Wheel of Hair Dye

Indonesian are superstitious. We were raised with so many myths and ghosts stories. One myth that we believe the most was the wheel of life.

Wheel of life is term we use to state life cycle. Like a Project Runway tagline “one day you’re in, the next day you’re out”, wheel of life tagline would be “one day you’re up, the next day you’re down”. When we are in good life situation, we said “I’m on top of the wheel”, and when the situation gone bad we said “I’m on low level of the wheel”.

A couple of days ago I dyed my hair. I was a blonde head for more than 7 years. My then boyfriend (he’s now my hubby) love the way I look with blonde hair. Somehow I just get bored, and insist to have burgundy color instead.

What struck me most was when I remember burgundy was the first color I’ve chosen 13 years ago at my very first hair dye. Now, I’m back using it. It’s like I’m on hair dye color wheel. Right now I’m back to the start.

Maybe everything in life is just like wheel, someday we will back at the start. Or, is it because at the first time, I choose the color that I like the most. I have to admit that I always like my hair to be red, but not just plain red. Burgundy purple-red hue is just perfect.

Maybe next month I become red head, and after that I become blonde head again for another 7 years, who knows?. That’s the secret of wheel of life I guess.

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THE BOY WHO LIVED by Kei Acedera

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Computer Arts Magazine China by Gabriel Mureno

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The Sword and the Harp by Gold-Seven

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Epatage by KatjaFaith

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You Will Always In My Heart

Yesterday, my friend told a devastating news that her best friend just passed away. She has acute asthma, that lead her to coma and she was gone before they able to reach hospital.

I only met her a couple of times, but her independency and high spirit amaze me. She love everything about Japan, and had a high hope someday to work and live in Japan.

Of course our relationship had a high and low. Especially because of her overprotective mother (which is quite understandable because her mother is a single mother which is still a taboo here in Indonesia). But when she passed away, I realize that I only remember the good side of her.

Same thing when my grandma passed away. She was kinda annoying sometimes, but I can’t remember it even a bit.

So, why can I only remember the best part of someone when they are gone?. Logically it only makes me more sad. But, I also realize that it also makes the memory last longer. I remember their smile, their jokes, their stories and all the good time we passed together.

And because of that, I can sincerely said: you will always in my heart.

(in memoriam of Rei, you will always in my heart)

Never Whole Again by CrystallizedTwilight

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