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The woman who was queuing up behind me took off her heel, then she turned around her ankle.

I looked at her wondering, she smiled embarrassedly, and said, “I’m exhausted. Is it still long, Ma’am?”

I just could nod by smiling in surrenderness.

We’re queuing up the cashier, I’ve been queuing up here for twenty minutes, the line hadn’t still moved on, and it looked like still longer that I wouldn’t move forward.

Ahead me were at least five or six customers behind their trolleys, whose faces were as exhausted as me coz it was too much time to await.

 

Each of them were full-trolleys, their purchases were mounting and almost covered up the customers’ heads.

Ahead me was a man who bought a lot of fruits and I was afraid that those poor oranges would fall in a minute from the trolley and rolled over to the queue of the next cashier.

There was a young mother who hardly pushed her trolley, while her little son whimpered coz he was exhausted of long standing and asked for back-carried.

Ahead more of me were a group of teenagers with their trolley, and one of them had waited too long, then she walked out of the queue and bent beneath a mannequin in a sweater, then she snored in peace (bless all the people who can sleep by bending!).

The worst is a kiddo behind me, she almost died of thirst by standing, then she took a cup of yoghurt inside her trolley, then she drank all of it, though she hadn’t paid for it!

If I’d known from the start, I wouldn’t shop in this place.

But tomorrow I’m gonna be sent to Sumedang a week, so there are a lot of things that I need to buy.

Coz the store was closed to my house, certainly this place is my first choice for shopping.

I’d had a bad feeling as I arrived here.

This was the first time that it was really difficult to me to park my car, coz this place was full-house.

As my car was parked and I got into the store, I was stunned to see this place, coz there are too many people.

People wandered around hardly among the lanes of items, and there weren’t enough space to move around. It looked like that day was a race of most-shopping.

Or probably the rupiah had free fallen, tomorrow all the price will fly and there was an economic disaster that I hadn’t known coz this week I hadn’t enough time for newspaper.

I was truly wrong.

The supermarket that I was coming to actually was celebrating its fourth birthday, and they held a promotion party by discounting the prices for 25%. All items!

And the promotion was just hold for one day only, since the place opened at the morning, until right 12 o’clock a.m.

No wonder this place was absolutely full-house. And no more enough trolleys!

Not just giving in, the people who ran out of trolley carried their purchase in containers, baskets, and pails sold there. Though the purchase wasn’t trivial.

Lots of them bought up the rice, oil, detergents, even bulbs, until they filled up the trolley in full, looked like people who wanna open a grocery shop.

And tonight could be the nightmare for the cashier officials.

There are a lot of people come for shopping, and each one of them paid a lot, until the counting for the transaction for one person only could take 20 minutes.

The queue reached the racks, and it was longer than snake queued up for rice.

Pity for them who queued up most behind, it had been 1,5 hours for him to await, and it was almost 23.30, but ahead him was still about six more trolleys.

Havn’t mentioned the rumor that the discount only applied until 12 a.m, so all transactions over 12 a.m wouldn’t be discounted more. No wonder all the people became upset!

WHATTA SHOPPAHOLIC. WHY COULD WE BE THE VICTIMS OF PROMOTIONS ?

We’re just itched for shopping if we see just a little sale.

Though if we’d like to be brooding, the retail business has grown up faster and it seems now that each supermarkets race for discount war. In other words, we just need to pick up the cheapest.

But I have to thank this supermarket, though they’ve made my legs got varices coz I had to stand for queue for an hour, though that I buy only chocolate for a month.

Coz of this night, the blog that I’ve made the concept from last week had to be permed coz

I’ve got the hotter news. Sorry, Fellas, I can only update tonight. Hueheheheh..

The joke of the day is some citizens of Melawai are grounded coz their houses were caught did not hang out the red-white flag at the independence day. What is funny? Coz I think the Tramtibnas troop who garrulously scanning the Melawaians is less work to do. Do they think, not hanging out the flag at the house is meaning unloving the fatherland?

The Government Rule of 1958 commands the whole citizens of the country to hang out the red-white flag at each independence days. If not, they’ll be fined 20,000 rupiahs. And I can’t believe that the rule hasn’t been revised today. I mean, only 20,000 rupiahs?

There are a lot of reasons why we don’t hang out the red-white flag at our houses at the independence day:

1.      We forget. For us, the independence day is just another red date at the calendar.

2.      Gosh, why should we wave the flag? We don’t even have the mast anyway!

3.      Don’t know where to buy the flag. Wanna sew it, but we have no time to buy the cloth. Beside, no time to go to the tailor.

4.      Have no time to wave the flag. Coz it’s immediate to go to the field behind to join the palm race (a.k panjat pinang!).  If late, we’ll miss the free gifts.

5.      Busy making tumpeng. For the hell of prestige, our tumpeng can’t be less rocks than our neighbours’.

6.      We’re obviously not at home. This is holiday, rather use it for traveling to Pelabuhan Ratu. Usually it’s always working hours at the office.

7.      Bored already! We used to do it each Monday, when we’re still the members of Paskibra. Too often hanging out the flag, and no matter if we have to do it by closing our eyes.

So, it’s natural if you don’t hang out the flag? In short words, than wasting your time to hang it out, better using your time for joining the sack race (a.k balap karung!)  or even krupuk race.  About the 20,000 rupiahs fee, what makes it different from skipping nomat at Monday? Thank God if it’s used for donating the family of Tramtibnas officials, isn’t it? Isn’t it?

Wow, if my PPKn teacher reads this blog, I think tomorrow morning my head got injured and my high school certificate is cancelled. Well, our soldiers died hard of being shot by the colonials just because hanging out the red-white flag, now I’m not just antipathy to a few people who forget waving the flag. I’m asking now, is the level of loving the fatherland is parallel to hanging out the flag?

Isn’t it enough that I keep performing the Indonesian as my mother-language, though now I speak English and French fluently? Isn’t it enough that though I wanna be a doctor for Unesco, I still wanna be retired as the doctor at Indonesia? Isn’t it enough that though today there are a lot of private schools with cool uniforms, I’m still satisfied with the uniform of my governmental elementary school in red-white? The flag is just a cloth (well, two actually), but love is not just a flag.

Happy anniversary, Indonesia. I’m proud to be your citizen.

Another traffic jam again, traffic jam again!

The dashboard of your car seems lacerated coz your finger knocked it too often each time you were lost of style when you were trapped in traffic jam.

You cannot drive forward, or even backward.

When a cigarette-guy passes you by, you open your window and ask, “Hey, what da hell is going on there?”

Then the cigarette-guy replies you lightly, “Look at them! They’re doing another march anymore!”

Have you ever felt upset every time you face a march?

Whether it’s contra march for Semit, or protest because the petrol costs so high, or you just protest for Inul, whatever.

Whether you agree with what the march is for or not, in fact you just hate the march because it makes jamming on the road.

And the traffic jam isn’t different from when Komo passes by, or when the traffic line is turned around coz there’s a car hit a truck and the truck hit another car, or due to another unfinished dig of telephone line, or because the road by the town square is permed to be a “sudden market” a.k pasar kaget.

 

Why should we long march? It sounds like the march’s gonna solve the problem.

D’ya think those Jews gonna stop striking the Hezbollah if the whole of our city long march?

It’s absolutely that Israel didn’t make friendster with Indonesia before, or maybe they’ve never heard our name before, so how could they gonna hear or even listen to our aspiration? We’re obviously loss.

We’ve been exhausted for march under the heat, we’ve yelled until our throat was lacked, not mentioned that we’ve skipped of school.

And our long march action absolutely makes traffic jam, make the street becomes mussy, and the people is delayed coz our march obstructs the road. Such an unsmart!

 

We’ve been condemning the US since Serbia still raided the Bosnia .

We say that US is identical to NATO, a.k No Action Talk Only.

We accuse them only much speaking and making statement, but not doing a thing.

It’s funny that’s what we’re like now.

We just long march, yell across the street, makes traffic jam, but we never solve the problem.

 

Why must we abuse the government if the petrol costs getting higher? Why don’t we start by riding angkot for saving the petrol and turning off our laptops when we don’t use them so we can save the electricity at home?

Why do we keep accuse those sexy celebs as the source of pornography? Why don’t we just turn off the tv if Inul and her galz obviously shakes our faith?

Why do we just curse George Bush and slander Israel coz they batter Lebanon? Why don’t we arrange a voluntary team (not just a die-"jihad"-hard team!), collect the medicine, learn about protection in the war, so we can help the Lebanese without have to ridiculous-die of the soldier’s bullets?

 

Don’t just curse. Don’t just long march. Don’t just yell. Don’t just make traffic jam. They don’t give any solution. Action, please!

None, it does not mean that I wanna swank like a Western. Actually I really love my brunette hair that never been manipulated, including extension or even rebonding. Except, well..if it’s including hairspray, but it’s not often, either, coz this year I just did it for the wedding of my friend Reyz.

I saw the hair of my friend, Tien, 23, which been highlighted in burgundy. And Lann’s, 23, which been highlighted in scarlet red, and I just think, hm..they rock. But what attract me are the hair of Maia Ahmad and Mulan Kwok of Ratu  which are some unexplained fusion of bronze, blonde, red, and purple. They look so expressive and sparx. The hair, not those ladies, I mean. And I want my hair that way.

And I wanna color my hair. Not all of them, just a few layers. And the color doesn’t need to be as shocking as Ratu’s. Just redhead is enough. Beside it’s not supposed to be permanent, temporary is better, maybe a few months or more. I’m a kinda girl who gets bored often.

But my family condemns the idea straightforwardly. The reasons are variable, start from I’m gonna prohibit my family’s tradition who never dyes their hair (please, Mom, it’s obvious that you dye Grandma’s grey hair!). I’m a Javanese, not an immersed Caucasian (a.k “bule celup”!), so I don’t deserve to dye my hair. And I can’t pray coz the pure water can’t breakthrough the dye. And what if actually I have allergy to hair-polish? And I haven’t mentioned the accusation that my hair looks like in malnutrition. Wanna be stylish, but after I think about it, why does it look like kwashiorkor?

Pro-contra of my desire to dye my hair terminates last night. I watch the clip of Cucun Novia at the local tv station. D’ya know Cucun Novia? She’s the house music artist who sings hits SMS. Well, if you don’t know her, then you don’t rock. The song has been ringtone everywhere, anyway. (Actually, I surf for her photo tonight and I can’t find it any. Even none of it in Yahoo nor Google.)

In the beginning I didn’t know, either, who Cucun Novia was. Coz usually I watch tv in mute, I thought she was just a Chinese karaoke singer who building a career to be a tv star. How come would I know that from the accent of the song, she’s an artist from Pantura? But what shocked me was her hair which dyed in blonde like corn. When I think more, why does she look like a Depok Caucasian, a.k ”bule Depok”?

Who knows..when I dyed my hair, I would look more like a bule Depok than Cucun Novia does?

My glorious intention to highlight my hair, has to fail. Let my performa less not as sparx as Maia and Mulan’s, but my heart’s always happy. However, me with my brunette head, still as jolie as Angelina.  Isn’t it? Isn’t it?