Ironi

Akhir2 ini berita tentang sosok seorang cinderela bernama Manohara Odelia Pinot terus menerus menghiasi headline di berbagai media massa. Kepulangan nya di sambut bak pahlawan yg pulang dari medan perang dan menarik banyak perhatian orang. Tapi apakah kita sadar bahwa ada ironi yang sangat jelas tergambar dari semua itu? Dengan harta yang melipah ruah dia bisa menyewa beberapa pengacara kondang dan dengan dada yang tegap berteriak lantang menantang keluarga besar kerajaan Kelantan. Tapi bagaimana dengan nasib saudara2 kita TKW 2 yang kerap menerima siksaan di Malaysia? Yang notabene nyata2 mengalami penderitaan yang lebih berat dan tak kuasa harus berbuat apa karena segala keterbatasan mereka. Sudah teramat banyak devisa negara yang mrk hasilkan tetapi pada kenyataan nya pada saat mrk menderita pemerintah terkesan acuh tak acuh.
Hal ini menimbulkan pertanyaan yang besar, apakah keadilan itu hanya milik mrk yang berkecukupan? Dan akankah mereka yang lemah akan selamanya di tindas dan di pinggirkan? Sudah sudahi ketidakadilan ini...!!!

Dinner at Kerep

Forest Party

Unforgetable Moment

My favorite poem

Annabel Lee

It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love-
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me-
Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we-
Of many far wiser than we-
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,
In the sepulchre there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.