Denial of a Harry Potter Fan

Let’s talk about denial. It’s one example of primitive defense mechanisms. It means refusal to accept reality or fact.
 
As a Harry Potter fan, I deny the fact that Cursed Child exists. Okay, the story has been released quite a while ago and I’m a bit late to write it in my blog. However, it’s my blog so I can write whatever I want here. 
 
I myself haven’t read the book or watched the play but the internet is dark and full of spoiler (mimicking Melisandre) so I read the spoiler and curse the plot because it doesn’t make sense. To be honest, it feels like fanfiction to me. 
 
I don’t want to spoil a lot here but let me mention things that bother me. First of all, Voldemort. Never have I ever thought that Voldemort was capable of doing that.
 
Second: Cedric. He was a kind person and what he does in Cursed Child is out of character. A kind Hufflepuff won’t do that. 
 
Third is Harry Potter. Really, what he said to Albus is unacceptable. Oh well, parents make mistake but again, that’s out of character, especially when this character is Harry Potter.
 
Enough of my ramble. I’m out. See you in my next post.

I’m Exhausted

Being a co-assistant in hospital is exhausting and when I’m exhausted, I lose motivation to do things. I can’t even bring myself to review material. It’s also difficult for me to stay awake during lecture (yes, we still have lecture in hospital). I envy my friend who can stay awake during lecture and understand the material. They even have enough energy to discuss it with the residents. Seriously, those friends have no idea how lucky they are.

I’m trying though.

Forgotten List

I often have a lot of idea in my head for my blog post but I don’t write the post right away. I usually make a list of “blog post idea” so that if I have the chance to write something, I will write from that list.

The problem occurs when it has been a long time I haven’t written in my blog then I start blogging again and when I look at the list, I think, “I had this idea? What am I supposed to write?”
After that I usually write about something else that’s not included in the list.

“The Most Asian” Novel: My Experience with the Kite Runner

Few weeks ago, I read the Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini and it was amazing.

I will not spoil much but I will tell about my experience reading it. First, reading this novel in public place was a mistake. I brought the novel during my night’s watch duty in hospital and I had to hold back my tears many times. So I was happy when I could finally read it at home because I could cry ugly tears as I wanted.

Second, this novel is probably “the most Asian” novel I’ve ever read. The “Asian things” come in many forms: Asian pride, parent-and-child relationship, our attitude toward people of different ethnicity or religion, the gender biased norm, marriage, the taboo stuff, etc. Then I realise something: regardless of ethnicity, location, and religion, Asians are Asians. Some proud creatures we are. Well, maybe not all Asians but I live in another part of Asia and I can relate and understand those things.

This is one of my favourite quotes in the book which is also one of “the most Asian” quotes, “Because history isn’t easy to overcome. Neither is religion. In the end, I was a Pashtun and he was a Hazara, I was Sunni and he was Shi’a, and nothing was going to change that. Nothing. But we were kids who had learned to crawl together, and no history, ethnicity, society, or religion was going to change that either.”

I guess those “Asian things”, aside from the story line, are what make me love this novel so much. Because I could relate to it. Because it makes me cry and say, “Yes, right.”

Mess

She’s home again. Sitting in her room, infinite sadness in her eyes. “That home is a mess. Why don’t you just leave?” people would tell her. “This is the mess I’m comfortable with,” she wants to say.

Olive Oil on My Face

I mentioned Sarah Urie in my previous post. I you check out her instagram, you will notice that she sometimes promotes skincare product. 

One of the product she promotes is Omega 3.6.9. from LiftedSkin. I visited LiftedSkin website and found out that Omega 3.6.9 costs $39.00. That’s expensive for me. However, I really fell into “Sarah Urie’s trap” (in a good way) so I still wanted to have facial serum or facial oil. I then bought Wardah pure olive oil.
 
Wardah pure olive oil is not 100% pure, though. I read the ingredients and it has fragrance so I can’t use it for cooking (okay, sorry). When I bought it, it cost Rp 25.000,00 (about $ 2 if I’m not mistaken) so it’s quite affordable. 
 
The problem was, I had no idea how to use olive oil on face. Many sources say to use it for facial massage. Questions: How should I massage my face? Should I use only oil or with something else? How often should I massage my face? Some say to do facial massage before bedtime. Should I wash my face after massage or just let it be there and sleep then wash face after waking up? I know that last question sounds silly but still, please answer any of those question.
 
I “experiment” by mixing face moisturizer and olive oil then I use it to massage by following Annie Jaffrey’s youtube tutorial. I usually do it in the afternoon before nap. How long I wait to wash my face depends on my laziness. Sometimes I fall asleep for about 2 hours then wash my face after waking up. Is my “experiment” right?
 
Does it give me glow or twinkle on my skin? (Imagine twinkle on the skin) I don’t pay enough attention to that. However, it does make my skin smooth.

On Sarah Urie and Kindness

In one of my recent posts, I talked about kindness as one of Hufflepuff’s trait. 

I’m a Hufflepuff but I never consider myself a kind or nice person. Some experiences make me think to myself, “Maybe some people don’t deserve my kindness.” So, I confess, I may act nice but I often have “unkind” thought of what I could do when someone do or say unkind things to me. 

One day, I found Sarah Urie’s instagram account. At first I felt something strange. I didn’t know. She did nothing wrong but I felt strange. Later I knew it was because of her bio. Her bio is changed now but when I first saw her instagram, it said, “🐝 kind” Can you view the bee emoji from computer? 

What’s wrong with that bio? Let me tell you, I spent times trying to conceal myself and selecting few people who deserve my kindness then this woman named Sarah said, “Be(e) kind” to my face (well, I face my cell phone so technically she said in to my face online). What?! Who does she think she is, telling people to be kind? She just doesn’t understand the “bitter consequence” of being kind. Maybe she doesn’t understand. Or maybe she understand that some people are horrible but she thinks it’s still important to be kind anyway.

So I think I need to thank Sarah Urie for giving me perspective that it’s all right to be kind. Also, I thank her for giving me idea to write some blog posts (seriously, this is important).

On Hufflepuff and Kindness

In Harry Potter books we know that Hufflepuff values kindness, loyalty, hardwork, and justice. Sounds too nice, huh? I mean, compare those traits to Slytherin’s ambition, Ravenclaw’s intelligence, or Gryffindor’s courage.

I’m a Hufflepuff and believe me, I once thought, “What ‘badass’ quality does my house have?” The answer to that question is, “Maybe none.” If you insist, I can say that Hufflepuff’s justice is badass but people often forget this one trait when they talk about Hufflepuff.

When talking about Hufflepuff, we often talk about kindness, loyalty, and hardwork. The harsh truth is some people view kindness as weakness. I need to learn more neuropsychiatry to find out why. Perhaps because kindness is associated with a child’s innocence. That possible reason is, in my opinion, what makes Hufflepuff precious. This house understands that Hogwarts teaches children.

I found this tumblr post a while ago and I shivered with a little pride. It said, “Children. They were teaching children. Rowena, Godric, Salazar; they tended to forget that. …. ‘I will take them all,’ she said. …. ‘I will teach them how to be the backbone, the heart of this world. I will teach them how to stand steadfast, when all hope is lost.’ …. No, she knew theirs would not be an easy path, or a glorious one. They would have no songs. No great tales in books. No laurels. No consolation, no thanks. But they would be the reason why, when darkness finally came, all of them in all their different colours would stand shoulder to shoulder and draw their wands as brothers in arms. ….” I also recommend you to read the tag, seriously. Some of the tags say #and this my friend is why no one is quite sure what a hufflepuff really is #the answer is: everyone.

And that, my friends, is why I like being in Hufflepuff, being a Hufflepuff.