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 !!!

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New Year’s Eve in Tilburg

[Tilburg] #throwbacksaturday After having a lot of considerations, we decided then to stay “cool” on New Year’s eve 2014 while celebrating the night in our beloved city, Tilburg. At 10:30 pm I went to my friend’s room (one of these guys’ room) to at least be with someone on the 5 seconds count down moment. So watching movie it was. Around 5 minutes before midnight, we were kind of desperate assuming that we were going to sip our cup of tea, and let the moment go, just like that. But wait, not that lame guys! At 00.00 we started to hear some “jeger” sounds everywhere around our apartments. Then we went outside, and it was fireworks from every corner of the city. 5 minutes. Excited, wow, Happy New Year! Camera on, video on. Path, Instagram, Facebook, Twitter, updated! 10 minutes. It took quite long time. Nice view, right? Look! Overthere! 15 minutes. Good. How much money did they spend to buy them? 20 minutes. It was cold. 30 minutes. Kept still? 45 minutes. Let’s get inside guys. 50 minutes. No one was still outside. Happy New Year, anyway.

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Eindhoven and internship interview

[Eindhoven] three days ago I posted my interview invitation on Instagram. I feel, therefore, obliged to tell you all, how it went. So basically it’s a multinational recruitment consultant based in the Netherlands where I’m applying for a stagiare to French market consultant. The job description, to me, matches so well with what I really need as my initial experience in this field of work. They deal with international employees, cultural diversity conflict management and training, and so forth. So, the interviewer and I ended up in almost a good deal. But, just when we started talking about the formalities. I suddenly hated my nationality. No offense, it’s just like that. I sometimes really want to have a double nationality or something. Being Indonesian sometimes, in some cases, is not so favorable. Anyway, the decision will be announced in January. This is a photo taken in the middle of Christmas sale, when everybody was rushing to get from one store to another. I stopped by, and enjoyed this ironical spectacle. Maybe he just needs some food when you (think you) need another Coach item, Bel.

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My first exam!

[Tilburg Uni] As a Graduate student in humanities, I know that some will question what I actually do and study for my exams. Well, it is true that we don’t deal with econometrics, figures, formulas, maths, statistics and stuffs. However, that doesn’t make it seems easier to deal with. No! The exam will consist of 4 questions, each question will have 4 sub-questions, which simply means there will be 16 questions of 2-paragraph-minimum-argumentative answers. As the basis of the exam, we are obliged to be really familiar with 11 scientific articles in which there are more than 30 concepts in total. Memorizing 30 concepts is still due-able, but relating and opposing each of them in a specific case of study during the exam is…… another thing.

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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.

 

Sincerely,

Yours

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!