Hands free on bike

What comes to your mind when you hear the word “Dutch people”?

Tall? other physical traits?

Red brick houses?

or Bike?

I choose the last one. Well, not to talk about statistical thing, I will just argue that the Netherlands inhabit the highest number of bikes all over the world (compared to their own inhabitants, of course). But, what I found recently here was that Dutch people are very good in riding their bike. They can do it hands free, while texting, while having a call, while chatting to others bikers (who are also hands free). It’s like, what? They are ‘that’ accustomed to this hence they just do it naturally and unconsciously. it’s incredible! 


Why you should study in the library and NOT IN YOUR ROOM, Bel!

Here is some attempts that I made to convince myself about studying in the library is way better than in my cozy room.

1. It is true that you cannot easily eat in the library, (this is what I always complain of, I always think that It’s gonna cost a lot of money to buy extra food and stuffs) but you can, of course, prepare some food beforehand so that you can eat it in cafeteria here. Then no excuse Bel.

2. You get a comfortable chair to lean on, it’s good to keep your back straight and you’re not gonna get a back pain, as you always do when you study on the bed, RIGHT? So, why wouldn’t you?

3. The ambiance you get in the library makes you want to read, want to write, want to STUDY. The ambiance you get in your room is truth to be told, makes you straight away go to sleep! And listen to some music, keep doing it, and procrastinate tasks that you actually should do in between.

4. You are way more concentrated in the library, you work effectively and enjoy yourself, so why are you avoiding this place? You’re such a lazy lady!

5. If you run out of laptop battery, go use the provided computers! or simply bring your own charger! Life is simple Bel. Bear in mind!


Okay that’s enough for today. So, myself could you just be cooperative with myself? Thanks,


I need to study and need to focus on my assignments.




Visit in return to Nijmegen

[Nijmegen] it’s been awhile since my last post, then I’m sure that you could conclude what I was actually doing last couple of days. 😉 So, yesterday I went to the oldest city in the Netherlands, named Nijmegen [Neimekhren] or Nimègue in French. You know, the French people like to give “identity” to every little detail in the world at least to show their power relation, in this case, in language (since a name is part of identity as well). Let’s move! I went here to visit a friend of mine, the girl I met in Balikpapan, etc etc, I’ve mentioned this girl, I think, several times. So I assume that you know her quite well now. 😉 she lives in the same city with her mother and her boyfriend, but each of them has their own apartment. That’s a bit strange when “you’ve been in relationship with someone for more than 1 year and still you live separately, in 3 minutes walking distance.” That’s what I learned both in France or here in the Netherlands. But she does, she enjoys her life as an independent coupled up girl. That’s pretty cool. Then we walked around the city center and ended up having dinner at her mother’s apartment. One thing to be highlighted here is, I found this city quite similar to Geneva (Genève, Switzerland) where you can walk along the river bank with night cruise, floating restaurants, beautiful bridge on the one side and casino, high-end restaurants, hotels on the other side. Worth visiting especially in the summertime! Let’s do! 🙂





Then what is Cultural Diversity really about?

Today I went to my classmate’s birthday party at Talent Square, her name is Emma. There, there were several people, friends of her and also another classmate, from Greece, her name is Talin. We were bounded in a good conversation until there was a Chinese girl came over. Her name is Yiyi.

So, Talin and I were talking about how hard to get funded for a Ph.D degree. Talin was really into the conversation and told such and such thing, until Yiyi told that it wasn’t “that” difficult as what Talin has said. But Talin insisted that it’s not easy to find someone who would fund your Ph.D and stuffs. Finally, she asked Yiyi what’s she doing at Tilburg Uni, Yiyi amswered, “actually I’m doing Ph.D here.” Talin and I were laughing out loud because we realized how stupid we were trying to convince her about how hard is to get Ph.D, to a current Ph.D student. Demmm..

We then continued talking, three of us, and another Chinese girl also. We talked and talked until Yiyi asked a million dollar question to Talin and I, “then what is Cultural Diversity really about?” Both of us couldn’t handle ourselves from laughing, no, shouting! Like, “WHAT?!!!” Then we didn’t know exactly, actually, what to answer, we were just goofying around with our answer.

That was fun!

Selftalk is relieving

[Tilburg] hello from this conifer cone. This was taken when I strolled in the woods 2 days ago. Yes, do I have make it clear that I was alone? Well then, the best thing of going to the little “forest” with almost no one was there but me, was that (okay, movie scene, the horror ones?) I could talk to myself, literaly. I recalled all the funny things in my life, my failures, my achievements, what went wrong, and what to do ahead. I really talked with normal speaking volume which however it did me good. Well, this probably doesn’t affect anything to you, but one question, when did the last time you talk to yourselves and have an intimate conversation within the ascribed you and subscribed you? The one you want everyone sees as your identity and the one you perceive as your true identity. They need to reconciliate sometimes, you know.





Expat Center in Tilburg

[chilling] too bad I didn’t take any pictures on this occasion. So I just put the poster instead. 😉 this was an event organized by Expat Center in Tilburg. At first, I was hesitated to come cause I just didn’t feel like going to party on weekend.

So, I went there with a friend of mine, a Chinese girl. We got two free drinks (which were great! We even could ask for more and more drinks and anything. Course since I don’t drink any alc I then ordered big fresh orange juice and hot Chocomel. I know it was strange. But I don’t care.)

I talked a lot to ‘strangers’, was chilling around and met new friends from all over the world (this is exaggerating), well, from India, Greece, Germany, United Kingdom (they do British accent but want to get rid off that super cooooollllll accent. I was like, “what?”), and last but not least, from France!

I was beyond happy to figure out that these guys spoke English Frenchly, their stress words at the end of sentence, their way pronouncing “h” (The French will definetely couldn’t pronounce the “he” as [hi] but [i], and so forth) just couldn’t help them hide as the almighty heirs of French native speaker. (Take a bow). We then spent the rest of our time there “parler français”.

It’s good, you know, to be able to speak in the language you’ve ever mastered before. And It was relieving, I didn’t know why but, when I talk in French, I feel home, safe and sound.



[studying] just borrowed a book from campus library titled Speaking of Sadness. I was dragged to pick this book over the others, simply because it fitted with the lack of sunshine lately in my town. Which, however has forced me to feel a lesser degree of happiness that it gradually turns down, or off. Reading about sadness, depression, disconnection, and “weak heart” on these gloomy days is such a good companion. Hello Autumn.

I first realized the link between gloomy weather and self depression when I was doing my internship on the North part of France, called Normandy (la Normandie). I stayed there for 4 months which were quite long. There, I experienced that life was in constant need of hope. Yes, every morning when you opened your window, a little hope raised in your mind, “will there be sunshine today?”. The thing was that, it was just rare. You seemed to never see the sun’s coming, saying hello, or anything. It was just dark, cloudy, windy, and cold.

That situation would lead us to feel depression deeply. We would set up our face in a depress look, cold attitude, and less talkative. However, actually deep inside everybody who was living there needed to a little warm hug.


14th September 2013.