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Monday, February 18, 2013

The Two Eagles

I love Indonesia. I love my country, my home land, and I believe it is the most wonderful place on earth. Other countries can brag higher income per capital or lower crime rate or a more advanced technology standard, but none can match the beauty, sheer wonder and raw richness of Indonesia. The seemingly uncivilized and corrupt officials are not to be proud of, I agree, but even so it is not enough to dimmed the lustrous shine of my homeland. That is why I am on the verge of tears when I saw in our wedding website my fiance has placed my country's eagle, the mighty Garuda, next to his famous Bald Eagle with a caption: Proud citizens of our countries.
To me, it was not just about logo placement. To me, it is his way to tell (and show!) how much he appreciate my country and thus, myself. Almost 68 years from our declaration of Independence, yet I still found foreigners who played land lord (in numerous field/line of work) and treat their Indonesian host/partner/employee as mere servants. It is such a relief to know the man I have chosen will treat me as equal, and both accept and appreciate my patriotism towards my country.
The decision to be with my fiance was both an easy yet difficult one. Easy because I know he is a wonderful man and we love each other very much, difficult because I know eventually I will have to leave my homeland to be with him. But now, I feel relieved. When the time comes for me to leave Indonesia and reside with him, I can be content and cherished my life  with the man who shared love and respect for my country, and knowing one day I will be home again in Indonesia with him. Thank you, my love...

Garuda di dadaku, Garuda di websiteku

Saya cinta Indonesia, negeri saya yang indah dan menakjubkan. Politik dan korupsinya tidak menyenangkan, tapi bahkan keresehan para [poli]tikus elit ini tidak mampu memudarkan sinar kemilau negeri saya. Itulah kenapa saya hampir menangis haru melihat tunangan saya meletakkan Garuda Indonesia bersandingan dengan lambang negaranya, dengan caption: "we are proud citizens of our countries" - (kami adalah warga negara yang bangga akan negara kami).

Bagi saya, peletakan Garuda di website kami menunjukkan betapa ia menghargai Indonesia, bahkan mungkin lebih dari [mayoritas] orang Indonesia. Di saat sekian banyak orang asing yang "menjajah" Indonesia dan memperlakukan bangsa Indonesia seperti pelayan di negerinya sendiri, tunangan saya menunjukkan bahwa saya dan ia setara, bahwa negara kami setara. Dan bukan hanya itu, ia juga menunjukkan penerimaan dan penghargaannya akan patriotisme dan rasa cinta saya pada tanah air dengan captionnya.

Keputusan saya untuk menjalin hubungan dan bertunangan dengan pasangan saya bukanlah hal yang mudah, karena saya akan harus meninggalkan Indonesia untuk bersamanya. Namun saya kini bisa bernafas lega. Saya mungkin pergi jauh, tapi saya akan bersama seseorang yang juga mencintai dan menghargai tanah air saya, dan dengan demikian dapat dipastikan menghargai saya pula seutuhnya. Kedua hal ini adalah sesuatu yang demikian berarti bagi saya, saya begitu beruntung bisa mendapatkan keduanya. Terima kasih, cintaku...

I, Island Girl

My name is Ary Yogeswary, and I am an Island Girl.

Well technically I am an Island girl as I lived in Bali, a small island in Indonesia where beaches are stretch beautifully as far as the eye can see and mountains rose majestically high and fill your breath with wonder. But I'm not the island girl Elton John was singing (Tell me what you wanting with the white man's world) , nor the one Andrew Sisters so persistent about (Native girls all dance and smile/ Help soldier celebrate his leave), nor any Island girl in fact that was so stereotypical in the other songs (naive, innocent, eager to help and please, etc). I will be polite as that is what my mom taught me, but I definitely not interested in celebrating anyone's leave except mine, and neither do I want anything from "white man's world". My world is perfectly fine thank you, that is why the tourists spend their money to fly across the globe just to be a visitor in my lovely world.

Speaking of which, I really couldn't fathom why people still have this illusion err stigma about Island Girl. The harsh reality is, with the over exploitation and uncivilized development of islands all over the world, your so-called big-eyed brown-skinned island girl is most likely had a job at the Golden Arch or busing table in Mermaid CoffeeChain, definitely no time to run carelessly free and "accidentally"run into you at the beach (except she was working in the said beach cafe). Most of them will also not be so dewy-eyed on seeing non-local visitors, and is definitely unimpressed with the western swagger. All this not only because tourists are way too much and losing their charm, but also because of the rise of (mobile) internet. Suddenly speaking with an accent can no longer woo these girls, unless you are Christian Bale or better, one of the Twilight's vampires (ewwwww....)

Of course, sadly, there are still so-called Island girl stereotypical alive and well. But surely, if the girl you just met start asking you to buy drinks for her entourage while expertly batted her eyelashes you will run the other way? Even if she's a naive-looking innocent-beauty island girl. Well except if the man is fully intentional embarking on a quest(s) to pursue the exotic-untouched pleasure; in any case I don't think he would find any due to the reason stated above, and I hope he won't find any due to the maliciousness of the goal. It is a pathetic goal anyway, why do you have to go across the world just to find a woman who adores you? Love is love, but surely you can get those in your home country? The tropical climate and easy life may work wonders on our skin, but kindness and love can be obtained all over the world.

My fiance get that a lot: that I am with him to obtain green card, that I want something from him. As if him being the most wonderful man I've ever met is not good enough reason. When I am alone with him, he'll gently kissed me and called me his sweet island girl. Coming from him, it's a compliment, a gesture of love. Through out our relationship he has acknowledged who I am: my island ways, my spiritualism, what I love, what I dislike, what I honored, my talent and skills, my education and work achievements. We met and fall in love far away from my island, but to him I will always be his island girl: physically (and spiritually) different from his countrywomen but is as honorable and respectable as them. Of course, to him all human are equal, that is the kind of man he is. Thus he came to me not as a conquistador to the "savage islanders" but as a gentleman to a lady, which is the right way because my pride and patriotism wouldn't have it any other way. 

So you see not all island girls are, well, island girls. We possess brains and skills and womanly qualities equal to any other women in the world. Ambitious island girls really should stop "hunting down" foreign suitors and start setting a thorough standard for themselves. A good man is a good man, regardless his race or accent; and being treated like a second class citizen is never an option. My dear ladies, we have people in United Nations making sure all human are treated equal, we might as well start doing that! On the contrary, adventurous love seeking tourists should really sized up. I mean, surely there is something good or interesting (or anything love inducing) about you guys other then, ah, being a tourist? Now be good and be civilized towards your fellow human in this island, and welcome to the 21st century.

Thursday, February 14, 2013

The Sunflower Soliloquy 

It is so dark in here, and so damp.
The ants said I will grow big and beautiful.
I do not believe them.
I'm covered in this filthy soil. Beauty is a laugh.
I have nourishment, and is enough.
An ignorable seed I was, an ignorable seed I will always be.

A streak of light.
It looks so warm and inviting, 
as it fell to the hole in the ground.
The worms said it will burn me.
But why not? Even for once?
Just a tendril, just a sprout.
My, what an adventurous seedling I've become!

Floods of light.
And warmth.
A barrage of feelings.
Ache from wanting.
Numb with joy and ecstacy.
My sun.
My golden sun.

More light. Unlimited love.
He basked me in his light, gently caressed my body.
He called the wind when I got too hot.
And the rain when I look thirsty.
He asked sister moon and stars to see me at night.
And I will sleep peacefully.
Dreaming of him till morning comes.

Growth. Unbelievable growth.
My petal opened as large as it can.
The better to soak his light.
My stem strengthened as hard as it can.
The better to stand gracefully in front of him.
My roots dig deep to the ground.
The better to stand strong by him in the midst of storm.

Admiration. Amazement. Appreciation.
Of how beautiful I am.
Of how graceful I look.
But they are merely passers-by.
None can claim me, none can own me.
Oh human fools, when will you learn to not want what is not yours?!

For my sun owns me. Body and soul.
I grew and bloomed from his love.
I grew and bloomed for his love.
My petals will forever facing him.
His light the reason why I live, and the reason for living.
My sun.
My beautiful golden sun.

Darkness no more.
Loneliness no more.
Only warmth and love.
And adventures to go embarked to,
And life to live through.
The joy of life! 
The sweet wonderful world!

And my sun will be with me all the way.
As I will be with him all the way.
One will say, "I do believe the sunflower loves the sun.
She always look at him so loyal and lovingly!"
The other will say, "Nay, it is he that loves her!
Can't you see how bright and beautiful he made her?"
And they are both right.

Praised the day when we first met.
Gloried the days when we are together.
Blessed the love you keep giving me.
Cherished my love that flows freely for you.
My love.
My precious.
My beautiful golden sun.

*Note: sunflower image is taken from wikipedia commons.

Tuesday, February 5, 2013

Why He Loves Me (a.k.a The Boyfriend's Reply)

  1. When I'm with you time stops
    With you, the world melts away
    I float with you as if in a bubble
    You let me be myself
    You allow me to grow
    You allow me to express all my emotions and don't make me feel ashamed
    You never make me feel ashamed
    You give
    and give
    and give
    Your nose is beautiful including the scar
    from the Angel that kissed you, found you sweet and took a bite
    Your appendectomy scar will remind me how scared I was and to never take
    you or our love for granted
    I love your eyes and what I see in them
    I LOVE your ability to clearly explain things to me
    despite English not being your primary language
    I think you are a genius and that is a huge turn on
    No, I seriously think you are a genius
    I love your spirituality
    You are beautiful
    You are fun to touch
    Your kind words turn me on more than your body
    ...but your body really really really turns me on
    so, go figure...
    Did I mention I love your breasts!!!! OMG!!!!
    I think it's hot that you can ride a scooter
    ...with a man on the back
    There was a model next to us on the beach!?
    Why didn't you tell me!? LOL
    You don't need makeup
    You complexion is amazing and your skin glows
    You are fun to cuddle with
    You make me feel like a king of men
    I think that's what a woman should do :) And you do it perfectly...
    Chicken talons are good... no biggie
    The soup was good too and much needed after our busy day
    To me, heels are lame, lol, but it'll be cute to get you in some
    and take you to bed in them ;) How about red?
    You are super sexy!!!
    I do love you with sincerity
    I look up to you
    My heart jumps also... higher
    I love your scent
    Your hugs make *me* feel safe and warm
    In your arms asleep or awake, I am at home
    You accept *me* for who I am
    You love *me* for who I am
    And for all those, plus much much more
    I love you so
    ...for instance, I kinda want to eat duran now
    only for you

Monday, February 4, 2013

Why I Love You

You encourage me to write
You read my writings. All of them. And loving them
You laughed at my silly jokes
And then you made funnier ones
You smiled lovingly when we talk
And held my hand tightly when we walk
You never seemed to mind if I talk too much
You kiss me before we go to bed
And when we woke up
And plenty more before we hit the bed again
You braid my hair gently
You caress my hair softly
You never mention the little scar I have on the tip of my nose
Nor the new one from my appendicitis surgery
You didnt seemed to notice my chubby tummy
And never at once mind that model-looking girl next to us on the beach
You ordered an extra large pizza for us
And then took me to get dessert
You ate those chicken talons I dare you to
And also the spicy fish soup (I know you think it's queer)
You look very good in praying outfit
It felt so comforting to pray with you
You never told me to wear heels
And forbid me to use makeup as possible
You looked at me with appreciation and delight for all the things I do for you
Even for little things like getting your favorite lime and salt
You told me you love me with such sincerity
It made my eyes watery and my heart jumps with glee
Your hugs made me feel safe and warm
Sleeping in your arms made me feel at home
You accept me for who I am
You love me for who I am
And for all those, my beloved
I love you so

Saturday, February 2, 2013

Parent’s Love, Child’s Bane

"May I have a little more, Mama?" the little boy said
"Of course my love!" she said affectionately
And instead of using his little plate
She handed him a bigger plate
"Only the best for my little boy!"

"I want more, Mama." the teenage boy said
"Of course my dearest!" she said lovingly
And instead of using his plate
She laden it on a tray
"Only the finest for my little boy!"

"You ruin the boy!" her friends said, "Such poor boy!"
But they were just jealous for her deep love
(And her ability to give her beloved so much!
And her boy is so fine, despite the lies they tell
Pshaw! Always the drama!

"More, Mama! More!!" the man scream
His face haggard and bloated, his eyes bloodshot red
Trays and trays were presented, but still he screams for more
"Do you hear him, servant?! More!!" She fervently order
"Everything for my little boy! And more!"

One day he called and scream and yelled, but his mama was no more
He drag himself to the brink of the world, and watched
Dazed by its wonder
Frighten by its harshness
In love by its beauty

He threw himself in it with greed, deemed to enjoy it as always
But it sucks him fast, drowning him, taking him
And he surrender without effort, helpless against the world
As the darkness taking over him he cried his last words
"Oh Mama, what have you done?!"

Friday, February 1, 2013

Chain, Lock, and Sedate

If I can chain you I would
With chain made from Silver and Moonlight
Long enough to let you wander
Short enough to know you are near

If I can lock you I would
With cage filled with furs and silk and velvet
Gold drapes and jeweled decor
To suit your loveliness and majesty

If I can sedate you I would
With scent of Exotic East and Lively West
With aroma from Serene North and Sumptuous South
And pacify you with wordly wonder

But I only have this love to chain you with
I only have the place called "home" to lock you with
I only have the smell of sweet garden flower and home made cooking to entice you with
And a fervent hope these will be enough to keep you forever

Because I want you to stay, my precious.
Because I need you.
Because I love you.

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