Normality

So, today I had a lovely lunch with my supervisor in a very pleasant Italian restaurant. While eating, we were talking about the concept of beauty person in different places. We only compared between Indonesian and European people.

I told her about what Galway tour guide said, around a year ago, about redhead women. I found that the people with red or ginger head are ultimately beautiful; I mean they reflect the natural beauty created by God. They even do not need to re-color their hair to be red or change their contact lens to get blue eyes (like Beth who has blue eyes in Tenerife Sea song) or have a plastic surgery to have a pointed nose. They are just beautiful as they are.

But then, my supervisor told me that ginger head got bullied in the UK. Then, I asked why? That is because they are different than the common people. I asked, what is the normal hair color in the UK? She answered, brown. Well, ginger is light brown anyway. Why they consider light brown and brown is two different things then?

However, I strongly believe that not all people in the UK agree to bully ginger head. But, I just really mad and sad. Why would anyone get bullied because they are created differently? And, they don’t ask God to be created as a different individual!

Well, even though they can recolor their hair, trained their accent to be like normal people speak, wear contact lenses to blend with normal people. But, I just cannot accept it. I will be very mad if Indonesian people bully an Irish person who is coming to Indonesia land just because they are different with normal appearance (i.e. black hair and brown-black eyes).

The most polite that we could do is just to staring and admiring their beauty from far. Yes, we do that a lot to ‘bule’ 😀
But, I guess staring and admiring from far is not considered as bullying, isn’t it? Well, sometimes, it causes some unpleasant feeling to the ‘bule’. I would like to say sorry to them if they feel like that 😦

P.S. This post has nothing to do with whether it happens between Irish vs. British, or ginger head vs. non-ginger head or red hair vs. non-red hair. This post is about the concept of normality vs. natural beauty given by God; don’t mess with the context.

Tenerife Sea

You look so wonderful in your dress
I love your hair like that
The way it falls on the side of your neck
Down your shoulders and back
We are surrounded by all of these lies
And people that talk too much
You got the kind of look in your eyes
As if no one knows anything but us

Should this be the last thing I see
I want you to know it’s enough for me
Cause all that you are is all that I’ll ever need

I’m so in love

You look so beautiful in this light
You silhouette over me
The way it brings out the blue in your eyes
Is the Tenerife sea
And all of the voices surrounding us here
They just fade out when you take a breath
Just say the word and I will disappear
Into the wilderness

Lumiere darling
Lumiere over me

You look so wonderful in your dress
I love your hair like that
And in a moment I knew you, Beth

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Taylor Swift was interviewed and asked her opinion about this love song, and she said that the way Ed described the beauty of Beth (only Ed knows who Beth is) in this song is exceptionally deep.

The way it brings out the blue in your eyes is the Tenerife sea

Well, as long as I am Asian, I don’t have blue eyes (for sure!), but, I know the beauty of blue-eyed people from their heart. And, I have never visited the Tenerife Sea, Ramisa did, perhaps she really knows how beautiful the Tenerife Sea is. I think I should ask her 😉

Love Someone

I have been asking many times to myself, why I miss my daughter so much. She is still alive, and she’s there living happily with her grandparents.

Why should I miss her so deeply then?
That’s because I put so much love for her, more than love for myself.

Next month, I will meet her, for sure 🙂
I have to be happy and motivated enough to pass this last journey very well.

Have you ever feel so much sadness that even you can’t have a single tear coming out from your eyes which makes your throat in pain?
Until you feel that you are unsteady when you walk alone in the crowd. You can see things clearly, throw some arguments, jokes, but your mind is not there.

I never know that being a mother means that you have to endure this kind of pain when your kid is not around you. I never know that before.

Have you ever been in love before?
which makes you feel completely nothing without the person whom you’re in love with?
which makes you unable to take a breath when she/he is not around you?
which makes you sacrifice everything you have just to meet with her/him?
which makes you accept any kind of conditions, sick or healthy, or even you haven’t met her/him in person (because it is still a fetus in your womb)?

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Then the question is changed to, are you going to let yourself fall in that kind of love after knowing the risk of missing or losing her/him from your sight?

I will always say YES.
This is the art of giving your heart to someone else besides yourself.

do all mothers feel the same way with me?

Lukas Graham – Love Someone

 

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“Retno, you are so strong!”

That’s because you never know that almost every night I feel so weak and fragile with this broken heart. And, I wake up in the next morning, hoping that it is just a dream, but, it is not, this is the reality. And, I don’t have any other options other than being strong until the day I meet my daughter and my husband. That makes me look strong outside.

Tohpati

When I was lost I felt alone
You gave me light and guide me right
Through the night to where the wind blows
Years had passed by
I’m lonely low
There’s only one place that
I am sure can fix my broken hearted soul
And it’s called home
I’m going home
I’ve been away for such a long time
I’m on my way, just hope that
I’m safe in sound
It’s in my mind, home sweet home
I’m coming home, I’m coming home
Day by day, oh… you see me grow
I fight the pain, stand up again and tried everything to let go
Just to go home, I wanna go home
I’m doing fine, staying in line
The sun’s going down and I’m still high
Going up and down the hills with just my ride
I’m free and I can’t describe

Ahmad Abdul – Coming Home

This song is international level, so good. I am not surprised that Tohpati takes into account in this song (y). Tohpati is one of Indonesian great musicians.

I am his fan since I was young, yep, now I am not that young anymore. Hahaha..

Tohpati is a legend!

A raincoat

Yesterday was a very bright and sunny day. I took a journey from home to campus to meet my supervisor. I took Dublin Bus because I missed the sense of traveling using Dublin Bus. I was not in a hurry anyway.

At the bus stop, there were one lady and one man, they’re together. There were only three of us. The lady said to the man, “why is she wearing a raincoat on this bright and sunny day?”. The man looked at me, “weird”. I was the only one who is wearing a raincoat.

I assumed that they were not talking about me. Perhaps, they were talking about someone else.

The bus came, and we got on to the bus. I tapped my leap card as usual and chose to stand at the wheelchair space. I put all my belongings on the floor but kept them using my feet.

Again, the lady said to the man, “she is a Trinity student”.
The man, “how do you know?”
The lady replied, “I peeked at her leap card”

I assumed that they were talking about someone else. There are lots of Trinity students. It was a warm day especially inside the bus, so, I took off my raincoat, folded it, and put it in my bag.

“She put off her raincoat, I like her style now”
“Yes, she looks relax”
“But she is still holding on”
“I think she prepares for any condition, she wears a raincoat because today might rainy, she is still holding on because the bus is moving while she is standing”
“Yes, true”

Then, I observed the entire bus. Only me standing in the wheelchair space. I took my earphone out of my bag and play music.

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If this happens during my period days or during days when I tempt to ‘play around’, this event will be taken as…
“Why are you talking about me!! Why!!”

If this happens during my gloomy days, this event will be taken as…
“What’s wrong with my raincoat? is it too bad? too cheap? why is it so wrong to wear a raincoat on the bright and sunny day? next time I won’t wear this raincoat anymore.”

If this happens during my good days or my busy days, this event will be taken as…
“Oh, they just spending their time to talk about me, they love me so much.. they are completely stranger but they care me so much, thanks! I didn’t know that I am so good.”

Since they do not talk to me directly, so I don’t have to explain why I use raincoat on a very bright and sunny day. If they ask, I will surely explain the reason: because that is the only thing that I have to keep me warm, it is not too heavy, and I can fold it and store it in my bag when I feel warmer.

Why should I explain this to people who don’t even ask me directly?

Anyway, what others think about me is none of my business. Even when the lady peeked into my student leap card to get to know me more is also none of my business. I will give her my student number or my full name if she wants to know me more, but, she has to ask me in person to obtain that details because it is private information.

Poison & Wine – The Civil Wars

The Longer I Run

When my blood runs warm with the warm red wine
I missed the life that I left behind
And when I hear the sound of the black bird’s cry
I know I left in the nick of time
Well this road I’m on is gonna turn to sand
And leave me lost in a far off land
So let me ride the wind till I don’t look back
And forget the life that I almost had

If I wander till I die
May I know whose hand I’m in
If my home I’ll never find
And let me live again
The longer I run then the less that I find
Selling my soul for a nickel and dime
Breaking my heart to keep singing these rhymes
And losing again

Tell my brother please not to look for me
I ain’t the man that I used to be
Cause if my savior comes could you let him know
I’ve gone away forward to save my soul

Peter Bradley Adams – The Longer I Run