Saturday, December 22, 2012

Indulging myself with my own spa at home

Because of last month's clinical spa which I am not really fancy of, why not try spa at home, right?

Selain karena ada kompetisi Create Your Own Spa At Home yang diadakan oleh Sariayu Martha Tilaar dan Female Daily http://femaledaily.com/createyourownspa/, scrub Wardah kesukaan saya juga sudah habis dan saya ingin coba-coba scrub lain. Maklum, wanita. Semua scrub ingin dicoba.

Biasanya ritual semi-spa saya di rumah cuma melibatkan scrub, lalu mandi. Tetapi ingin juga sih mencoba ritual spa yang agak lengkap. Jadi ini alat tempur spa yang saya beli di supermarket dekat rumah, semuanya dari Sariayu:

Sariayu, Sariayu, Sariayu, Sariayu. Click for bigger picture.

Oh iya sebetulnya produk-produk Sariayu Martha Tilaar juga dapat dibeli online di http://online.marthatilaarshop.com/ tetapi saya sudah terlalu sering belanja online. Sekali-kali ingin belanja offline supaya ingat lagi rasanya. (Will do another post on this online shopping addiction)

Urutan pemakaian mari kita pakai common sense saja, atau bisa juga meniru para spa therapist.

1. Sariayu Martha Tilaar: Minyak Urut Zaitun
Kita mulai dulu dengan pijatan, agar otot-otot badan rileks. Minyak urut zaitun ini wanginya enak! Rasanya ingin pijat-pijat terus supaya bisa terus menghirup aromanya. Tetapi mungkin lain kali harus minta bantuan suami untuk massage karena memijat diri sendiri itu... susah.

What Sariayu claims, along with the ingreients
Bahan utama Minyak Urut Zaitun ini adalah minyak zaitun, minyak esensial mawar, dan minyak esensial neroli. Minyak zaitun (olive oil) sih sudah terkenal membahana ya, mulai dari dampaknya sebagai minyak masak untuk kesehatan sampai kegunaannya untuk melembabkan dan menyehatkan kulit. Bergantung pada jenis rose oil yang manakah yang digunakan oleh Sariayu ini, rose oil yang diekstraksi dari kelopak bunga mawar biasanya memiliki minimal khasiat aromaterapi sampai berguna untuk kesehatan kulit. Neroli oil sendiri diambil dari bunga sejenis pohon jeruk dan memberikan aroma citrus yang saya suka.


2. Sariayu Martha Tilaar: Mangir Jelita Body Scrub
Ini bagian paling menyenangkan dari keseluruhan spa, baik home spa maupun spa di klinik, karena fungsi scrub untuk membersihkan kulit dari kotoran dan sel-sel kulit mati itu sungguh menyenangkan! Saya suka scrub yang butirannya cukup kasar untuk membersihkan kulit, tetapi tidak terlalu kasar sampai menyakiti kulit. Dan Sariayu Mangir Jelita ini pas sekali seperti selera saya! Kulit terasa bersih dan halus.

Green papaya!
Jadi ceritanya belakangan ini saya mencari-cari green papaya karena konon kataya bagus sekali manfaatnya untuk kulit. Maksud hati sih ingin membuat masker dari green papaya tersebut, tetapi apa daya saya masih belum jelas green papaya itu apa, apakah pepaya yang belum mateng LOL ataukah species/varian tersendiri dari pepaya pada umumnya. Eh, kok ternyata scrub mangir jelita ini bahan utamanya ekstrak alami green papaya. Hore! By the way, saya tidak berhasil menemukan apakah mangir itu bahan atau apakah. Anyone knows? 


3. Sariayu Martha Tilaar: Mangir Soap
Langkah setelah scrub ini adalah langkah yang, menurut saya, membutuhkan pemilihan produk tersendiri. Masalahnya, kulit yang sudah halus lembab karena scrub yang baik bisa menjadi kering lagi jika sabun yang dipilih terlalu kesat. Dan saya benci jika itu terjadi. Untungnya, mangir soap ini tidak menghilangkan kelembutan kulit di tahap sebelumnya. I like it. Meskipun agak ngeri sih karena tertulis di depannya: Untuk semua jenis kulit, plus Kenanga dan Kunyit, membuat kulit tampak kuning bercahaya. Tetapi setelah selesai mandi, kulit tidak jadi kuning kok. Tenang saja :)

No animal testing, dermatologically tested. Good.
Dengan kandungan kenanga, kunyit, puspa ragam rempah, bunga tumbuhan, this one soap bar sounds so traditional. Tetapi sungguh harumnya saya suka. Ah, memang saya pencinta spa tradisional dengan bau-bau rempah-rempah. Serasa seperti itu loh, putri-putri tradisional yang menerima perawatan segala rempah-rempah dan siraman air bunga. Apalagi suami juga tidak protes dengan bau-bauan tradisional. It's so much better than spa with chocolate, coffee, or strawberry fragrance.


4. Sariayu Martha Tilaar: Eksotik Tanjung Body Lotion 
Dengan tabir surya. Menarik. Sayang tidak ditulis SPF-nya. Jadi begini, kulit saya ini super duper kering, jadi seharusnya cocok memakai body lotion yang sangat lembab/rich, atau bahkan body butter. Tapi masalahnya saya ini mudah sekali berkeringat. Bisa bayangkan saya jadi manusia lengket hanya beberapa jam setelah memakai body butter. Yuck. Maka pilihan selalu jatuh pada body lotion yang super ringan meskipun kurang melembabkan.

Kesegaran. Kata kunci yang penting.
Saya memilih body lotion ini karena ada kata "kesegaran" dalam deskripsinya. Dan deskripsi itu benar sekali. Body lotion ini cukup encer dan ringan, sehingga di kulit terasa segar, tanpa kehilangan faktor melembabkannya. Bunga tanjung sendiri memang terkenal karena keharumannya, dan juga karena khasiat-khasiat kesehatan lainnya.

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Dan mari kita dengarkan sejenak Hetty Koes Endang menyanyi "Bunga Tanjung" dengan irama yang Melayu sangat :D


Sekarang mari kita cek harganya untuk melihat apakah creating my own spa is worth it?

Item paling atas boleh diabaikan. Tek Kotek Kotek Kotek... :))
1. Minyak urut zaitun: IDR20,700
2. Mangir body scrub: IDR10,125
3. Mangir soap: IDR11,900
4. Eksotik tanjung lotion: IDR10,125

Dengan total damage IDR52,850 dan bisa dipakai untuk beberapa kali spa at home, I will definitely do it again and again in between spas at clinic/treatment places. Dan lain kali harus coba wangi-wangi yang lain. Can't wait for my next spa at home!

For further information on Sariayu Martha Tilaar, go to their Facebook Fan Page: www.facebook.com/sariayu.mt or follow their Twitter account: @Sariayu_MT

Wednesday, November 28, 2012

Trying Spa at Amethyst Clinic

Click for bigger picture

So above is the advertisement that made me being one of the 259 people who bought the voucher. I bought the 3 times spa voucher because it's such a bargain, right?

I also find that the reservation, which can be done through SMS, is very cnnvenient. They help me find a suitable time that match my 3-hour free time, which can be very difficult to find.

So, let's see what they offer:
  • a 3-hour complete spa
  • massage
  • body scrub
  • body mask
  • hair wash
Now, what about my experience there? Was I satisfied and did I feel relaxed and pampered? Well, I have mixed feeling about this spa experience. For your information, I am not a spa avid. My experience of body treatment was only in a few traditional body treatment place or at times I have a beautician come to my house to give me body treatments.

The Clinic
Sadly, I did not have my camera with me, so let me just describe the clinic. Amethyst was a very clean doctor-feel clinic. It looked and smelled hygienic. Do not imagine exotic type of spa resort with traditional music and the fragrance of aromatherapy.

The Bed
The bed was covered with a plastic sheet. I should say that it was pretty uncovenient. The feeling of my whole body skin against the plastic sheet was quite unberable. Compared to batik or cotton cloth that other body treatment places use, I am not fond of the plastic sheet.

The Massage
Fortunately, the first procedure, which was the massage, was quite good. It was not superb or over the top, but it was relaxing. I've had worse massage. The therapist asked me a couple of times to make sure she gave me the appropriate massage pressure.

The Scrub
The therapist took quite a long time to do the scrub, and it was good because some body treatment places do this part very quickly. Well, I go get body treatments usually for this particular session because I do need help to slaughter my dead skin cells and dirts off my body :D

The Mask
I hate to say this, but I did not feel pampered at this stage. The mask was applied unevenly and super quick.

The Hair Wash
Okay. What hair wash? After the mask procedure, the therapist showed me the shower, along with the shampoo, conditioner, and soap. So I washed my hair myself. They did blow-half-dry my hair, though, when they saw me almost walking out of the clinic in wet hair.

The Products
They were so so, stored in plastic bags, and comparable to those of other affordable body treatment places. I felt quite moisturized after the treatment, but at the same level as when I put my Shea Butter Lotion on.

And all of them lasted 1.5 hours, which was a let down because they promise a 3-hour treatment. And to call it spa, when there is no water involved (does shower count?)...., they better call it a body treatment. If you read more about spa, you'll see that spa means water treatment and that spa all around the world is actually a kind of bathing in high quality water (natural or man-made). I know that people in Indonesia tend to simplify spa and mislabel any body treatment as spa. But at least most of them include a swirl pool, jacuzzi, or at least a bath tub with bath salt and flowers.

Anyway, for IDR79,666 per treatment, I would not complain. The massage and scrub was satisfying and relaxing. I just wish that they deliver their promise of a 3-hour treatment (which means I'll get more massage and scrubbing woohoo). But to pay the full price of IDR275,000 per treatment, I'll go someplace else.

If they ever offer an affordable voucher like this again, I might repurchase.

Note:
This is not a paid review. I purchased the voucher myself with my own earned money. I have mentioned the positive and negative things on my spa body treatment experience at Amethyst Clinic, so this is an honest review, hopefully seen as compliments and inputs for the clinic, and as information for other people.

Wednesday, October 31, 2012

The Plan

I am thinking that running out of town would be the best. Jakarta might be good. I know some friends there who want to help me. I can stay in one of their houses for a while before I find my own place. Or I can always stay in a hotel for a couple of days. I know a couple of affordable nice hotels. I also know some places where I can apply for work. I think I need to work if I want to live on my own.

But how do I explain myself to my friends? I cannot think of a scenario where I do not honestly tell them that I leave my hometown because I cannot live with him anymore. I have to be honest. They will understand. They've seen my eye covered in bruises when I went to that party last year in Jakarta.

No no no. Running to a town where I meet my friends will make it easy for him to be able to track me down. I might get caught fast.

Difficult.

Another option is to run away to my family's house in the same town. I can beg them to keep my hideout a secret. And even when he finds out, my family will protect me. But I actually do not want my family to know. I just want to run far, far away where no one knows me. Maybe I should drive my car to a small town nearby. I'll research tomorrow. The small town will be a new page of my life.

That sounds great.

Another problem is what I will bring with me. The car is important. I'll make spare keys tomorrow, secretly. And my ATM. Fortunately I have saved a lot of money in my own bank account. That should cover my life for a couple of months. I'll live frugally. And clothes. I'll pack a few important clothes and keep the bag behind the cupboard, where I can take it anytime I need it.

Words from him I can stand. I no longer listen to all his insults, although I cannot stop wondering what I've done to deserve such harsh words. They say that it's funny how people hurt their closest people. Such is not my case. We are not close. I do not know him anymore. Words I can ignore, but those slaps, hits, blows cannot be ignored. The sting stays for days.

So the next time he punches me, I know what to do. I'll pretend to hide in the shower room like usual, but when he leaves home, I'll grab my things and run away.

Freedom.

Shoot. What about my daughter?

I can come get her some time later. No problem. The most important thing is saving my life first. My soul. My laughter.

I'll definitely do this plan. I've been polishing this plan for so many years. Each year I become more confident. Each year my plan becomes better. But maybe not this year. I have to gather my courage, don't I?

Maybe next year. Sixty two years old is not too old to start a new life, right?

Or maybe some next years. I still need to work on my plan. It still needs more details. Yeah, maybe some next years. Maybe. 

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The acne prone wife is trying fiction thanks to Pauline writing about that some happy old wife :D So what do you think? If I ever work on this draft again, I think I'll put in lots and lots of minor details to make the plan looks more vivid. Anyway, enough trying fiction for now.. Very tiring.

Wednesday, October 24, 2012

The Automatic Recycle Bin

I fancy that there is a certain part in our brain that functions as an automatic recycle bin. Basically that part helps us to forget. I imagine that if we remember everything we touch, feel, see, hear, we would be so overwhelmed that we'd go crazy.

I even have this plot idea in my head for a fiction of a man who gets hit on his head and damages that automatic recycle bin. He remembers everything and soon become very brilliant and famous, but later goes lunatic. And everyone else thanks God that human can forget.

Bad plot. I know.

A film with a nobody-else-will-think-of-it plot about forgetting is Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. I highly recommend watching it if you haven't watched it again and again, and cried everytime watching it (hey, that's me).

Anyway, back to real life, I believe that the automatic recycle bin in my head has gone out of control lately. One afternoon I got a phone call from a bank customer service who explained that I left some hundred dollar bills at the teller X_X. Apparently, I left them at the morning when I wanted to open a new bank account but decided to postpone it because my lunch break was over. I was pretty embarassed when I went back to the bank to collect the money, but very grateful that the bank people were so honest.

A couple of days later, I went to same bank to ask for a new online banking token (yeah, I could not locate where I put mine thanks to my automatic recycle bin). It was quick and easy, thank you. But when I went back to work, I realized that I did not have my bag with me! Before panic attacked, I calmed myself down with the thought that the bag must be in my car. And so I checked the parking lot just to find that the bag was not there.

OMG.

Driving back to the bank and praying hard that the Lord would keep my bag safe (this is a possibly wrong prayer that needs another post of theological debate), I just could not understand how my mind worked. How could I leave the bank without my bag? How could I not realize?

Long story short, I got my bag back. The bank people, once again, were so honest and they kept my bag safe and sound. I wonder if they remembered me, though, as the girl who left this and that at their bank. If I leave another important thing there on my next visit, I'd be notorious.

Anyone has any tips to help me organize my memories better? Any thoughts are welcome. FYI, I use notebook agenda, mobile phone calendar, and outlook calendar. They help me manage my time and work. But they do not warn me when I leave my stuffs some place.


I need this perhaps.
Picture is from http://www.scientificamerican.com/article.cfm?id=why-do-we-forget-things

Wednesday, October 10, 2012

Promising a Reward for Myself

So I got myself some beauty supplements from my last trip to Kuala Lumpur a couple of months ago. I meant to sell them back in Indonesia to get some profit :D

Anyway, reading the brochures and actually having the supplements in my hands lured me to have them for myself. The thought of clear skin for an acne-prone wife is just too tempting, isn't it?


If you have these problems, this beauty supplement is for you.
Good job, tempting brochure!


But I made it hard for myself. The supplements shall be a reward for me if I can finally realize my healthy diet resolution for a week:
  1. Freshly squeezed lemon added to warm water each morning
  2. Only fruit and/or milk until 10 am
  3. Strictly no krupuk (trying to avoid MSG here)
  4. Sambel should be only once a day 
I got the idea of lemon juice and fruits for breakfast from Food Combining diet. Go google. The whole idea is very appealing, but I just cannot go beyond the breakfast. The menu for lunch and dinner are too frightening.

I started doing the resolution yesterday. So if I managed doing it for a week, you'll see me blogging about the beauty supplement next week ;)

Notes:
  • Lemon juice, although very sour, is not acidic, strangely. It actually helps soothe my gastric acid.
  • A glass of milk and an apple for breakfast is just not enough. It is now 10 am and I am as hungry as a bear. Prepare lots of fruit if you want to try only fruits for breakfast.

Friday, September 28, 2012

Push and Adapt


THIS PICTURE IS A LIE
pic is from fotosearch.com

We all know that waking up in the morning does NOT look like the picture above. Not in a thousand year. Trying to crawl out of the bed with one eye shut and the other covered in gunk sure does not give you a refreshed, happy face. And then you decide to creep back into the blanket. Soft. Comfortable. Going back to sleep is an unavoidable decision.

And then you are late. Haha.

Anyway, have you ever noticed that actually after crawling out of bed, we only spend five heavy-eyelid-disoriented-minutes? After those dreadful five minutes, usually we already turn fully awake. So really, all we have to do is push ourselves to get out from the bed, getting adapted to the waking world.

We tend not to do it, I know :)

Is not life like that? We do not want to leave our comfort zone and embrace changes. When I moved from Indonesia to Dubai last year, I thought I would not last. For the first few weeks, all I wanted to do is go home. Everything I did there seemed so heavy, as if I was covered in gunk. I could not even see what I would do the next day, as if my eyes were shut. I was depressed and I did not know how to survive in a country of extreme heat and harsh people.

Funny. After some time, I adapted, without really trying. I just did. Since I-am-not-sure-when, Dubai has had a place in my heart.

Now I know. Whatever I face, I'll just push myself into that new situation and I know I'll adapt in no time.

Or maybe no. Crawling back into the comfort zone looks more tempting. :D

Monday, September 24, 2012

I Was an Alien

The weirdest feeling came to me that evening when I was downtown last weekend. Sitting on a motorcycle (my husband rode it), having nothing much to do, I looked around and felt utterly strange.

How can I put it? It was like being sucked into a weird oldie movie. And a slow motion one. A motorcycle passed by and the rider sported a pair of knee-length boots. Boots in Surabaya are a rare sights, even in malls. And here was a guy with stylish boots in a shabby motorcycle.

Following him was a lady in a motorcycle with very wide boot cut jeans. It was an amusing sight, as she could be a shadow from the past.

As she passed by, the stores along the street started to catch my attention. Stalls selling dusty cheapo firework. Ancient stores with fading signs and interior full of dust. Grandpas with hooded eyes stood behind their displays, trying so hard to keep awake. Short time hotels with tacky old-fashioned lamp signs. It was as if the whole sleepy street tried so hard to keep awake, tried so hard to catch with the present.

I so wished I had a camera with me.

Crowded, but everything moved slowly. Everyone was in andante tempo, not rushing anywhere. The street tried to drag me sleepy and heavy, but I was wide awake, bewildered with the fact that I had never known such atmosphere existed in my hometown. I felt excluded. Alone. I did not belong there. I was an alien.

As soon as the street ended, suddenly I was pulled back into the present. All I wanted to do at the moment was writing down the feeling.

This post might not be useful to anyone. You can ask: So what? And I'll have no answer.

This post is to preserve my memory. Because I know: the moments pass and memories fade away. Unless we somehow preserve them.

How do you preserve things that are important to you? As for me, I want to write more. And that includes writing down my feeling on being an alien in my own hometown.

Thursday, May 10, 2012

Desperate Safari

What is the must visit tourist destination/attraction in Dubai? People say it is desert safari. Well, where else can you experience a life in the desert rather than in a desert country?

If you google the images of desert safari, yummy pictures like these show up:


I got pretty low price on the desert safari package tour deal from the Internet. Basically they promised to give us:
  1. Pick up and drop from and to our apartment
  2. Dune Bashing (that car bashing in the desert sand)
  3. Sand Skiing
  4. Camel Riding
  5. Falcon Show
  6. Henna (getting your hand painted)
  7. BBQ Dinner Buffet
We were so excited! I mean, look at those pictures from the Internet. The day came and our high expectations started to crumble bit by bit from the first call of the driver who was supposed to pick up us at our apartment.


"Your apartment is too far, we are going to be late. Let's meet up at Deira City Center Mall."

My husband then told him that we could reach Deira City Center in 2 hours by bus (that's true), so the driver agreed to pick us up at the nearest mall from our apartment, which spent us a 10 minute walk.

After an hour drive, we reached the place for the long awaited dune bashing. I would not do it again. Ever. I felt so sick inside that car going up and down and left and right. When we were finally done tortured, we arrived at the desert safari camp. A lovely sight, isn't it?

I was so happy when I arrived here!

We wanted to do camel riding but the queue was so long it was not worth it. So we decided to check out the sand skiing. Err... it was nothing like the picture in the internet, with your feet strapped up to a board and everything. In the sand skiing spot was an ugly board (didn't even look like a ski board!)

Look at the queue!

Finding nothing interesting, we went inside the camp. After standing in a long queue to get a hot tea, we checked each attraction camp and realized that we had to pay to get anything! The henna painting, the falcon show, the snacks, the drinks, the everything. However, we managed to get our picture taken by other tour participants who do not want to pay just to take a photo shoot. *big grin*

To wear these clothes was free, fortunately!
What I wore is called abaya.
The one on my husband is called kendora.

And we watched some dances. (By the way, after watching some dances from some countries, I came to realize that Indonesian dances are so exceptionally good and detailed.)

The first dance. Pretty impressive. That man kept spinning more and more of that thing (coming from his skirt!).
I would not call it a dance, though. I mean, there was no dancing. Only spinning.

Another dance. The long awaited belly dance. Which was meh.

At the desperate time of hunger, LOL, finally they announced that we could have our BBQ Dinner Buffet. And oh my, everybody was LITERALLY running to the food. I was dumbfounded and realized why everybody was running. The queue was super long. They served kinds of rice, salad, hummus, and bread in a buffet style. But when it came to meat, we were given each two pieces of meat. I felt like a prisoner queuing for food. Not to mention the attitude of the guys giving out the meat.

"No more meat. Go. Go."

And the taste of the food was... disappointing. But I never like Arabian/Indian food, anyway. My Indonesian tongue needs stronger taste.

Anyway, let me recap this whole desert safari thing:
  1. Pick up and drop from and to our apartment - did not happen
  2. Dune Bashing (that car bashing in the desert sand) - not my cup of tea
  3. Sand Skiing - an ugly board
  4. Camel Riding - too long queue
  5. Falcon Show - where?
  6. Henna (getting your hand painted) - you have to pay
  7. BBQ Dinner Buffet - what buffet?
I am a whiner, aren't I? Writing such a long post full of complains. I am sorry, but it was just a desperate safari for me.

Saturday, March 24, 2012

Made in Indonesia

Walking down a street in Deira area a couple months ago, we stumbled upon this little store that specializes in selling Indonesian hair care and body care products. Weird. There are not so many Indonesian people here.

So we went inside the store, talked to the store owner and asked his permission to take a couple of pictures. We were fascinated.

The store owner said that business is quite good. There are always people who come looking for Indonesian products.

I suddenly remember that I've been looking for hair tonic in numerous department stores in Dubai with no luck at all. They only have hair oil (sounds yuck). They do not have any knowledge of hair tonic at all. I should go visit this store again.

Rudy Hadisuwarno. Who in Indonesia doesn't know him?



Balsem Otot Geliga! Pegal Kembali Lega!
You can even see the POM number :))


The infamous Citra (or Citra Hand Body as we know it)


The store.

I also heard that Sharjah (a town next to Dubai) has Indomaret! When I go to Sharjah I will try to look for it and take a couple of pictures!

Sunday, January 29, 2012

Fruits for Granted

It is such a cliche to say don't take anything for granted, be grateful instead, bla bla bla. The fact is that we hear sayings so many times a day (blame Blackberry Broadcast Message for that) they feel so lame and worn out.

I hate cliches. And I take things for granted. But a recent stroll to the supermarket changed me. A bit ;)

These pictures (all prices are approximate) show how fruits that I got so easily (and cheaply!) in Indonesia cost an enormous amount of Dirham that I don't want to spend.

Papaya. IDR 67,500 per kg.
In Indonesia: IDR 3,000 per kg.


Coconut. IDR 20,000 per piece.
In Indonesia: IDR 5,000 per piece.


Rambutan. IDR 42,500 per pack.
In Indonesia: IDR 10,000 per kg (less for that pack!)


Durian. IDR 90,000 per kg.
In Indonesia: IDR 20,000 per kg.

Crazy, eh? They say that all fruits here are imported. But look at the prices! Fruits from Southeast Asia are so exotic and expensive here in the desert.

No longer will I take fruits for granted when I go back to Indonesia! I will eat all the papayas I can lay my hands on!

And now is the moment for some funny pictures:

Indoinisa.


Pineapple Baby. Uber cute.