This is a picture taken last year at Markt. I forgot who took the picture, but thanks anyway. :-)
3/2/13
2/27/13
Hello, heels!
Sebetulnya Hello, heels! sudah lama saya buat. Tadinya, gambar ini diperuntukkan untuk salah satu desain Voila! Totes yang akan datang. Daaan, daripada blog saya tercinta ini menjadi habitat laba-laba, lebih baik saya post saja di sini. Hehe...
6/23/12
Hwalla!
6/19/12
4/24/12
Mother Earth
For providing beautiful mountains, forests, seas, lakes, and streams.
For being a home, a shelter, to more than 30 million of species.
For letting us survive until today.
We thank you,
Mother Earth.
For altering your surface.
For disturbing your mountains, forests, seas, lakes, and streams.
For the junk, garbage, and debris we've obviously made.
We're sorry,
Mother Earth.
You know you're strong.
You've been here for the past 4.5 billion years.
You're even much stronger than we always know.
Earth Day, April 22, 2012.
3/20/12
Organic Life
ORGANIC LIFE beneath the shoreless waves
Was born and nursed in Ocean's pearly caves;
First, forms minute, unseen by spheric glass,
Was born and nursed in Ocean's pearly caves;
First, forms minute, unseen by spheric glass,
Move on the mud, or pierce the watery mass;
These, as successive generations bloom,
New powers acquire, and larger limbs assume;
Whence countless groups of vegetation spring,
And breathing realms of fin, and feet, and wing.
Thus the tall Oak, the giant of the wood,
Which bears Britannia's thunders on the flood;
The Whale, unmeasured monster of the main,
The lordly Lion, monarch of the plain,
The Eagle soaring in the realms of air,
Whose eye undazzled drinks the solar glare,
Imperious man, who rules the bestial crowd,
Of language, reason, and reflection proud,
With brow erect, who scorns this earthy sod,
And styles himself the image of his God;
Arose from rudiments of form and sense,
An embryon point, or microscopic ens!
ERASMUS DARWIN
(The Temple of Nature. 1802. pp. 26--28)
3/17/12
2/4/12
Human. Universe.
The human mind is not capable of grasping the Universe.
We are like a little child entering a huge library.
The walls are covered to the ceilings with books in many different tongues.
The child knows that someone must have written these books.
It does not know who or how.
It does not understand the languages in which they are written.
But the child notes a definite plan in the arrangement of the books
— a mysterious order which it does not comprehend, but only dimly suspects.
ALBERT EINSTEIN
2/2/12
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