Si Kolom Cari Jodoh

Ceritanya gw lagi ikut plesiran keluarga Au Pair gw ke Prancis. Tepatnya ke desa di Prancis yang jalan masuknya ga jauh beda sama jalan bus pas gw pulang kampung ke Sumatra dulu, belok-belok, bergajulan, kanan-kiri ilalang, dan jarang ada lampu. Dan begitu sampe rumahnya, beeeuuuh, bentuknya desa Prancis banget! Dindingnya dari bata merah yang udah pudar dan rumahnya berdiri gagah di tengah-tengah padang rumput. Ternyata dulunya rumah ini adalah kastil dan memang yang paling besar di daerah desa ini (lupa nama daerahnya. Hahaha). Di dalam wilayah si kastil, ada beberapa bangunan: guest house yang terdiri dari 2 kamar, dapur (lengkap sama semua bumbu, kulkas isinya nyaris penuh, mesin cuci piring, dan microwave gede dan kecil) 3 kamar mandi , ruang tamu; gudang super besar buat alat-alat peternakan; ruangan besar lainnya buat binatang ternak; dan rumah yang bentuknya kayak benteng yang katanya untuk ruang makan. Dan yang punya rumah ini orang tua angkat bapak au pair gw yang juga orang Belanda, tapi udah lama menetap disini.

Anyway, gw lagi nunggu timing yang tepat buat internetan di kastil, karena sekarang kita (gw dan keluarga au pair) tinggalnya di guest house dan ga ada akses internet disini.

Tadi pas lagi ngelakuin ritual cuci muka di kamar mandi, tiba-tiba gw keingetan sama kolom cari jodoh di Kompas yang dulu selalu ada setiap hari Minggu, sekarang masih ada ga ya?
Dulu gw selalu ngebacain satu-satu kolom itu, karena banyak yang lucu, dan kemudian gw ngebayangin seandainya ada Mas-mas yang tertarik sama salah satu Mbak dan kemudian akhirnya mereka kopi darat tapi ternyata deskripsi si Mbak tentang dirinya terlalu tinggi dan ngebuat si Mas ilfil. Apa jadinya coba?

Tapi namanya juga pencitraan ya. Pencitraan jaman sekarang banyak banget medianya, mulai yang dari paling simple (dan sekalian nyari jodoh) Kolom Cari Jodoh, SMS, blog (gw kadang pencitraan juga loh di blog ini ahahaha!), FB, Twitter (gw ga bisa pencitraan disini, sulit, isinya jeritan hati semua. Halah!), dan media-media lainnya.
Dan pastinya banyak pencitraan tersebut yang sedikit berlebihan dari yang asli, jadinya pas kita akhirnya ketemu seseorang yang awalnya kita adore karna, misalkan di Fbnya selalu posting tentang artikel-artikel ilmiah dan statusnya tentang ayat suci Al Qur’an, tapi ternyata kelakuan aslinya super jauhhh dari si pencitraan, jadi ngebuat jomplang dan ilfil. Hahaha. Tapi alhamdulillah selama ini gw emang selalu ngebatasin diri buat ga terlalu percaya sama pencitraan orang di sosmed sih.

Nah, apakah yang terjadi kalau misalkan gw iseng nulis kolom jodoh? Apakah yang akan gw tulis biar pencitraan gw tetep oke tapi ga jomplang sama aslinya?

Mungkin kira-kira kayak gini:

“Wanita, 24 thn, 158 cm, berat yang pasti masih ideal walaupun sedikit berlebih di pipi,kulit sekarang lagi tanning karena kebanyakan ngejar bocah 5 tahun di taman tapi aslinya ga kuning langsat juga tapi intinya warnanya terang, di bagian tangan ada beberapa bekas cakaran bayi dan balita. Menurut testimoni banyak orang, sebelum mereka benar-benar kenal saya, saya terlihat sebagai wanita yang keibuan, kalem, dan sangat anak baik-baik. Lulusan S1 di Indonesia dan akan lulus Master di Italia. Hobi: jalan-jalan gratisan atau dengan budget cekak, baca buku-buku menarik (bukan buku pelajaran pastinya), dan denger musik sesuai kondisi hati.
Mendambakan pria yang bisa menjadi imam dunia akhirat (subhanallah sekali), siap ngebiayain jalan-jalan keliling dunia (dan ditemenin juga) dan rutinitas massage dan spa setiap weekend. Harus lebih cerdas dari saya karena saya banyak nanya (cerdas bukan berarti IPKnya harus 4,00), pernah sekolah diluar negri lebih diutamakan. Sportif, berpikiran terbuka, ga lenjeh, harus lebih tegas dari saya, suka anak kecil, dan jago masak lebih diutamakan. Bagi yang tertarik dan memenuhi syarat silahkan datang ke pedesaan di Prancis, atau ke Blaricum (Belanda), atau ke Rende (Italia). Terima kasih. Assalammualaikum.”

A Solo Journey..

(16.15) Rotterdam – Amsterdam Centraal Station

So here I am, sitting on the train surrounded by many Surinamese who just visited the Rotterdam Summer Festival. Now I’m going back to Amsterdam to meet my friends, Cecil & Thomas. We met before in Amsterdam but they couldn’t find cheap ticket for 1 day journey by train but I have one (thanks again!), so I went to Den Haag, Delft, and Rotterdam by myself and will spend a super hot night with them again. So exciting!

Solo journey always be a moment of truth for me. It makes me thinking about anything, about the journey which I always get lost and do something stupid (ha!), how to get more money to go traveling, how I miss my family but I should chase my dreams before I can go home, about my best friends who will do iftar (eating dinner after fasting on Ramadan) together in Indonesia and Rende but I’ll always do it alone during this Ramadan, and about someone who has been playing on my mind since I don’t know when..

For me, sometimes this journey is bored. I can’t talk with anybody, yes I can, but it just accidentally when I meet someone who interested to start conversation with me. And the most important part that I missed while I do this kind of journey is I don’t have someone to take my pictures. So it’s either I should take it with timer (and it’s kinda difficult because I don’t have tripod) or ask someone to get my picture.

My friends always say, “It’s your chance to get acquainted with handsome men!”
Yeah, but I always ask an old woman or man to do it.
Ohya and the last thing is: I will get lost a lot! I can’t read a map.
I always rotate the map to see it, but it never works. I always get lost anywhere.

Just like today in Rotterdam, I ran so I could see the festival. I didn’t ask anyone because I thought the festival would be on the road in front of the station, so I just followed people who walked quickly to somewhere I don’t know. Aaaand, voila, nothing on the street, just cars. So I walked a little bit and jumped to the bus and asked to a woman who worked on the bus,
“excuse me, do you know where is the summer festival?”
“Oh, it’s across the station..” “Ow, so I shouldn’t take this bus?”
“Hahaha.. no, you can walk through the tunnel on station and find the festival, it just started..”
I was just blinking my eyes and really wanted to jump from the bus because my time was tight, but the bus already moved.
“Hey don’t worry, we’ll come back to the station after a couple of minutes..”
Yes, 15 minutes! And I was alone on that bus, all people go to another part of city to see the festival.
Oh why??

And I will never separated with stupid things.
I was so thirsty when I was in Den Haag. My bottle was empty and I couldn’t find any free water (!!!), so I tried to find it in Delft, but still nothing. So I decided to go to supermarket. The mineral water there is 1,5 euro for 150 ml. Yahhh, so expensive! Then I found a carton of juice, 1,5 L with only 0,6 euro. Wihiii!
So I bought it and would pour it to my bottle. Oh gosh I was so thirsty, I really wanted to drink it directly from the carton (I wasn’t fasting yesterday, by the way), I tried to open the carton but it locked. Ahh!! I wanted to force the lock so it can be opened but if it broke it would be difficult for me to bring it. Then I decided to find someone who were smart enough to open this bottle. And there was a mother with her kid just bought something from saturday market, “Hallo Mrs, could you please open it for me?”
She looked at me, and, “ah, yes.. it’s easy..”
And then she laughed with the seller because of my stupidity. Oh why…

By the waaaay, single journey is also fun..
I have time for myself only to do anything. To just wander around or do nothing to enjoy the time.
When I was in senior high school I had a routine every saturday after school to go to Naga (the little but very crowded supermarket in my town, because its prices always cheap) just to see the price of the foods or buy a dark chocolate (I always love dark chocolate more than any other chocolates!) or going to the little mall of Pondok Gede to see the clothes or books, but as always I never bought any of those.

When I was working in biscuit company, I almost never had time for myself. I worked from monday to friday, from morning and arrived at home so late. And sometimes I went to other cities on weekend to organize my events. It was really nice of course because I loved my job. So what I could do was enjoying myself-time on the plane or taxi or bus, on every quite big and comfortable transportation, to think, to talk with myself, to make some plans..

Like now, I’m thinking about a lot of things, and one of them is about someone, about this awkward feeling, which I don’t want to feel it but too bad I can’t resist.
Well I don’t know what will happen next. I mean, it’s easier for me to make plans about my future related with education, travel, or work, but not with relationship. It just so sudden, unpredictable, and needs a lot of things to think about.

Okay, so I will be in Amsterdam in 2 minutes. Better to prepare myself and continue this ‘deep thought’ on another train.
Ciao!

So, being single is good, eh?

I asked my best friends this question today: so, being single is good, eh?
One of them replied: “shrug like Italians,” or it means, “yeaah, so so..”
And another one said, “YES” with capital letter. Hahahaha.

I’m single, so that’s why I never wrote anything about relationship on my blog, because I don’t have any object or subject to write about. I can write about my past relationships, but what for?

I’m single and happy. Yes, I repeat it, I’m happy. I don’t have any terrible changing mood and emotion anymore because of boyfriend. I won’t mention about, “I shouldn’t buy more credits to call my bf,” because I used to have free call package, so  it doesn’t matter whether I have bf to call or not.

For now, to be honest, I’m so fed up with sad love songs. Seeing the rain doesn’t make me feel gloomy or sad, but happy. I feel little bit happier day by day. I love cheer-up song and falling-in-love song, I don’t know why, I don’t think I already had feeling with someone special.

Someone might say, you need to have partner to share. But I would say, I have my best friends to share with.
And they might say, you need someone to protect you. Yeah, I have my family and my best friends who will always protect me no matter what.
And someone crazy might say, if you have boyfriend, he will give you presents. I can buy nice presents by myself, I think. And if I want to act little bit spoiled, I can ask my friend to buy me something as a little gift. Hehe.
And one of this blog reader might say, wait until your parents read this blog! You’ll got 2 hours non stop lectures about the importance of having serious relationship with a man so you’ll get married not too late and they will have their grandchildren soon and blablablabla.. And I would say, yes Mom, Dad, I know, someday if I decided to have a relationship it will be with the real one, not with someone I wanna ‘try’ to have the relationship. Just someday, when I meet the right one.

So being single is good, eh? Yes, it is. But I’m also ready to fall in love again..

When will I settle down?

This question popped out when me and my friend who lives sooo far away from here talked for hours.

By the way I read some things about men, and they said that ‘you can’t talk randomly with men, it’s just for women!’ No way, men can talk randomly for hours! The statement is wrong. Or maybe he’s not a common man hahaha.. (i’m kidding, anyway. Just keep the chocolate for me, okay)

Okay, so my answer will be:

I will settle down when I have a serious relationship with someone who can be my Imam and financially independent and he ASKS me to settle down. 

Just that simple. I won’t ask my boyfriend to get married, ever. Because I believe when that someone said that sentence to me, he already thought about the consequences of getting married with me and my family. He knows what are my dreams, and he’s ready to travel the world with me.

Moreover, I don’t want to insist someone to do something he doesn’t want to do, especially it’s about something I wanna do just once in my life. So I’ll just let him to said the words, and then I will reply, “okay, let’s settle down.”

Dear Cupid, yes you're STUPID!

taken from 9gag.com

Yes, he’s soooo stupid!

Sometimes when I adore one person then Cupid makes that person doesn’t notice me at all BUT makes his friend falls in love with me, and make me (after long journey of PDKT) also falling love with him.

SO

I think Cupid needs to be trained to shoot the arrow.

I like HIM! not HIM!

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*frustrated*

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By the way, I browsed a term for cupid:

Cupid, one of the gods in Roman mythology, is the force that controls erotic love. Cupid is the Roman counterpart to the Greek god Eros. His name comes from the Latin word cupido which translates to “passion, desire, yearning, wanting, or longing.” However, in Latin, Cupid is known as Amor. The Latin word amor means “love, infatuation, or passion.” (http://www.wisegeek.com/who-is-cupid.htm)

So, Cupid as you’re one of kind of Roman Gods, please next time shoot the person that I like and wear a t-shirt to cover your chubby belly.

Thanks.

Mr. Right (now)

Holla,,since I’m a newbie in here even actually I already had a blog but I was too lazy to fill it in,,haha,,

I’m Nyanya,,or you call me in that way,,

Here’s my old writing about my deepest thought and feeling (as always) about boy –  or in my age me and my friends call them men –

How we’re (women) trying to find the good ones,, and realizing their population is decreasing day by day, because:

1. quarter of them are gay (duh!)

2. half of them are player

3. most of the nice guy has already taken

I wish I could find a planet full of nice men there.

As a woman, we always trying to find that Mr. Right. In college, office, neighborhood, or even in wet market (well, probably we can find him in there, right„haha). But yesterday, I came up with new thought from my friend,

“For now, I’m not trying to find Mr. Right, I’m trying to find Mr. Right Now. Because I’m scared, what if after I get married with him and then I get so bored and we have to divorce? So now, why we can’t just find someone to get some play?” hahaha„

Damn, she was right!