Fable

Mr. Bunny and Miss Penguin

The Magic Jungle just released a new fable

But it’s not the race between the Mouse deer and the Turtle

Nor the story of the Lion and the Tiger’s great battle

It’s about Mr. Bunny who lives under the oak tree

And Miss Penguin that lives in a very cold country

Introduced by the dragonflies and the blowing wind

They become friends through a long distance

The Bunny and the Penguin agreed to be pals

But who can forbid when an oviparous loves a mammal?

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A Cellphone's Diary

Cell Phone’s Diary

March 3rd, 2008

I’ve tried my best for her. My operation system is going slower lately. It because my overloaded memory, I supposed. I wonder why she hasn’t bought me a memory card yet. It will help me a lot. There are too many messages in my inbox now. 3000 messages in a small device without additional memory card like me! Can you imagine? Most of them belong to him―of course. I receive his messages all day long just for her. But why she seldom to share a little bit affection with me. I am wondering. Is it really hard for her to erase some of unimportant messages in the inbox? Oh, I have to tell you one more thing. I connect her to his cell phone every night, just to hear her laughs and to see her smile after they said good night to each other. But she always forgets to recharge my battery. I’ve collapsed for several times this week because of my empty battery. It sucks! I’m dying!

Sweetest Drug

Sweetest drug

He is like drug, so soft and sweet

My opium, my daily need

Gave me bliss

Like a source of peace

I was positive miserably addicted

Strangely, It can’t be rejected

Day by day the addiction multiplied

Rode over me, but can’t be denied

Then come the day of alteration

When the sweet changed into poison

It deranged me and dissolved my heart

Resuscitated that life could be so hard

This painful heart drove me insane

Nothing could cure, no hope remains

But the life must goes on anyway

I know this pain should no longer stay

Now the drug has gone away

But he will start another play

Looking the others to be his prey

Then treat them as how he treated me

I’m Romeo and She’s Juliet

I’m Romeo and She’s Juliet

We had been spending that time together

Separated? Both of us sure that ‘we’ll never’

You always know how badly I wanted you,

I’m sure I just want to be with you

But that night we were quarrelling

I talked. You talked. You were crying

Our elders were questioning our future

We wanted to prove our love, but they called us ‘dreamer’

I gravelly screamed, and you shout out loud

We thought we were meant to be, but we were not

I hate the Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet

It’s as if their tragedy inspired our fate

I hugged you tight

I knew you cried

The day we said goodbye

I was suffered, I couldn’t deny

I know you’ve forced your self smiling to me

I wish the time will run very quickly

And soon erase our sadness tears

I’m sorry for these painful memories

Not A 1950 Role Model

Not a 1950 Role Model

Red-haired Bree is a master of cookery

who always keep her lovely house perfectly

Unfortunately, Bree is a desperate housewife

who refuses her family to mar her perfect life

Bree represses her own feeling and deny the others

Manipulating herself as a good wife and mother

Bree is both slave and tyrant

whose acts often subterranean

Bree smiling her way though her marriage is broken

She’s hiding the fact of her rebellious children

Rex, the husband, feel their marriage was intolerable

Still, Bree forces not to show these unstable

What a life behind the pretty garden

a superficial happy family covered the subordination

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Serial TV populer Desperate Houswives menampilkan sosok Bree sebagai contoh figur seorang istri sekaligus ibu rumah tangga di era 1950an silam, yang ahli memasak dan senantiasa menjaga rumah dan perabotannya agar tetap rapi pada tempatnya. Gambaran ideal inilah yang kemudian disoroti dan terungkaplah berbagai prahara di balik keharmonisan rumah tangga yang nampak dari luarnya. Bree adalah seorang yang cenderung memaksakan perasaan dan keinginannya, mengesampingkan perasaan anggota keluarga yang lain. Bree memaksakan diri untuk tersenyum ketika rumah tangganya di ambang perceraian dan anak-anaknya mulai memberontak karena tidak tahan dengan situasi rumah yang semakin kacau. Bagi Rex, suami Bree, kehidupan pernikahan mereka sudah tidak tertahankan lagi akibat sikap Bree yang cenderung mengambil alih akan semua hal dalam kehidupan mereka. Bree bahkan memaksa untuk mengepak barang-barang Rex, ketika suaminya hendak pergi meninggalkan rumah.

Bree mengontrol kehidupan rumah tangganya di bawah permukaan, agar tidak akan ada orang luar yang menyadari kenyataan rumah tangganya yang sebenarnya. Karena merasa tidak memiliki kekuatan untuk melakukannya secara terang-terangan, Bree melakukan segala keinginannya secara manipulatif dan diam-diam. Seperti misalnya menyabotase sofa di rumah mereka sehingga Rex mau-tidak mau terpaksa kembali tidur bersamanya di tempat tidur mereka, atau menghukum anaknya dengan yang diam-diam mengunjungi club penari striptease dengan cara mencopot pintu kamarnya sehingga sang anak tidak lagi punya privasi. Bree adalah budak sekaligus tirani. Sebuah gambaran tepat dari paradox of love, di mana waqnita yang tadinya menyediakan diri berada di posisi yang lebuh rendah dari suami, kemudian mendapat pemikiran baru dan mengalami evolusi menjadi seoarang tiran.

I can only dreaM

I dreamed of you last night

And the dream seems very bright

Our bad day is going right

And you’re [again] can sit by my side

… … …

I always love dreaming of you

The only way that I’m able to do

To see you, talk to you

Do you know that I [always] miss you?

… … …

In the morning, I wake up sadly

Realizing that the dream isn’t a reality

I wonder if it could [really] happen to me

I wonder whether you have the same thought as me

… … …

Crazy

If my brain is washable

And choosing its memories freely is able

I’m sure I wouldn’t got unstable

If time can really be an eraser

Or the memories can be removed by a cutter

Everything will be so much better

You should’ve never come

and treated me so warm

Coz I’m the one who got that harm

Coz you’re gone steadily

Alone to the eternity

Left me here hopelessly

Crazy