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Remember when I wrote I wear my hair long and spiky and bushy and messy? That was yesterday!
Today, I cut my hair short!
What?

Gak sengaja sebenernya, n gak direncanakan. Tadinya, gw emang bener-bener males pergi ke salon untuk potong rambut. N gw udah berniat mo manjangin rambut sampe Papap gerah dan mengultimatum (because that means it's his treat).
Nah, hari ini, ceritanya kita bertiga keluar seharian. Dimulai dari pagi, acara mem-vaksin Hikari yang diteruskan dengan berburu seragam kaos+celana panjang putih untuk school performance besok. Setelah mengubek-ubek tiga depato, kesandung diskon, n berhasil membawa pulang belanjaan lebih dari yang direncanakan (kekeks), kita akhirnya pulang juga. Hari udah sore banget, udah agak gelap, n udah dingin. Selagi nunggu lampu penyebrangan jalan di perempatan dekat depato terakhir yang kita kunjungin, Papap melontarkan ide: Mau potong rambut 1000 Yen gak?
FYI, potong rambut 1000 Yen itu paling murah (yang gw pernah temukan) di Tokyo dan Honjo. Potong rambut seharga itu juga berarti: gak pake comfort, gak pake cuci rambut, gak pake ngobrol, apalagi massage. Bisa ditunjukin pintu keluar kalo kita minta massage di salon 1000 Yen! So, udah lah elu masukin duit seribu Yen ke slot machine, trus si mesin bakal kasih elu slip/kartu tanda terima. Elu tunggu giliran, n pas giliran elu tiba, elu duduk di kursi kerajaan, dan dengan singkat dan padat elu pesen potongan rambut yang elu mau (dengan catatan, gak pake bawel mo ini itu). Dalam jangka waktu 10 menit saja, proses potong rambut bakal selesai!

Wes, kembali ke proses potong rambut gw, out of the blue, gw kok langsung setuju. Adrenalin langsung meningkat, serasa mau arung jeram, ada tantangan gitu. Lagian udah beberapa lama, gw mo bawa Hikari potong rambut juga karena rambutnya juga udah panjang. Kemarenan, Papap gak ngasih kalo Hikari potong rambut ke salon, karena bliaw mau mengasah kemampuan potong rambutnya yang jujur aja... agak-agak menyedihkan. Sementara buat gw, 'Lah, anak kecil juga manusiaaaa'. So, sambil bilang oke, gw juga nawar: Hikari potong rambut juga ya?! N Papap setuju. Oke deehh..

Masuklah kita bertiga ke salon itu (more like barbershop). Ada dua pemotong rambut. Ibu-ibu in their late 40s. Ouch!
Si Papap udah langsung masukkin duit 2000 Yen. Di antrean depan kita, ada 2 orang nenek-nenek. Waks?! Dibelakang kita ada dua bapak-bapak. Hih?
Nenek pertama maju ke kursi pemotongan. Gila! Rambutnya dipotong abis, pendek, helm!!!
Nenek kedua mengalami hal yang sama.
Gw gemeteran. Sumpah. Gw bilang ke si babe, "Kalo aku gak jadi aja gimana?"
Babe monyong, "Udah bayar, tau! Masa' aku yg potong rambut?"
Gw ngelirik rambut babe, hehehe... rambutnya masih satu senti.
Yoss! Gw berdoa tambah kenceng.

Giliran Hikari. Ih, si ibu pemotong itu sama sekali gak pake basa-basi ngerayu anak kecil, bo! Bahkan Hikari yang sempet berulah gak mau, langsung diem takut karena liat tampang stern si pemotong...
Duh, gw makin gemeterrr... Mata gw langsung menyapu sekeliling ruangan. Ah, ada rak majalah! Gw buru-buru bolak-balik satu majalah. Majalah mana aja, yang penting ada gambar orang berambut! Srrrttttt.......... Mana? Mana? Mana nih?
Di halaman terakhir ada foto Crown Princess Masako. Ada Bae Yong Jun. Pokoknya potong pendek. Gw makin nervous. Abis Hikari, giliran gw nih! Yang mana? Mana?

Yah, Hikari selesai dipotong. Giliran gw. Gw duduk di kursi. Buka majalah.
"Mijikai, onengaishimasu." (short, please)
N jari gw menunjuk ke... Princess Masako.

10 menit selesai. How did I end up? Papap ketawa...
Dua orang ini dijadiin satu!



Daripada takut pergi ke dokter gigi, or ke dokter manapun, lebih parah takut pergi ke salon. Kayak gw. Ngeliat scissors untuk gunting rambut, bisa bikin gw nervous n panik. Ini lebih masuk akal. Pikir aja, kalo elu ke dokter/gigi, sesakit apapun, masih bisa ditutupin badan. Nah, kalo elu salah gunting rambut? Apa gak jadi aib sedunia seumur hidup?
Temen1: "Potong rambut dimana sih, lu, coy?"
Temen 2: "Kenapa? Ancur ya?"
Temen 3: "Iya. Parah amat. Itu model helm ato model batok kelapa?"
Temen 4: "Eh, tapi masih mending deh. Dari pada rambutnya si A waktu dia potong rambut setaon lalu."
Temen 1: "Ember. Helm n batok kelapa aja tersinggung disamain sama rambutnya si A!"

Kan!

pictures: google image

Okay, I've got a few seconds to spare. I really need to write something on the blog. Or else, I'll blow up...

Hikari
Well, he's still saying NO, or DON'T, or WON'T, or CAN'T to this and that. The intensity is still a lot, but not so devastating anymore. For the time being. We suspect that he would try again some time later, though. Oh, well.
Actually I've an interesting story about some wise mothers talking about tantrums. But, it'd be for next time. Just so I can have something to write about...

My Mum
She's still calling. Not for me, as you have guessed, but for Hikari. The last time she called she had a request: she wanted Hikari back in Indonesia. Like, right now...
Mum: When are you going back here? (This is her she-actually-knows-the-answer-already question)
Me: Mom, you know when.
Mum: No, I'm talking about now. Not later. When are you visiting us? (She used the word 'visiting')
Me: Not now.
Mum: Papa is sick. He keeps talking about Hikari.
Me: Okay. Tell him Hikari is fine.
Mum: You should (with the intonation of MUST) come back. Together with Hikari.
Me: I can't. Why don't you and Pap come here?
Mum: I CAN'T. I have a job, and your father can't travel.
Me: Well, Mom, I have a job, too, you know.
Mum: No, you don't.
Me: *Sigh. I know I don't. She's right again. Like always.*

My Dad
He is indeed sick. He misses Hikari too much. This -believe it or not- influenced Hikari. Out of the blue, Hikari asked me to return to Indonesia. Well, well...

Papap
With the deadline of his thesis coming, he sleeps less -which is a BIG surprise-, and he's losing more weight... and hair. His only consolation is most of his friends suffer the same thing.

Me?
Let me see...
-->My mood is improving. Thanks to the gift from Papap (written earlier). The gift surprisingly made us, at first, curious, and then involved us in a really deep discussion, which eventually turned into a rising argument. We haven't had any conclusion yet, but I'm sure I'll win because 1) I'm more selfish than Papap. I have to win. 2) Papap doesn't like argument. He'd rather leave it to me as I please...
-->I still have 4 unfinished drafts (redundant, eh?) which I've got to make them finish before mid of March, or... I'm in trouble.
Have you ever wondered why deadlines always come at the same time?
-->I let my hair grow longer. Papap called me 'gonjes' already. He always believes that I and long hair are bad equation. It's not that I don't want to cut it short, I just don't feel like going out where it's cold. Freezing cold. And rainy. So, my recent pictures will be me and my silly long hair. Not to mention spiky, bushy, and messy.
-->Two weeks from now, Papap is going to an out-of-town conference for a week. I've already sensed nervousness in myself. I've never been alone with Hikari only, before. Don't get me wrong. I so adore Hikari, but being with him 24 hours for 7 days is another story! You haven't asked Hikari. He is probably more nervous than I am... Wish me luck. I really need it.
-->In two-week time, Papap and I have to 'brainwash' Hikari about Papap's trip. We have to tell him from now on that for a week there will be just himself and me... Waks! Hikari is rather unique about this. He requires both of us to be present. When one of us is out of his sight, he usually gets very cranky.
-->Oh, we cancelled the second trip to Nakazato ski-jo (ski resort) because of Papap's tight schedule. To compensate for this, the three of us are going to _ _ _ _ _ _ for the Spring holiday. Bib, fill in the blank, please... :))

Well, that's all from now. Not as brief as I've expected :b

Today Papap gave me an early birthday present. A way early. Two weeks early.
No big deal, it's a treat! Ho ho ho... it's a superb treat, sugoii puresento, great! (*okay, okay, stop right here!)
I won't tell you what the gift is for a lot of reasons. It's, however Papap said, to encourage me with my new hobby...!!! Aye, aye!!!

Thanks, hon. You deserve an oscar award and a kiss ;b

Day 6
Morning, 7:30.
Hikari: AKU GAK MAUUU MANDIIIIIIIII SAMA PAPAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!! AKU MAUNYA SAMA MAMAAAAAAAA AJJAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!
In the kitchen, the breakfast is gosong.

Noon, 4:00.
Hikari: AKU GAK MAU MAKAN ITUUUUUUUUUUUUU. AKU MAU MAKANNNN IKAN KECIL-KECIL AJAAAAAAAA!!!!!
In the kitchen, a plate is broken.

Night, 9:00
Hikari: AKU GAK MAUUUUUUUUU BOBOOOOOOOOO!!!! HUAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!
(*They're talking about terrible two. What happen to terrible three, terrible four, five, twelve, sixteen?*)

Week 2
Papap is still stressed out.

Month 1
My draft is going to the trash bin.

Noon. Losing track of the numbers.
Kringggg......
Me: Hello?
@?!@: Mana si Hikari?
Me: Ma?
My mom: Iya. Hikarinya mana?
Me: Belum pulang sekolah dong. Nanti jam setengah 4.
Mom: Oh. Ya, udah. Cuma mau ngomong sama Hikari aja. Dah!
Tuuuuuuuuttttttttt...............
Me: ???
(*whatever happen to 'I miss you too' and whoever says the only daughter gets all the love?*)

~SUNSHINE AND RAIN~

No Life is useless and no day is vain,

For God has a purpose for sunshine and rain

All are discouraged and everyone cries

But we're never alone beneath cloudy skies,

All hearts can break... they're fragile as glass

But God will mend them, and this too shall pass.

Sometimes we succeed, and sometimes we fail

So follow your dream whatever the trail,

For no one's a loser who gives it his best,

And you can stand tall above all the rest.

Those who are faithful are noble at heart,

And no life is useless when God has a part.

Be swift to give praises and slow to complain....

God has a purpose for sunshine and rain.

Shalini Ramraj

Finally, the snow did fall. Although not the first time, this time the snow was willing to stay for the morning. The snow disappeared exactly at 9:30 AM.

The first time, it was a heavy shower, indeed, but there was no snow pile on the ground. May be because the shower only lasted 30 minutes, from 8:30 to 9:00 AM.

I'm glad, we finally have snow in Honjo. Good for the city's reputation (*being surrounded by mountains, it is*).

Pak Le' wants to know how weird I am. Well, to think of it, I'm sure I'm the most sane (sanest?) person in the world. That's right!
But, I agree to tell him, 5 weirdest things about me. For the sake of world peace... (I still think these are sane, though)

1) I think I'm sane when I say: I CAN'T STAND PUBLIC TOILET, along with other private toilets. The thought of going to public toilet can make me hold my nature calls.
I usually hold my 'needs' when I'm outside, and 'outside' includes the office (now, I'd been employed for 10 years!). And, I'm never quick in the toilet, mine or public. The long queue in front of the public toilet just make me more nervous, and take me longer to finish what I've got to finish in the toilet. My solution is: either I avoid a long-queued public toilet, or I tell people not to wait in front of my box.

2) I spend at least 45 minutes in the bathroom. No matter how hard I try to quicken my 'bathing activities', I always bath for more than 45 minutes (Imagine what happen when I get up late and have a meeting to attend).
I think this is hereditary. All of my family members also take a long time in the bathroom, except my mom. When we were kids, my mom put a big (and cheap) portrait of Monalisa on the bathroom wall. It was supposed to freak us out so we finished bathing quicker. It didn't work. We simply turned our back on the picture when we bathed.
ps: the Monalisa portrait is indeed scary!

3) I have a paranoia for dirt, stain, anything that's dirty or anything that I suspect dirty. I avoid touching dirty object, and I teach this to my son. I wash my hands hundred times a day. I wash all my clothes right after I wear them; I don't hang them although they 'look' clean enough to wear again the next day. I used to bring spare clothes when I rode a motorcycle because I thought I could see the dirt all over me (Jakarta, remember?!). Then, when I arrived in my destination, I would change my 'motorcycle-riding' clothes with the spare ones. I also change my bedsheet as often as possible, like once every two days. I don't permit anyone using my bed as a 'living room' meaning playing, chatting, gathering in the bed. And, oh, washing up before going to sleep is a must, and it is imposed in my house.
*Come to think of it, I'm sure I was the only kid who was able to produce no stain on my clothes whenever I ate ice cream*.

4) I don't know why but I NEVER consider animals CUTE.
Sorry.

5) Well, may be, the weirdest thing in my life is Papap. Amazingly, surprisingly, luckily, he CAN stand me. *He never comments, he never complains*. Weird enough, I never drive him crazy. I do drive my parents, my bros, and my friends crazy most of the time, though.

Now, I'm supposed to ask the same thing to you, especially Bibib and Ully. What are the 5 weirdest things about you?