SHREK- A CHALLENGE TO THE EXISTING MYTH

Once upon a time, in a small town lived a happy family, a father, a mother and their beautiful little daughter which they named Cinderella. One day, Cinderella’s mother was so very sick. She suffered a rare fever that had no cure. She died in the arms of her beloved darling. Cinderella became motherless. To provide Cinderella with a mother affection and care, her father remarriage with a widow of two daughters. They moved to the little house afterwards.

Cinderella’s stepmother was wicked as much as her daughters. They made her slave in the house after her father’s death. She had to endure hard labors every day and night. She had no proper clothes nor jewelry. She was poor and miserable. But she had great beauty that would put her into rescue by the handsome and rich Prince of the country. In the end, Cinderella and the prince lived happily ever after.

Once upon a time, there was great kingdom where the king had a beautiful little daughter. She was so beautiful and has a skin as white as the snow. They called her Snow White. Upon the king’s death, her wicked stepmother cast her away into a deep great forest to die. She envied Snow White for her beauty and determined to get rid of her. Seven dwarfs came to rescue her. But the evil queen would not let her go. She disguised as an old woman and poisoned Snow White. She was paralyzed and the dwarfs thought she might be dead. They could not bury her so they placed her in a glass coffin. The pass by handsome Prince kissed her and she lived again. They lived happily ever after.



Every beautiful princess always lived happily ever after with handsome prince. Even in the Beauty and Beast, the Beast turned into handsome Prince. Shrek turned this myth upside down. A beautiful Princess Fiona chose an ugly green Ogre and lived happily ever after (I hope so after Shrek 1, 2, 3). A beautiful princess sacrificed her beauty for the green Ogre Shrek and became a female Ogre herself. Shrek challenged the myth that happiness always belonged to those who were beautiful. Fiona loved Shrek for what he was…he was funny, kind, and temperament sometimes. He made her feel like home.


That’s what I love about Shrek. When I was a child, I used to think that to be happy, you had to be both beautiful and rich. No fairy tale ever mentioned that an ugly poor person could get happiness…Cinderella, Snow White, Beauty and The Beast, Aladin…all female characters were pretty…and the males were handsome. Ugly faces and features were casted as monsters, enemies. Shrek provided a new myth and legend. Being ugly was not the end of the world. Being ugly, you could also have the same happiness as others. It’s what you are that matter. It’s your true heart.


Am I ugly? Well… I used to think so. I wasn’t a great beauty at all. I wasn’t rich either. Sometimes I looked down at myself for this. I wanted to be beautiful like Snow White, Cinderella, or Bawang Putih. I had no fair skin. I had acnes. I had this…I had that…As time went by, I looked at myself differently. No more fairy tales could fool me anymore (ops…maybe a little bit…  ). I loved myself by now. God has endowed with so many things for reasons for my happiness. I have great parents, wonderful husband, great friends, good job, etc. My face or my look doesn’t define what I am.


So girls out there, Beauty is not everything. It’s what you look inside that matter.

Memory of Gunung Geulis

It’s Sunday… time to relax and bury myself in deep morning slumber. Instead of doing this, this Sunday I had to get up very very early…much earlier from my working days simply because there’s human error in typing the correct code location. It’s not the worse part of this time relaxation coz by the time I got to the appointed location, they already left us behind. Gee… what a horror. Luckily, they were coming back to get us so everything went back on schedule. The bus left at 6.45 am.





Despite the dull music (to my ears… coz it’s so damn racket… I didn’t even know what in the hell they were singing… teenagers), I had some fun with my friends. We laughed and teased each other. I felt sorry for my husband though, as I left him all the time…sorry darling… J. I should raise my hat high above to the steering committee of the event. Almost 8000 participants joined the occasion and everything smoothly run on the track. Good work!



Anyway, my feet and head were killing me at night afterwards. The long walk put my feet in soar. Not to mention, the fatigue that followed. I should say this is not the best Sunday I have ever had…but it’s OK.





Check out the photo snapshot. Yup, it's me and some bunches of friend. And the little cupid in the middle. Look at him at his Mama...such a happy family. He's a handsome and smart kid...the smile was so innocent ...just like babies. He made everyone throw a big kiss on him... a little caring pinch a bit...nop...just kidding... love all my friends...bad or good...all blended in a place called Gunung Geulis...







Gunung Geulis, Sunday, July 1, 2007

Paternal Leukocyte Immunization – The Final Part

My heart was beating fast… waiting in anguish for the final result of my laboratory test. If the result wasn’t as I predicted, the torture would continue and I just didn’t want to keep doing it. I meant that would be crazy after six PLI, my ASA was not even normal yet. Something must go wrong. I just could not stand it if I was the problem AGAIN. Time tickled fast …the sun already set in the west. Its shimmering red color formed a blistering blitz in the heaven. I waited… heart pondered.

As my husband came in, my heart leapt. It was agonizing. He said nothing about the paper. So I went to take the envelope from him and tore it slowly as if the time went to a stop. I was nervous as well as curious. Then there it was. The result of my laboratory test. It was said that my ASA had reached into a normal level. Wow, what a relief. After having the treatment since January, now all the problems had been eradicated, first the endometriosis cyst, then the ASA. It’s a tiring fight for this past five months. Now, it’s all in God’s hand. There’s no more my husband and I could do except prayed and hoped for the laughter and cries of our unborn children. Would this dream come true???


Frankly speaking, I have no idea but I am optimistic. Meanwhile, I realize that I also have to get prepared for the worse. It’s not easy for a marriage without children. I’m thankful to Alloh, God the Almighty that so far my husband and I could deal with it with ease. We sometimes miss the children …I mean our future children… God speed… especially when my friends talk about their cute little children. How I envy them all. Yet, I have so much to thank for in this life for every bless that HE provides. That’s what keeps me going…


To My Unborn Child

I saw your face
Smiling
Eyes round like an eggshell
Skin so fair like honey
Mouth curved in perfect line
Nose in harmony
Hands so small
Feet so tiny

I saw your face
For the first time in life
Blood rushed to my brain
Filled with ecstasy of joy
Life flickered within
It’s a divine magic

I saw your face
So sweet with smile
As well as cry
Like music in my eardrum
Of a little angel
Sent to my arms

I saw your face
My child in my embrace
Taste like heaven
For I now know
The feeling of motherhood