Why Hating on Your Natural Haircolor?

Around 3 years ago, during the preparation of my sister's wedding day. I accompanied her to this hair salon where she got her hair and make up set for her big day.
We were there for make up test, trying on the dress, and hairdo consultation.
The stylist kept asking her to dye her hair a bit lighter. (FYI: my sis never colors her hair. Her hair is like, perfect black, very healthy.)
She refused to do it. But the stylist still said; it's better to have lighter hair color. Then we asked, "Why?". She answered,

the light color gives dimension to your hair. When you pull one section across another, you can see the depth, and it will looks nicer. While black hair, will appear with no depth, one dimensional, and heavy.

Well yeah, if I look at those Japanese Hairstyle magazine, almost everyone inside has at least brown-ish kind of hair color.
Me personally, at that time, had a red-auburn color. I keep dying my hair, because I have gray hair that's growing like crazy. Gray is contrasting so much with my black hair, so I decided on red or light brown to 'camouflage' them.

My sister is a woman with a strong will, stubborn I might say for sometimes. So she decided "No, no matter what, I'm keeping my beautiful black hair."

In another occasion when we were together having out haircut at a Japanese hair salon in Jakarta, the hair stylist also kept telling her to dye her hair.

What's wrong with keeping your natural black color hair?  Personally, I simply get bored looking at my dark hair. So, I experience with different color.
But for this past year, I've been dying my hair back to black. I'm loving it. See no problem with those "depth" issue. Except for my gray hair will be noted right away. But that's just a minor problem, I'll just cover them with the black dye again.

What do you think?

Goodbye, Brownie...

As I'm writing, I'm still pretty upset. I don't know where should I leash out my sadness and anger. Been crying for this past 2 hours. But it just doesn't solve anything.

So, this is the story of Brownie. A puppy from the stray dog that me, my sis, and her husband have been feed and taking care of. The day when she was born, she had 5 siblings. Couple of days after that, 1 of them died. Probably because it was too weak. Then 5 of them survive. We watch them closely. We put them on a wooden box. We make sure that they are okay.

They grow up so fast. And it's been 1 month since the day they were born. One puppy catch my attention is the brown one. In fact, she's the only brown from the rest. So does my mom, my sis, my brother in law, all of us are fall in love with her.
My mom told me, "Let's named her Brown!". Then I think "Brownie" sounds cuter. So I decide on my own to call her Brownie.

Because they live outside the house, on the street, they're still pretty stink. My plan is to wait until Brownie is about 3 months old, then take her for a bath, then put her inside out house.
But I have no heart to do it, because I see Brownie liked to play in pack with her sisters and brother.
How if I separate her, then she keep on crying? Or the mom will looking for her? I just couldn't take her right away like this. Not in this condition. So I'll just wait, I said to myself.

Tonight, three of us (me, my sis and her husband) went out for dinner. When we got home, mom told us Brownie got hit by a car, and died immediately. At that time, I didn't want to believe it, I still don't want to believe it. But it's the truth. I went to the street, and saw only 4 of them now. And they already buried her few meter from our house.
I don't know what to say. So I start to cry. Cry and cry.

I asked the people outside (they are the night watch), who hit her. They told me it was our neighbor's car.
Now, I don't really know who's to blame because I didn't see it. But if it's true, then this accident marks the long list of my somewhat problems with my neighbor.
I feel sad. I feel angry. I feel empty at the same time.
Then I go outside to see the rest of the puppies. I pet them one by one. As I put my hand on their body one by one, I started to cry again. I just can't believe, out of the pack, I can't see Brownie anymore.
I feel it's just never be the same anymore without Brownie, my favorite.

I really want to find the culprit/ Probably throw some rocks at his car. Or do something bad to his dog. But at the end, I just blame myself. Why didn't I put her inside sooner? Why? Why? Why?

Rest in peace, Brownie. Goodbye. I hope your last minutes was not painful. And I hope you are happy now. You'll be missed badly.

I never like the rain.

Yes. I never like the rain. Nor when I was a little girl, or when I'm an adult now.

• When it's raining, I can't go out. And when I have a plan to go out, and it's raining, and it makes me can't go out, I get upset.
• When it's raining like in Palembang, there will be flood. And when there's flood, there's traffic jam. I hate traffic jam.
• When it's raining like in Palembang, and it's flooding, I can't go out.
• When it's raining, if I really really have to go out, I have to carry umbrella. I don't like to carry things other than my handbag.
• When it's raining, it looks like a doomsday scenery in those apocalyptic Hollywood movies. I don't like that.
• When it's raining, the ground becomes wet and slippery. I got injured once because of that. 
• When it's raining, the raindrops got caught on my glasses and I can't see.
• When it's raining, I can't feed the dog outside.

So, that "Singing In The Rain" song? It's totally a bullcrap for me.