Mr R

Mr R, (in my dream, only) ;)

 As a female teacher, I love having male students. Don’t be misunderstanding. I love female students, too. They are much more warmer than male students, however, they tend to ignore me when they bored or simply busy with their own world.. 

I met Mr R, when I was an examiner in his speaking test. I’ve already got a warning before from my colleague.. “Gek, you’ll feel your heart beats faster.. and can’t breathe.”

“He’s a gentleman, great attitude, lovely smile, and smells good…. “ Said Ella, my colleague. I can feel that a drop of her saliva fell down sinfulness. It did make me more curious, who Mr. R is.. 

The truth is.. he’s truly a mysterious handsome drop-dead rich man. He is just around 22 years old and he’s been travelled around the world. Just name any countries that you knew, he’s been there. 

My curiosity goes on when I actually become his class teacher. I have tried every approach, methods, systems, tricks, you name it.. to know more about him, but, it was a great failure. He never opens himself to other people. He keeps everything personal and very-very-very odd as the smell of his expensive perfume in the middle of Ella’s jealousness because she’s not getting him as her student this term.. BINGO! *grin*

I remember, he always says that he has a high-risky job, but he’s very satisfied about it. He says he has a Dutch girlfriend, but he does flirt with other classmates (!) He drives the most expensive car in Bali and still has a high respect to other people... damn you, heartthrob! 

Today, he’s surprised me again…When I was having difficulties in releasing the sticky tape strap between many umbrellas.. I was hoping that Mr R will come to me with car keys, or.. another equipment that could solve my problem.

“I am sorry Miss.. “

“Pardon, why did you say sorry? What will you do? Do you have the keys?” I asked him politely. 

Slowly but sure, he pulled out a small folded knife from his trousers pocket and helped me effortless with an elegant move. The class stopped for about 3 seconds when they saw what he did.. 

I took my breath and starred at him – I whispered, “thank you, R..” 

He gave me that killing smile while putting back his folded knife into his pocket “No problem, miss.” 

Although my heart was melted with his gentleman attitude, he made me a little bit scared this time.

Please. Don’t break my heart again, Mr R!

-Happy Valentine’s Day, Angel Lovers.-

kiss kiss. :*

What's your colour?

Believe it or not.. my true hair colour was light brown. Not BLONDE! But not as black as Asian hair.. : ( 

Yap. I’m truly Indonesian, but don’t blame me for the 1% Chinese blood that my great grandmother gave me. Also, I couldn’t blame the sun which burned my hair diligently when I was a kid. 

I’ve got an old photo that showed how “light brown” is my hair. My family knew it, and it was a very smooth, thin layer, but thick quantity, and straight hair. It wasn’t a problem at all, when I was at primary school. My dad put me in a private school, which made me able to have friends who did not really care about physical different. They just assumed me as another stranger. 

The problem came when I was at Junior High School. The school deputy often did a “general check up” for the students. One day, he came to my class and asked me to go straight away to the principal office. He said that “Who do you think you are? You think you can colour your hair at this age?” I kept saying that, “THIS IS MY REAL HAIR” “I NEVER PUT ANY COLOUR” “I WAS BORN LIKE THIS” 

Then the teacher said.. “When all the thieves are as honest as you, the jail would be full. The world will be peaceful..”  I sat down in the corner, and cried. Until my Dad came to my school, and told my teacher that it was my real hair colour. 

I was sent home that day. Afterwards, my Mom took me to the salon to dye my hair into black. Then the story of new colour begin…. Every now and then, I used to dye my hair into black. However, as you know.. the colour will last only for three months. When my mom was busy then she forgot to take me to the saloon, then my hair would turn into light brown.. Aloe Vera was my savior that time. I used it to make my hair darker, and it worked! Cool!

When I graduated, I played a lot with my hair colour. The last time was last year, I dyed my hair to “Purple Rose” it was red, not purple. Inside the room, you’ll see my hair a little bit dark red, but outdoor, you’ll see a brave red. Everyone loves it, including my hubby. 

As usual, it’s been six months and my hair colour wash out. It turns to be light brown (again) with a little slice of red. 

One day, I brushed my hair in the office’s toilet and my boss came.

“Oh, Gek, Did you dye your hair? IT’S A GREAT COLOUR!” 

I starred bluntly to her and  said.. “I didn’t dye my hair… “

“Didn’t you?” She frowned. 

“Nope” I smiled. “It’s my wash out hair colour, it was purple rose, last year I guess...”

She just stunned, and passed me then said, “It’s really nice colour, anyway… ” 

I smiled again while brushing my hair, “Thank you!” 

I love my light brown hair!

All photos mostly were taken by my BlackBerry Camera. The 2009 photo was taken after I came from Saloon. :D 

So, what’s your colour, Angel Lovers? ;)