Kuliah di Prancis

Ada yang tau bangunan ini? Ada yang mau kuliah di sini? Salah satu universitas tertua di Eropa yang telah melahirkan banyak filsuf, pembuat kebijakan, dan petinggi perusahaan, baik di Prancis maupun di setiap sudut dunia. Untuk bisa berkuliah di Prancis, kalian memang (setengah) diwajibkan untuk cakap berbicara, menulis, dan mendengar bahasa Prancis, meskipun kuliah kalian (ada yang) berbahasa Inggris. Pengalaman kuliah di Prancis jauh berbeda dari pengalaman berkuliah di negara lain. Di sini kita diajarkan untuk berpikir dengan cara berpikir orang Prancis yang kadang bisa dibilang “nyeleneh”, “out of the box”, dan “sangat Prancis”, karena being authentic or even more, being singular, is what they expect you to be, to exist..

Paris, 2016


First Dutch lessons! 

[Tilburg, 2016] So today I had my first tandem Dutch class with Ms Dini, one of my neighbors. As I have mentioned somewhere in my earlier image caption, I love Dutch as a language because it is a (sort of) combination of two languages that I have (struggled to) learned for years, German and French. By knowing French pronunciation, it helps me get the [khrei] sound of /g/ letter, while my German baggage endorses the whole package of Dutch grammar understanding. So today’s lesson was how to take public transportation, then we strolled around the city, kijken kijken niet kopen, went to public library, and had small lunch. I had een pannekoeken met appel for lunch. I’ll post some videos on my Dutch lessons later on. 😂🙈 goede middag allemaal! 🌷

I learned about the use of “aan”, some useful phrases for taking public transportation, and how to be a member at Tilburg Public Library. I basically know some basic Dutch grammar, but sometimes I was not sure about myself when I spoke in Dutch, so most of the time, I preferred to use English. Lol

Moving in (part 1) Kerasnya pindah rumah di Belanda

[Tilburg, 2016] Berbahagialah kita hidup di Indonesia, (mungkin Jakarta pengecualian, tapi masih lebih mending) yang manusianya masih manusiawi. Selama hidup di luar negeri saya jarang komplain tentang sikap individualistik dari orang-orang di negara saya tinggal. Saya selalu bilang pada diri saya, “ya memang budaya mereka begitu. Beda dengan di Indonesia yang masih kental dengan semangat gotong royong, atau setidaknya dengan adegan-adegan basa-basi yang cukup mentally helpful.” Saya sedang pindahan ke apartemen baru, pertama kali merasakan pindahan ke tempat baru yang sama sekali belum ada furniturenya. I thought it was gonna be challenging and super fun to have my own styled apartment. It turned out to be tear jerker. Saya beli meja makan kayu, besar, berat. Pengantar barangnya keberatan untuk mengantar sampai apartmen saya karena mejanya nggak muat di lift. Akhirnya si meja ditinggal di depan lift. Dia bilang, harus buka skrup (apa namanya itu baut segedha-gedha gaban). Pergilah saya beli kunci Inggris, obeng dan segala perkakas. Dengan masih semangat. Sampai di rumah, saya langsung berusaha untuk buka skrup itu tadi. 15 menit. Belum gerak. Setengah jam. Baru 3 skrup dan itu pun salah. Satu jam. Saya nyerah dan memutuskan untuk naik kembali ke apartemen. Yang bikin saya gedheg, bingung, dan kesel ada selama sejam itu seliweran berapa PULUH ORANG lewat with no single “Hey”, “anything wrong?”, apalagi “Do you need help”. Most of them even didn’t dare to look at me, trying to avoid any eye contact with me who definitely seemed to be super struggling. Is this how modern society should live by? Then I’m not proud to be part of it. #Riphumanity #ignorance #atitsbest !!!


[Jakarta, 2016] I was in shock for the last three days. When I heard from a friend that not only this article got published, but also it went (goes) viral. And for the second time got featured on Line Today. That’s amazing. I didn’t even dare to dream of it to happen. I’ve read (not all) the comments on Line Today, which was amounting to almost 500 comments, 80% were positive. Thank you. Thank you so much. It feels surreal. Within a day I got more than 400 followers. Thank you again. I hope my journey and struggles could inspire many of us cause you guys do inspire me a lot. Like a lottttt. Thank you abundantly to @chichafrancisca for writing this article (and happy birthday hey!), and to @rangianti who recommended me to @idntimes ! ❤️💐




Learning to craft

[Tilburg, 2016] In 2010 I read one of @paulocoelho ‘s books entitled “The Witch of Portobello” about a Gypsy dancer who struggled to slow down her life pace. Or basically to slow down every move in her life. She found it hard, super difficult, almost impossible, until she learned how to write calligraphy, mastering a faction of space between beautiful letters. That space is needed. That pause is mandatory. That among beautiful letters, it means nothing without a space as Dee also mentioned in her short story titled “Spasi”. And I lately need that remedy, too. Instead of learning how to write calligraphy, I found crafting as a sort of sanctuary to slow myself down, to learn that beautiful things take time, that rushing the process will dissappoint me at the end, that patience is hard to implement. I got used to work fast, now, fast, now, faster, right now, right now, if I want to do something I’m doing it now, tomorrow is a long time. This is how I heal myself with the fact that PhD will take up 4 years, not 6 months, that I need to craft my manuscript little by little, enjoy the process, and accept the reality. 😅 anyway, Happy Birthday to you, @tishahahaha ! I did my best to collect all things you like the most and or you need on a daily basis! Hope you’ll like it ma belle! :*

Don’t expect.

[Praha/Prague, Cz, 2016] traveling teaches me the worst side of an expectation. Already, on a daily basis I am battling a lot with expectation and with its extent of perfection. Most of the time, I try to follow what people suggest me, like: “lower your expectation”, “expect nothing”, “nothing to lose”, etc. But how could one live without an expectation, if, to another end of the continum, expectation reflects hope. Everytime I failed, which is quite often, I tended to blame on my “high” expectation, but wait, it was the exact same expectation that has brought me all the way through. It kills. And by traveling, especially to mainstream and famous destinations, it has become a sort of my personal exercise to confront self expectation. Like Praha, or Venice, or Bruges, or even Paris, I often lost my appetite once I got there. I was board to those places by everyone’s expectation embedded to the city, little to no space to explore more, to discover, to get lost, to not knowing where to go, cause I crave for the feeling of not knowing anything when I travel to a place, of discovering, of letting myself go, of being free to go anywhere not based on what the guide books tell us “what to do” “where to go” “what to eat”. Don’t you then feel trapped by them, instead? Travel should entail unexpected random discovery, rather than matching photos with reality. 🌷