this year fasting, full of sigh...

Bulan puasa telah tiba,

(sigh)

Cepet banget sih udah puasa lagi,

Gw bener2 ga semangat ngejalanin puasa tahun ini, kenapa ya?

Kalo diinget2, puasa taun kemaren kayanya lebih worse buat gw,

Taun kemaren gw puasa masih di kosan, sebagai seorang anak kos yang pas-pasan,

Oh yeah, We’re gonna talk bout it later, but now, I wanna talk about this year ramadhan, for me.

Gw ga tau ya ini cuma bawaan hari pertama puasa atau bukan, atau bawaan liburan atau bukan, tapi Yes, I’m totally not in the mood to face the fasting month right now.

Kayanya lebih masuk akal alasan kedua, ini bawaan liburan.

3 minggu yang lalu, ya, persis 3 minggu yang lalu, gw baru balik dari liburan di Singapur, dan that was quiet a holiday, I had so much fun, so much experiences, cukup untuk membuat gw jadi ga mau balik ke Indonesia dan menghadapi bulan puasa.

Tapi yah, apa mau dikata, here I am, already in Indonesia, back to handle this friend-things and of course, campus-things, and puasa-things-

Tuh kan gw bener2 ga mood buat nulis,

(sigh)

Okay, intinya, gw masih mau SENANG-SENANG! HEDON-HEDON! GILA-GILAAN! Karena… target liburan gw belom smuanya terpenuhi, jujur saja. Kira-kira begini, gw punya SEGUDANG, yeah, SEGUDANG, okay gw mulai LBY, gw punya list rencana, atau target liburan yang sudah gw buat JAUH sebelum liburan gw dimulai. Okay, ini list nya:

1. MAGANG

2. Menjauhkan diri dari Jakarta

3. Abisin SUMMER MOVIES, ga boleh ada yang ketinggalan

4. Smoothing rambut

5. Berenang, menghitamkan kulit

6. Karaoke

7. Beres2 kamar

8. Ganti HP

Hmmm, terpaksa harus jelasin satu2 ya?

Okay, since, blog gw ini baru juga, ga ada salahnya deh.

1^st, Magang = CHECKED! Ya, gw magang liburan ini, 1 bulan pengalaman jadi reporter majalah remaja cowok, terhitung tanggal 17 Juni 2009 – 16 Juli 2009. Oya this reminds me, gw juga mau cerita pengalaman magang gw di blog ini, tapi nanti ya. About magang itu, yeah that was quiet an experience ya, ada enaknya ada engganya, walopun jujur, banyakan engganya, haha. Terutama fakta bahwa gw cukup (baca:sangat) TEKOR. Enough said. Gw kasih nilai 6,8 untuk liburan magang ini.

2^nd, menjauhkan diri dari Jakarta = CHECKED! Itu maksudnya, at least ada hari buat gw nginep di luar Jakarta sebentar. Dan emang dari sebelom liburan, gw memang sudah terjadwal dengan asyiknya untuk berlibur di villanya Pak Ishadi SK (komisaris Trans TV) bersama-sama teman-teman komunikasi 2007 yang ngambil matakuliah manajemen media massa. Well, walopun akhirnya yang ikut ga semuanya adalah mahasiswa matkul itu, tapi yah, it’s okaylah. Nginepnya ga lama, 3 hari 2 malem, standarlah, tapi intinya gw SUDAH menjauhkan diri dari Jakarta. Nilai liburannya? 8 lah.

3^rd, abisin summer movies = CHECKED! Alhamdulillahirobbilalamin! Gw ga absen dari satupun summer movies, bahkan untuk beberapa film, gw berkesempatan untuk nonton itu berkali2, sampe bosen. Hihi. 9 for this!

4^th, Smoothing = CHECKED! LOL LOL LOL, akhirnya smoothing juga. Oh yes that reminds me, gw juga harus menulis sesuatu tentang pengalaman gw di smoothing. COMING SOON on seetacaesarianey@blogspot.com. 8 for this!

5^th, Berenang;menghitamkan kulit = NOT YET! T_T sedihnyaaa, gw udah lama bgt ga brenang, dan… kulit gw udah pucaaaat sekali, banyak yang bilang “Ta, kulit lo tuh putih ya, banyak orang pengen punya kulit putih sampe beli cream yang mahal2, elo yang udah putih malah pengen item, aneh deh lo!” FYI!!! Gw ga mau punya kulit putih, gw mau punya kulit SEHAT! Got it?! White is okay, but it’s just not alright! Gw udah pasang alarm sejak awal liburan untuk brenang, sayangnya alarm ini lupa kalo di periode liburan ini ada waktu magang dan bulan puasa. That’s why, brenang ga jadi2. Kalo udah mau jadi, ada aja yang bikin ga jadi. Padahal SNOW BAY baru buka di Taman Mini yang notabene cuma sekali naek angkot dari rumah gw, and kolam renangnya LEBIH OK kemana2 dari Pantai Indah Kapuk… sungguh sangat menyedihkan saat bulan puasa udah mulai, gw belom pernah nyobain Snow Bay…

6^th, Karaoke = NOT YET! Gw adalah seorang karaoke addict! Karena karaoke adalah penemuan ter-jenius orang Jepang, yang menurut gw adalah salah satu sarana untuk melampiaskan segala badmood. Screaming bisa juga sih, tapi kalo sekaligus nyanyi, itu jauh lebih efektif, trust me! Liburan ini, yang bikin gw badmood banyak, terlebih setelah gw selesai magang, lebih banyak lagi! Dan ya, gw in the need bgt untuk karaoke! Dan sepertinya temen2 gw juga, tapi sekali lagi, waktu mempermainkan kita kawan, udah puasa aja.. karaoke, I’m sorry goodbye aja deh. Abis lebaran kita serang NAV, KTV, n Inul Vista ya kawaaan!!!

7^th, beres-beres kamar = Not yet juga. Hmmm, if u wanna know, di kamar gw itu, ada satu spot yang jadi tempat gw untuk menumpuk semua handout-handout kuliah, kertas-kertas tugas, coret2an tangan gw yang abstrak, potongan2 halaman majalah yang isinya gambar atao artikel menarik yang menurut gw sayang kalo dibuang (iya, gw punya hobi kaya gini dari kecil), ada koran2 juga, kertas2 berisi pe-er2 n tugas2 dialog Mandarin yang dikasih si laoshi tiap minggu, ya, pokonya kertas2 gitu deh, yang harusnya udah gw beresin dari kapan tau, tapi sampe sekarang pun belum juga. Dan sekarang tumpukan kertas itu udah menggunung, di tambah kertas2 hasil presscon u/ tugas2 magang, hasil wawancara, polling2 ga jelas, dll, dan ditambah lagi kertas2 yang gw bawa dari Singapur kemaren, ada peta Sentosa Island, peta rute MRT, catalog Ikea, dll. Si nyokap gw udah speechless, gw makin males ngeberesinnya, akhirnya gw tutupin sarung bantal aja tuh pegunungan kertas. Dan sekarang udah puasa, kapan mau beresinnya? Ntar tambah aus, tambah laper, karena beresin kertas2 gila itu, ga butuh tenaga yang sedikit sepertinya. Maybe bukan cuma tenaga sih, tapi juga kesabaran. Masa puasa gw batal cuma gara2 ga sabar beres2 barang, eh, beres2 kertas, (sigh lagi)

8^th, Ganti HP = hahaha, kasi ketawa aja deh. Mengingat gw sudah spend lumayan banyak buat Singapore Trip, jadi yaa, hehe, gw memang sedang diambang kebangkrutan (lagi). Kata si nyokap, ya tunggu lebaran aja kan dapet angpao. Well… yasudahlah.

Itulah mengapa gw ga semangat bgt puasa kali ya, masih so lot things to do… kenapa puasa udah mulai aja? Kecepetan ah, coz kayaknya baru kemaren kita lebaran 2008. Don’t you think so?

HairDisaster feat. Mia Thermopolis

Sunday, April 5^th , 2009

02.35 p.m

Ooh..

Cloudy Sunday afternoon…

Home alone.

Okay today I wanna talk about hair. Hair problem actually, I’ve just done creambath a few hours ago. For a girl like me, creambath is a very rare thing to do, the last one was about 4 to 5 months ago, so, it’s been a while. Why? Because I do creambath for particular reason that I’ve been very strict to. I do creambath when I got stress out and need something to meditate, or when I’m too lazy to wash my hair. For today, it stands for both.

I need something to meditate. I came home pretty late last night, so when I’ve just arrived, I was so fully tired, low battery, and I got that dizzy and queasy condition. I was so tired that I even forgot to take a bath, went straight to my room and slept.

It was 9 o’clock in the morning when I finally wake up. Feeling thirsty and bathroom-sick, I go outside and found my Mom walking around with a cellphone on her right hand and a perfume on the left. She has already dressed up, so I guess they’re going to a party, and I’m right of course, a second later my sist’ running toward me and say: “Sist, we’re going to Buizendorg (Bogor,-red)! Take a bath, HURRY!”. Oh… I’m so not in the mood to go anywhere, so I say: “I’m not going!” to them.

Then, I take a quick bath and I realize that my hair is dirty, but it has been 5 or 6 days, so it must be super duper dirty. Eeew… there’s no way I’ll clean it up myself… So I have to go to the salon. I think creambath is the best way to release every morning tension I have, the package of hair-cleaning, massage, and a little aromatherapy thing, maybe will help, I hope.

So I take my money, cellphone, and a novel, and go straightly to the salon. It’s too early, they’ve just started the business. My usual hairdresser hasn’t come yet, so his friend does my hair. I think it’s alright, because the only thing I want is cleaning my hair a.s.a.p.

Actually, I didn’t like the salon, because I always got criticized by the hairdressers, even the nice one. Or maybe they didn’t mean to criticize, but, since it’s mine, my hair, seeta’s hair, all they said is critic! And I don’t like this. And yes, I get criticized today too. Here, I list the most critical hair-critic sentence that I (always) got in the salon.

1. Wow! Your hair is too much! (Rambutnya banyak banget)

2. Wow! Very curly and wavy! (Kribo gila)

3. What shampoo do you use? (Pake sampo apa sih?)

4. _with stinky eye_ Do you comb your hair? (sisiran ga sih?)

5. Ooh.. you got volume! (rambutnya ngembang ya,)

6. You should try -bla bla bla- (bla-bla-bla means he offers lots of hair treatment that already exist, and, oh, also means a lot of hair-care product that he recommends).

((check it out this one, I’m so sick of this one!))

7. Why don’t you make it straight, there’s rebonding and smoothing techno today, why don’t you try? (kenapa ga dilirusin, kan bisa di bonding ato smuting?)

Imagine that I have to listen to all of them everytime I went to salon! Don’t blame me for being so furious!

Honestly, I love my hair. Really I do. But how I define ‘love my hair’, isn’t similar with the other girls and the hairdresser’s definition. For me, loving your hair doesn’t mean you have to go to salon everyweek, neither you have to give style to it, or whatever.

Or maybe I’m wrong, maybe I hate my hair. I don’t like my hair’s texture, I don’t like my hair condition, I always tie my hair all the time, every occasion, even the formal one, because I don’t wanna get hectic with my hair! My hair’s sucks!

But, I love my hair, I don’t give some treatments to it because I’m afraid they will be side effects, I’m afraid, that in the end, my hair will be screwed, I’ve taken the rebonding techno once, and in the end my hair got dandruffed, the texture was getting rough, and within several months, it’ll get curly again, so when I wanted to get it straight, I’ll have to re-rebonding it, over and over again, so it’ll become an addictive activity, that’s why is sucks!

I don’t wanna be salon addict, I don’t wanna be that kind of girl.

Okay, back to the discussion.

After washing my hair, the hairdresser starts to get my hair creamed. I start to read the novel, it was Meg Cabot’s Princess Diaries. I forget when was the last time I read it, but it has been a long time, Jr. High maybe, because, this novel’s pages have already got yellowed. Haha.

Huh, this novel is boring, so girly. This is the first time I bring girly novel when I go to salon, back before, I used to bring Harry Potter book. The two hours salon’s treat is a great time to read Harry Potter. I can finish those two hours reading the 1^st Harry Potter. For this time, I has been 1 ½ hours but I still stuck on page 46 from 312. Then I realize that I have the DVD’s at home, so I decided to pay attention to the hairdresser’s work.

My hair has been boiled (is that right to describe the big salon helmet to make creamed hair warm? Not sure), my arm, neck, and shoulder have been massaged, so it’s time to wash and blow my hair. Okay, the story begin here, when the hairdresser starts to blow my hair.

My hair is too much, usually, it take 2 or 3 hairdressers to blow it. Haha. For this time, there’s only one hairdresser that available, so, haha, I see the tired and desperate face on him, but, it’s the job, you have to do it like it or not! Life is hard, remember? haha

But, he get sucks! He is not blowing my hair, he only makes my hair dry, that’s it! So you know what next, my hair gets big! Volumed! And of course, messy (negative messy, not positive like I always seems)! No wonder I got so… temperamental!

“Mas! Kog jadi ngembang gini??”

“Emang rambutnya gini kan?” (shit!)

“Tapi biasanya kalo di blow ga jadi se-ngembang ini, kurang di tarik nih!”

“Udah ditarik kog,” (double shit!)

“Ya tau uda ditarik, tapi KURANG DITARIK!” (high pitched voice already)

The senior female hairdresser who used to do my Mom’s hair, walk to us and touch my hair.

“Kamu kurang ditarik nih, mau dicatok aja mba?”

“Ga usah, biasanya juga ga dicatok, ini kurang tarik aja kan?”

And you have to know, the hairdresser suddenly said this sentence, with all the bhenchonk style that he could show: (please imagine it, please)

“ditarik pake apa? Pake tambang?”

And he go away.

It feels like I could scream and shout loud!

BRENGSEK LO BHENCHONK!

I usually respect male hairdresser that seems like homo, not straight, and talk like girls, because I know this guy, male hairdresser, I used to claim him homo, but he’s finally married, so I decided not to underestimate or disrespect another male hairdresser.

But, this time, are you agree if I say that he ask for it?! Because the freak totally does!

“Saya ga mau keluar salon dengan keadaan rambut kaya gini lho Mba (senior hairdresser, My Mom’s).”

“Oh yaudah diulang aja deh diblow-nya”

So he re-blows my hair, forcefully I think. But he did well this time, because I give him scary stare in the mirror. Until, it’s done, I pay the creambath service, but I don’t give him tip. I mean, come on, tip for him?? Hell NO!

When I home, I watch Princess Diaries DVD, and found Mia Thermopolis’ hair is just like me, and, uhm, her personality too! Because I think Mia Thermopolis will do exactly the same like I did when the same thing happened to her. Haha. Right then, I feel so not alone in this crazy hair dilemma.

The point is, however sucks your hair is, try to love it, because it’s yours.

By loving it, you could do anything that you’ll never expect.

Shouting loud to a desperate male-hairdresser for example.

Haha

I wonder what will my Mom’s say if she knew what happened.

To scary to imagine.

footnote: by the time this post been made, i hadn't been smoothed, so uhm, looks like i swallow my own spittle, don't I? haha. yeah life's changed...

welcoming myself (?)

oh yeah,

it’s new, right?

uhm,

first of all i would like to thank blogspot .com for having me signed up,

second of all i would like to thank my dad for providing me with this internet service,

and my mom too, who keeps reminding dad about how much an internet service worth for me, and for supporting all my random activity.

and my lil’ sist’, for being my lil’ sist’.

and my friends, too much too thank, thanks for being my lifetime partner in crime,

and thank you, for reading this abstract in me.

so,

enjoy!

p.s: these are an abstract and a random, so, don’t take it too serious, because me too never being serious. like joker said “Why so serious?”…