Kita lagi mencoba belajar menulis (lagi) ttg bbrp hal yang pernah kita alami, antara lain:

• cerita2 perjalanan kita jalan-jalan ke ujung genteng
• cerita kita ngejalanin profesi baru jadi mandor… be a man (dor)!!
• juga cerita ttg acara2 tipi yang s**ks!
• dan satu surprise yang dece pun belom tau …. sssstt

Seminggu kemaren kebetulan pap lagi ada kerjaan di Jakarta. Disela-sela sibuknya pap kerja, pap pengen nengokin Padmahill inceran kita. Jadilah hari ini kita janjian untk jalan-jalan nengokin progress rumah padma.
Jam 9 pagi kita berangkat dari Ciomas ngejemput pap di Hotel Borobudur. Dilanjut perjalanan kurang lebih 1 jam dari Hotel Borodudur sampai ke Modernhill Pondok Cabe. Sampainya disana kita dah ngeliat progress rumah dah naik lagi tembok nya… sempet juga ngborol² ama bapak mandor kontraktor-nya. sempet masuk ke rumah yang belom serah terima. Dalam keadaaan panas terik (jam 12 siang cuy!!), keadaan di dalem rumah adem bgt…padahal gk ada AC terpasang, cuma pintu aja yang semua kebuka.. makin sreg aja nih ama pilihan Padma.

Pulang dari nengok Padma, kita makan siang dulu di Pizza Hut Pondok Cabe (atow cirendeu ?) yaww!! ini mah dah kayak tradisi ampir tiap nengok progress Padmahill !!
Kenyang di Pizza Hut, kudu balikin pap ke Hotel Borobudur, krn pap jam 2 siang ada janji ama orang dari World Bank.
Nah disini lah cerita-nya yang ampe berurusan ama pihak berwajib! Ngendarain si sity sepanjang Sudirman Thamrin, sampey ke Bunderan Patung Kuda yang di depan gedung Indosat, ada mobil belok ke kanan ke Medan Merdeka Barat, diikutin lah mobil itu… eh ternyata di semprit ama Bapak Polisi di traffic light situ jg. Terjadilah percakapan berikut:

Pak Polisi (Pol): Selamat siang Pak!

Kemudian rifqi ngasiin SIM + STNK

Mobil depan yang kita ikutin emang ikut di-semprit juga, tapi gak lama mobil itu jalan lagi..entah apa yg terjadi  (:-?)

Terus SIM+STNK diperhatikan ama Polisi itu, dan bilang:

Ok kemudian mobil menyeberang dan parkir di dekat pos polisi. Dece dari jok belakang ngingetin Rifqi kalo Rifqi gak boleh nyogok polisi. Ngadep lah Rifqi ke polisi di pos tersebut. Pak polisi yang ngeliat SIM Rifqi dari Bandung, mobil plat D, ngasi opsi, (nitip) bayar tilang ditempat atow ke pengadilan tgl 31 juli di Jalan Gajah Mada Jakarta (?). Ada satu opsi lagi yang Rifqi tanya yaitu ttg slip biru. Untuk opsi ini, katanya Rifqi harus ke Jakarta tgl 31 juli jg trus bayar ke Bank BRI di Pancoran.
Rifqi masih bingung mutusin mo yg mana karena duid di dompet tinggal 55rebu cash. Itu pun Rifqi ngaku buat bayar tol pulang ke Bandung setelah mengantarkan “tamu” ke Stasiun Gambir… Ternyata ada satu pengendara motor yang disemprit jg dan ternyata dia gk punya SIM. Si pengendara motor minta “kebijaksanaan” Pak polisi sambil mengasi duid 10 rebu rupiah. Setelah itu melengganglah si pengendara motor itu !?!??

Akhirnya malah ngobrol² ngolor ngidul ttg Bandung.. ternyata polisi yg nyemprit adl bekas anak gangster di Bandung yg nongkrongnya di sekitaran Simpang Dago - Monumen Perjuangan… bekas sembalap jg  polisi ini.. hahaha..
Karena kelamaan di dalem pos polisi, Dece nyusul ke pos..  ngeliat Rifqi ama polisi lagi ketawa-ketawa.. akhirnya ngeliat Rifqi dah disusul istrinya, si polisi bilang ya udah sana hati-hati lain kali… polisi tsb membiarkan kita utk berjalan lg.. (yiihhaaa!?!?!)

Gak pernah nyangka akhir-nya seperti itu..jujur aja, kl gk ada istriku yang mengingatkan, pasti Rifqi dah ngasi duid yg ada di dompet itu ke polisi tersebut. emang bukan masalah besaran duidnya.. tapi semacam integritas terhadap effort untuk mengikis hal² yang udah dianggap biasa. Untuk itu jujur aja Rifqi masih kudu belajar banyak.

Maacii ayang… sisa hari itu jadi milik mu ayang… ZARA’s Final Redemption Sale @ Grand Indo!

“…Semaikan benih, dan bumi akan memberimu bunga. Mimpikan impianmu sampai ke langit, dan ia akan memberimu yang kamu cintai…” (Kahlil Gibran)

Temen-temen yang tgl 9-Agt-2008 sempet dateng ke Gd. Jend. Sudirman, Secapa TNI-AD kemaren mungkin ngedapetin tanda mata berupa bibit bunga matahari (mudah-mudahan gk ampe dimakan karena ngira kwaci).

Ternyata temen kantor si akang, namanya Andri Kurniawan aka Cipto langsung  nanem bibit itu dan sekarang setelah 5 bulan berlalu, tinggi nya udah -+ 1 meter dengan batang yang udah kokoh, trus bunga mataharinya sudah bermekaran (liat foto di bawah).

Priyo yang sekarang lagi semanget berkebun, mau mulai nanem bibit bunga matahari itu. Ntar kl dah mekar, kirim kita fotonya ya…

Dece sendiri nanem 9 bibit bunga matahari di pot di ciomas. Dari 9 itu cuman 6 yang tumbuh. Dan ketika mulai meninggi-+20 cm, cucuran air hujan bikin bibitnya mati. Sekarang lagi coba nanem lagi di pot yang sama. Mudah-mudahan kali ini berhasil memekarkan bunga matahari. Kalo ini berhasil, pengen ngebibitin lg bunga matahari. Budidaya mode: on

Oya., buat temen-temen yang sudah menanam bibit bunga matahari tersebut, boleh kirim fotonya ke imel rifqi or dece, ntar kita pasang di web ini…

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KLASIFIKASI
Kerajaan : Plantae
Divisio : Magnoliophyta
Kelas : Magnoliophyta
Ordo : Asterales
Familia : Asteraceae (Compositae).
Genus : Helianthus
Spesies : Helianthus annuus
Nama jenis : Helianthus annuus Linnaeus

One day I wake up and just want to make my hubby proud.

Most days I wake up and wish I could just make up my mind already

Happy new year all! Wonder what’s in store for us this year hm.

Yes, there was a time as an artsy fartsy student when I had bright blue streaks in my hair. Oh what times! The sad thing is that I have no proof XD! I cant understand to this day why I didn’t get around to taking any pictures of myself when I had it. See closed-minded people who only know me as the timid and quiet girl would never even begin to picture me as the rebellious blue-haired type. No proof! How could it be..

Well, the adventure began when Rosemary (one of my indo college friends) revealed to me about the not-so-known but absolutely free way of getting a haircut and or colour. IN MELBOURNE WHERE SALONS CAN COST YOU AN ARM OR LIMB!

Now theres this quite prestigious beauty school in Flinders Street, where their students need “models” (oh la, not that glamorous mind you), I would call them “victims” rather. For live exams, their students need to find real people that they must bring to the class to work on in order to get a final mark and pass. So Rosemary, who one day realized that I had been constantly nagging her about my overdue long hair and boredom throughout the semester, suggested to me that the next time her salon-college-friend would need a “model”, she’d put my name on the list.

So there I was one day after getting a call, sitting in front of a mirror in this exact room, waiting for my hair makeover. The person responsible for the future damage was an indo girl, who needed the beauty school diploma in order to get her a PR (Permanent Residency). Shockingly the girl already had finished a 3 year bachelors degree in design, but the field of design stupidly doesn’t qualify enough points for an Australian PR. And amazingly, the fields of hairdressing and pastry education do. So if you can make a hairbun or a croissant, you can stay in Aussie

She asked me what I wanted, in front of her examiners, and I said some strong cool highlights. What colour? Blue.

It just came out, not premeditated, but out of purely what my mood was liking at the moment. Blue, of course, was actually the most damage one could do to one’s hair. Because in order to get that blue into my jet black hair strands, she needed to bleach my hair completely white, and then dye the blue on top of that. Her examiner was thrilled at the project. Cause surely the perfect candidate whose hair strands are thick enough and capable of such torture would be Asians (or to be more precise-Indian or Melayu Asians).

So, I came home with 2 wide streaks of Blueyness in my hair that afternoon. One near my side fringe and the other almost to the back. She passed, and I looked rad.

The girl also asked me if I was willing to have my hair cut too for her next exam. OK, said I. Why not.

And so I came back to that room a few weeks later for the haircut, and got a shaggy. And met another guy (also indo), who asked if I could be his model for his hair dye exam when my blue streaks had run out. Blue would have to be the least durable colour to have in your hair, it’s semi-permanent and washes away after a month or two.

OK, said I. Why not. Let’s make it purple next.

So that was the story of how I once had blue hair in my early 20s and then had purple hair when I attended my (now) sister in law’s wedding.

Okay, this is the thing; there was this day when I was really astonished when I found out for the first time that Rifqi had taken off his ring. Why was I shocked you may say? You’d think that since 15 years of coming home to indo after 6 years growing up in england that I’d no longer have culture shocks rite? Nop! Turns out still, i find myself gasping at peculiar differences. See all my life, and I mean naively all my life, it had been cemented in my brain that when you’re engaged/married you never take off your ring. The only reason you’d take it off is if you’re in a bar and you intend to appear single and looking for a one night stand. That’s why in western movies sometimes people lose their ring when they’re in the shower, for say, as they don’t take it off even when they’re washing themselves. The ring is like the extension of a body part, people!

So I was shocked when Rifqi casually revealed to me one day that he takes off his ring immediately whenever he’s home. I couldn’t believe it! My thoughts were racing, is the ring not a strong symbol of our bond-i was honestly a bit hurt? Then he told me that people everywhere do it. His (already married) sister and husband do. Everybody does it-he says. I simply had not noticed this before. I still couldn’t believe it that “everybody does it”. So I sms’ed my friend Dinda who with her husband Alan are madly in love and married over a year. “Do you and Alan take off your ring?”-I text’ed. Sounds like a private question to me but if this really is a casual behavior in indo then I was sure she wouldn’t mind me asking. “Yeah, sure we do, we keep the ring on our bedside table.”-she replied. Shock! So slowly it sunked in to me that it is true..

So now this is how we do it, Rifqi takes off his ring right after he comes inside the house alongside his watch, and I still never take off mine. (Well, I did once try to adopt this culture and took off my ring when I wanted to take a shower, but then I forgot to wear it after and didnt remember about it until the next day -dangerous!)

That’s why Rifqi’s ring is still rather shiny and bling bling. And mine has become rugged and not quite so bright

Kejadiannya ketika kita baru landing di cengkareng pulang honimun episod 2. Kita lg nunggu di konter taksi express, nunggu taksi express yg mo nganter plg ke ciomas. Suasana bandara sangat-sangat hiruk pikuk. Penjemput yg menjemput sodara/rekan yang baru mendarat..

Terlihat ada salah satu penjemput yang menjemput keluarganya… memberhentikan mobil plat merah yang dikenadarainya di depan tempat parkir (konter) taksi-taksi. Salah satu anggota keluarga yang dijemputnya adalah perempuan berusia lanjut yang menggunakan kursi roda. Ternyata dibelakang mobil plat merah tersebut, ada 1 taksi yang ingin masuk ke tempat parkiran konter taksinya. Merasa tempatnya dihalangi, si taksi membunyikan klakson berkali-kali. Mobil plat merah tetap tak bergeming, menunggu anggota keluarganya yang menuju ke mobil tsb.  Konter taksi tersebut sebenarnya tidak terhalangi seluruhnya, ada celah yang bisa dimasukki taksi  untuk bisa parkir di konterny, tetapi memang agak sulit jika mobil tersebut menghalangi.  Akhirnya si sopir taksi mencoba memarkirkan taksinya, tapi dengan cara menggerung-gerungkan taksi tsb ketika akan parkir.

Sopir mobil plat merah menyadari hal itu, tiba-tiba turun dari mobilnya menuju taksi. Sopir tersebut sepertinya anak/sodara pemilik mobil plat merah tsb (dari tampangnya gk kyk supir dan sepantaran lah ama rifky)  sambil jalan dia berkata-kata dan menunjuk-nunjuk ke arah anggota keluarganya yang berkursi roda, ingin agar si sopir taksi mengerti dia sedang menaikkan anggota keluarganya yang berkursi roda. Supir mobil plat merah terus mendekati supir taksi yang masih di dalam taksi nya, lalu buk!!! dia menonjok si supir taksi melewati kaca taksi yang terbuka.Petugas konter taksi dan sekurity bandara berhamburan mendekati dan melerai aksi koboi-koboian tsb.

Kita siy senyum-senyum aja ngeliat hal itu. Mencoba sedikit beranalisa, tampaknya si mobil plat merah memberhentikan kendaraannya tidak pada tempatnya. Hanya sekitar 10 meter dari tempat dia berhenti, ada tempat berhenti khusus untuk menaik/turunkan disable people. Dan tempat tersebut kosong loh….

Yang pasti kejadian kyk gini gk bakalan terjadi kl kita berlaku adil…Koq adil?? soalnya dulu waktu SD pernah belajar definisi adil: menempatkan sesuatu pada tempatnya.

Tak lama aksi koboi tersebut selesai, aktivitas kembali rutin seperti semula..taksi express yang dinanti tiba…pulang lah kita untuk menikmati honimun-honimun selanjutnya..