the walls and that’s  much of it; but it, too, is not four, its just me, just one, and empty.

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I set two priorities: my bedroom and hobbies room. Ultimately, hobby’s room will takes times so i decided to started there now. What should i prepare: Canvas Holder, equipments for paintings, table for keep my memorable picture and to writings, and all the paintings.

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I wanted to create a space that was bursting with color and screamed, “This is a Moussa’s room.” I already had a bright maroon crib and a neon yellow rocking chair, which was a perfect starting point. Using a homemade quilt as inspiration, I went for a cotton-candy look with black and white. As if that wasn’t man enough, I added a yellow rug and another one that is aqua blue with masculine lines.

“Trees, owls, and butterflies fill the walls and as a final touch, i added the sun! its so natural and remind me with all of my beautiful past.”

If I’m feeling overwhelmed with decorating or making new place decisions, I just walk into Hobby’s room and a beautiful sense of calm fills my heart and soul. I creating a home, a place filled with my own choice of colors, furniture, and endless bounds of love.

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“I have learned that if you must leave a place that you have lived in and loved and where all your yesteryears are buried deep, leave it any way except a slow way, leave it the fastest way you can. Never turn back and never believe that an hour you remember is a better hour because it is dead. Passed years seem safe ones, vanquished ones, while the future lives in a cloud, formidable from a distance.”

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Pic taken by: Jeremy Kessel (Photographer)

Literature by: Moussa Isaac Askey (Blog Author)

Who Am I?

I am not what happened to me, but who am I to me?

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There are so many things that I don’t understand

There’s a world within me that I cannot explain

Many room to explore but the doors look the same

I am lost, I can’t even remember my name


I am all in the sea of wonders

I doubt; I fear; I think

Strange things which I

Dare not confess to my

Own soul

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Season Of Our Soul

When the ego dies, the soul awakes

“I’m not a writer, at least long time ago i thought i’m not gonna end up to be writer. But in front of your screen now, there’s words by me.

My tragedy is was that i loved words more than i loved the women, who inspired me to write them.

I wish there’s no reason for me to write this story on this blog. But there is something i really wanted to share, something that most of people search in life for. This season I am more open for many more disappointment and failure, with this I am more ready for anything, to face the new season of my soul.

Maybe i can’t find cool analogies, pretty metaphors, or write a lovely dopey poem like i used to write before. Because i want this to be ultra simple, the most primitive form of telling how i feel: “I love you”

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I don’t know what’s going to happen from here, but i do know is that i want to be with you. I’ve witness how you felt, all your feelings are true. You make me smile, you are always there in my many night sleepless, and you are just simply amazing. I’m so happy that i had the privilege having you in my life.

We get along so well; the goofyness we share and our conversations are something I’d never trade for anything. I know we can become something special, and life is not sure with it self, season always changing, and future is a mystery that no one could not even understand it.

I hope you see that too.