Band of Brothers

Pernahkah kita membayangkan bahwa keceriaan kita dalam menikmati hubungan persaudaraan, ketika kita masih muda atau semasa kita masih kanak-kanak akan berubah seiring bertambahnya usia kita??

hold your hands

- We few, we happy few, we band of brothers -


from left – right

My lil brother – my son – my cousin

Travel Theme – Simplify

Travel Theme – Simplify

Simple escapade from frenzied full populated city to simple yet quite and restful place in Dusun Bambu – Lembang Village.

3 hours driving from Jakarta to the location was worthwhile as I didn’t have to spend much time & extra preparation to prepare a “great escape” plan.

Comfy yet homely place, and easy access to location (guided by GPS) made my travel plan simplified.


Dusun Bambu-1



Raihanah on the bridge


Comfy yet homely place, and easy access to location (guided by GPS) made my travel plan simplified.

What a simple happiness for “small family-type” vacation



I always be amazed by the tranquility of the sunset and sunrise and the way of the sun creates shadow and shapes the life.

“There’s a sunrise and a sunset every single day, and they’re absolutely free. Don’t miss so many of them.”

- Joe Walton -



sunrise 2

Sunset silhouette

Sunrise silhouette



The pictures are dedicated for my Wife, son & daughter and my hometown- Situbondo where I took all of above photos

A place to remember

I do appreciate all the great things Allah Almighty give to us especially by giving us the sun….

thus I can see how beautiful sunrise and sunset are





Lonely on the land I walk,
Lonely cross the sea I sail,
Lonely air of beach I stroll –
This lonely life doth take its toll.

Mark R Slaughter


Photo was taken at Kalbut – Pecinan Port Situbondo 


Re-blogged from Imelda’s wordwall – a great poem to contemplate

Albanie and Raihanah-2

There was a father
he loved his children
he worked day and night
to make their future certain
They needed to have wealth
so he believed
that they would not suffer the poverty
of his own childhood.

His children asked for toys and treats
“there’s no money,” he always complained,
“for rainy days, they have been saved.”
There was no time together
no movies, no restaurants
family time was nothing
but silly maudlin wants.

The children asked for his affection
he could not spare a hug
such a display of weakness
was not a father’s job.
Tenderness had no use
but to spoil a child
so he spared the carrots
and doled out the rod.

He would give them education
a roof over their head
a successful (rich) future
they would have what they need
that was enough
so he believed.

There is a father
living in a big house, all alone
Now he has the means
and he has the time
to satisfy the desires of his children.
the sons and daughters are now all gone
raising children of their own
making sure the latter have the life
they have never known.

Father and children
what bonds hold them
apart from duty and blood?
Could they look back in time
then find love?

by : Imelda

A poem for myself – A father