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Tuesday, May 29, 2012

"Yuuukz nikmati keindahan alam murni"

Bhutan
Sementara beberapa orang mungkin berpikir jika Tibet sebagai surga tercemar, sepupunya, Bhutan, justru jauh lebih bersih. Lebih dari 60 persen wilayah negara ditutupi hutan dan seperempat wilayah ditunjuk sebagai taman nasional atau kawasan lindung. Dikenal sebagai Tanah Naga Guntur, negara ini memiliki pegunungan terjal dan lembah-lembah sehingga tepat untuk dijadikan hotspot bagi keanekaragaman hayati.

Daintree National Park, Australia





Kadang-kadang sesuatu yang lebih tua, menjadi semakin tak tersentuh. Seperti Daintree National Park di Far North Queensland, Australia, yang berisi hutan hujan berusia 110 juta tahun―salah satu ekosistem tertua di bumi. Taman ini adalah rumah bagi ribuan jenis tumbuhan dan pohon yang berusia lebih dari 2.500 tahun.


Pulau Terkecil di Dunia

Anda tak perlu jauh-jauh untuk mengetahui pulau terkecil di dunia. Bahwa pulau terkecil di dunia terdapat di Singkawang, Kalimantan Barat, Indonesia, namanya Pulau Simping.


A Dream Of Heaven

They tell of harps n golden crowns, n singing,
But oh, I think, when ends the strife n pain,
That our dear Lord will lead the souls that love Him
Where are green grass n trees, n soft spring rain;

Where are no scorching suns, or skies drought-blazing,
But dear grey clouds with sunshine stealing through
In level rays, o’er distant wooded valleys,
And still green pools, with waterlilies blue.

And those who sought to save drought-ridden creatures,
And struggled bravely with the grim old earth,
The God of all true hearts will surely give them
Rest from their labours in a new world’s birth:

When they shall feel the fresh wind in their faces,
Fragrant with clover scents and summer shower,
And they shall praise Him in green silent places,
Who, like St. Francis, loved each tree n flower;

Who sae their God in all the changing seasons,
And never failed, or flinched, or Faith denied,
For evermore their loving Lord shall lead them
Where are green woods, n rolling pastures wide. 

Monday, May 28, 2012


If

If u can keep ur head when all about u
Are losing theirs n blaming it on u;
If u can trust yourself when all men doubt u,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If u can wait n not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
N yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If u can dream---n not make dreams ur master;
If u can think---n not make thoughts ur aim,
If u can meet with Triumph n Disaster
N treat those two impostors just the same:.
If u can bear to hear the truth u've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things u gave ur life to, broken,
N stoop n build'em up with worn-out tools;

If u can make one heap of all ur winnings
N risk it on one turn of pitch-n-toss,
N lose, n start again at ur beginnings,
N never breathe a word about ur loss:
If u can force ur heart n nerve n sinew
To serve ur turn long after they are gone,
N so hold on when there is nothing in u
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If u can talk with crowds n keep ur virtue,
Or walk with Kings---nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt u,
If all men count with u, but none too much:
If u can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Urs is the Earth n everything that's in it,
N---which is more---u'll be a Man, my son! 

A Dream Within A Dream

Take this kiss upon the brow!
N, in parting from u now, Thus much let me avow-
U are not wrong, who deem That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none, Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar Of a surf-tormented shore,
N I hold within my hand Grains of the golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep- while I weep! O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp? O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave? Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream? 

Thursday, May 10, 2012

Lets call on the interested ..The wide eyed The hopeful, The princesses n the princes
Their believer Lets some on the generals .., The queens The kings and The knights
start ride adventures trail Lets call on ..; The ledgers The lovers The big ones The small ones the boundaries the attendance' Discoverers, The conductor, The scientist, The ceo’s lets call on the Sky walkers .., The movers,The shakers,
Lets call on the curious n bring on the hope.... Life Starts Here
Melihat wajah" ceria dan bergaya lucu sesaat sebelum tinggal landas, begitulah para crew Sukhoi super jet 100 - Sky dengan dilatar belakangi pesawat tsb, mereka berfoto bersama. Kini senyum dan keceriaan serta gaya lucu mereka tidak akan pernah terlihat lagi. Mereka telah tertidur dalam kebersamaan dikeheningan gng Salak - Bogor yg akan menjadi tempat perjalanan terakhir mereka. Tak guna menyesali, walau air mata ini mengalir bagai air sungai dibawah jurang tempat mereka berdiam tak kan mungkin mengembalikan mereka kembali kedunia ini lagi. Biar lah hanya untaian do'a yang hanya bisa mengiringi perjalanan mereka ke tempat keabadian. Selamat jalan sahabat" ku, selamat beristirahat dalam damai ditempat yang damai ini...........9 Mei 2012

Wednesday, May 2, 2012

Here I love you.
In the dark pines the wind disentangles itself.
The moon glows like phosphorous on the vagrant waters.
Days, all one kind, go chasing each other.

The snow unfurls in dancing figures.
A silver gull slips down from the west.
Sometimes a sail. High, high stars.

Oh the black cross of a ship.
Alone.
Sometimes I get up early and even my soul is wet.
Far away the sea sounds and resounds.
This is a port.
Here I love you.
Here I love you and the horizon hides you in vain.
I love you still among these cold things.
Sometimes my kisses go on those heavy vessels
that cross the sea towards no arrival.
I see myself forgotten like those old anchors.
The piers sadden when the afternoon moors there.
My life grows tired, hungry to no purpose.
I love what I do not have. You are so far.
My loathing wrestles with the slow twilights.
But night comes and starts to sing to me.

The moon turns its clockwork dream.
The biggest stars look at me with your eyes.
And as I love you, the pines in the wind
want to sing your name with their leaves of wire.