Friday, September 15, 2017

Legendary Noodle Joints In Tebet

When discussing about food in Tebet, a friend who resided in the area during her childhood commented that most, if not all, newly established eateries in Tebet have the standard taste. She thought that it was because the market in Tebet mostly are students, which have low budget, resulting in low quality food. However, she added, there are old eateries that maintain good quality, such as the following noodle joints.

Bakmi Berdikari
Location: Jl. Tebet Timur Dalam Raya No. 41

Established since 1978, this place is the most expensive of all noodle eateries mentioned in this post. I had to mention about the price in the beginning, because it's what struck me in the first place upon opening the menu book.

This place has social media accounts in FaceBook, Twitter and Instagram. It even has a website at, which features photos of the dishes and the prices.

I went here when I was feeling a bit of cold. So I ordered Mie Tom Yum (Rp 50.000). It came with udon as the noodle. Oh no, I'm not a fan of udon. The tom yum soup was good, though. Will probably try another dish from this restaurant, after the pay day, that is...

Mie Sanjaya
Location: Jl. Tebet Timur Dalam 2 No. 51B

My friend said this place has been around for around 20 years as she remembered visiting this place with her childhood friends. She said that her father used to always order the same dish: bakmi pangsit kuah (noodle with wonton soup). I decided to try a different dish when I came to this place.

Mie ayam bakso jamur (chicken noodle with meatballs and mushroom) and a glass of coconut water. It's all homemade, because the shape of the noodle, the taste of meatball and fried wonton are one of the kind.

The man behind the glass cupboard is the cook. He is quite talkative and friendly.

The menu on one of the walls.

Mie Yunus
Location: Jl. Tebet Barat Dalam VIIID, next to Pasar Tebet Barat

Its owner, Pak Yunus, started selling noodle in 1984. Singers Yuni Shara and Kris Dayanti were said to be frequent customers in the 1990s.

The facade

Mie ayam biasa (ordinary chicken noodle), only Rp 15.000

Do you have a favorite noodle place in Tebet? Do share in the comment box :).

Wednesday, August 30, 2017

East Sumba: Part 3 - The Reasons to Visit Sumba

Do not let my previous post discourages you to visit Sumba. Of course, there are many reasons on why you should visit Sumba. Here are just two of them... :)

The Scenery

No, I didn't get to see the Nihiwatu Resort, which is lauded as Indonesia's (or is it the world's?) most beautiful resort with private beaches. But I got to see many other beaches, and they are also very lovely to look at.

Lailunggi beach

Tawui beach. We have the beach all for ourselves :)

Rolling stone gathers no moss, they say. Well, rolling people results in blurry photos. Stay still, soak up the beauty of the night sky, and you'll get beautiful photos :P

Let's go to the place where the sea and the hills meet

Kakaha beach

The People

Some of the conversation I had with the local people were worth to keep as life advice. For example, a conversation with the wife of a village chief, also called as Mama Desa (the village mom) went like this:

Me: Mama, you still look young and beautiful 
Mama Desa (MD): Thank you, Ibu, but I'm 42 years old already.
Me: Ah, we are only five years apart, Mama
MD: Are you married, Ibu?
Me: Not yet, Mama
MD: It's much better to be single. If you're feeling cold, you can just put on more blankets.
Me: Ehhh, why did you say that, Mama?
MD: Sumbanese women have to take care of children, cattle and men. It's a tough life for married women.

On another occasion, I met with a woman and had a conversation that went like this:

Me: Hello Mama, are you waiting for your husband to pick you up?
Woman: I'm waiting for a young man to pick me up.
Me: Oh?
Woman: Every marriage has its own rule. Mine is different with the others.

OMG, such life wisdom imparted by real life Oprahs. I came back from Sumba a changed woman. Now excuse me, I need to stock up on blankets :D

Monday, August 28, 2017

East Sumba: Part 2 - The Tough Part About Living in East Sumba's Remote Villages

After I returned from Sumba island, I had many friends asking,"What is life like there?" To this question, I'd have to say,"Tough." Some of them, who have known me very well, were a bit taken aback upon hearing me saying it as I don't complain much. Here are some reasons...

Clean water and proper sanitation are scarce

Of five target villages, only two have a pipe network that delivers clean water to homes (or perhaps only homes of village chiefs? Because that was where I slept). I had to bathe in a river in one of the villages and had to take water from the water well in the other two villages.

Also, as a hijabi, I had a hard time when nature called. Four-walled toilet? Why bother building one? You have the whole backyard for the purpose. That is probably what is in the mind of most local  people. Argh.   

Here is me after taking a bath in a river. The water looks still, but it is actually flowing, albeit rather slowly.

Tips to bathe in a river for hijabi (or here's how I did it):
(a) Tie two ends of a sarong around your neck and you will end up wearing a halter-lookalike dress
(b) Take off your other clothes and underwear, but leave the sarong on
(b) Pour water all over yourself with gayung (small bowl with handle) and take a bath as fast as you can (yep, you're doing it in the sarong, there is no way you take a bath naked in the river, it's really open air)
(c) Throw an oversized shirt/jacket and hijab, and you're ready to roll

In one village, as boys and girls had to take bath in turns, the girls decided to take bath after 6 a.m. after the sun was up because...what if there was snakes lurking in the water and we didn't see them as it was too dark? But the funny thing was, we found the boys standing on the river banks with a black face.

"Have you guys taken a bath yet? Now it's our turn," we said.
"Errr not yet. We have just looked up for the manual on how to do that," one of the boys answered.
"Girls, could you please go away? We can't take a bath if you're still there," another boy said.

What we didn't know was there was a boy going naked in the river. Upon seeing our car coming, he hid in the bushes and warned the other boys,"The lionesses coming!" We heard the scream, but we failed seeing that boy. Hahaha.

With lack of proper bathroom, I've been growing a thick skin to ask permission to use the local people when I see one. Most of the time, the people kindly give permission.

A typical toilet in the villages is built by zincalume sheets and a piece of fabric that acts as the door. And it is located in the middle of a vegetable patch. 

Inside the toilet. You just have to use this toilet with lots of imagination, wild guesses and skillful maneuver.

No electricity

As my project is all about bringing electricity to the villages, the lack of electricity is evident from the beginning. Only rich people or village chiefs have electricity, through diesel-powered generator set or cheap solar panel.

The lack of electricity was not really a big problem as I don't need bedroom lighting. However, I have the habit of waking up at 5 a.m. to pee and it was still dark outside. Sometimes I had to wait until the sun is up, usually around 6 a.m., to pee.

Why didn't I just go to the toilet, I heard you ask. Well, the toilet is usually located far away from the main house. What if I accidentally stepped on a snake or other unknown venomous animals?

I don't need electricity to recharge my mobilephone because...

Only one mobilephone provider available

And I don't use that provider. So I turned off my mobilephone most of the time. How do other people contacted me? Well, I traveled with a group of colleagues, who use that particular provider. But honestly, I enjoy going off-grid most of the time, so it was not a big problem.

However, I went to Sumba island on a one-way ticket and I had to coordinate with the team on the field on their schedule for flying home and then asked the team at the Jakarta office to book me a ticket, which they would send via email. But how would I check email if I couldn't even have any signal.

Now, that was a problem. Everything turned out well, though, alhamdulillah. We went back to Waingapu one day before the designated flight, and all emails/Whatsapp messages, including an email containing my ticket home, came into my mobilephone like a gigantic tidal wave.

Trivia: if you use "the provider" and turn on your mobilephone in the five target villages, only Praiwitu that has the Western Indonesian Time (WIB). This is because the base transceiver station near the village is set into WIB, instead of Central Indonesian Time (WITA).

No breakfast culture and irregular meal time

This is probably the toughest thing for me to adapt. The local people usually drink a glass of coffee for breakfast, go to the paddy field/work in offices, back for lunch at 1-2 p.m., do other things, and close the day by eating dinner at around 8-11 p.m. Yep, you read it right, I once had dinner at 11 p.m. I forced myself to eat, because breakfast was an uncertainty.

Since there is no electricity (and no refrigerators), people can not keep food for too long. Everything is freshly prepared. But on the other hand, no electricity means longer time to prepare food. We have to get water from the well/river/nearest water spring, collect wood to boil water/cook, and...kill the animal.

(insert Edavard Munch's Scream painting emoji here)

Yep, we had to kill the animal because the local people understood that while they are Protestant, we were Muslims, who have different rules of diet. Now the problem is, none of us works as a butcher. So it has been quite a traumatic experience, for some of us who play the role as butchers.

Usually the local people started gathering the animals that would go to death row near dusk time. Killing, pulling out the fur/skin off the animals, cutting the meat, and cooking would take around 2-3 hours.

Friday, August 25, 2017

East Sumba: Part 1 - The Trip

Hello, sweeties! I'm back from the rapid assessment and awareness raising event on solar panel electrification program in five villages in East Sumba. It was my first trip to Sumba Island, one of the outer islands of Indonesia, and I must say that the experience was quite mind-blowing.

I've been to Flores Island and Timor Island, I even experienced an emergency landing in West Sumba's Tambolaka airport, but those trips didn't prepare me for this East Sumba visit. It was more than just the majestic view, but also its cultural values.

I landed in East Sumba's Umbu Mehang Kunda airport with my colleagues. We used Citilink (HLP-DPS) and Nam Air (DPS-WGP), with a night transit in Bali. There is another airline offering flights to Umbu Mehang Kunda airport, but the office already had bad experiences with that particular airlines, so we went with the other one.

After dealing with car rental and other preparation, we left Waingapu and went to the villages on the southern coast line of East Sumba. There are several routes, but we chose the one that passes Tanarara village. As we moved to the south, the view changes from dry and dusty savanna to red soil to green pastures. Sometimes we saw wild sandalwood pony, a local horse breed named after sandalwood.


Potable water source in Laiwangi Wanggameti National Park

We experienced two incidents during the trip, and somehow coffee is involved. How, I hear you ask? First, the ball joint fell apart. It happened just a few kilometers after we left Kananggar village, which has a small shop selling coffee. One of us wanted to sample the coffee there, but the majority of us opted out. Then the incident took place and we had to return to the village with the help of the driver's relatives (who live in the village). A cup of coffee was no longer a choice, it's a must.

The kind of roads we went through. Up and down, straight and circling, all the way. And I got the whole 3-D experience because I sat on the front seat

This photo was taken when the ball joint fell apart.

The incident allowed us to have a more intimate look to the daily life. We chatted with the home owners, and found that they studied in Satya Wacana Christian University in Salatiga, Central Java. The husband now works as a farmer, while the wife is a stay at home mom. They both took Law and found that there was not much to do in the village with their degree.

After an hour or so chatting, the subject moved to wedding ceremony. I think it all started when a boar fumbled along our legs. I was startled to see such big animal, but the wife said there was another one bigger in the stall, which was kept for wedding proposal ceremony.

The wife (my bad, I forgot to ask her name!) said that during the proposal, the groom family comes to the bride's house and negotiates on the dowry, which usually consists of horned boars, oxen, buffaloes and horses. The number of the animals depends on the negotiation, which can last for days.

During the first meeting of both families, the groom gives mamuli, a set of pendant and chain representing female and male organs, as a sign of goodwill. There are more family meetings after the first one, and each meeting requires even more dowry. A Sumba guy talked to his friend (so I overheard) that he still needed to buy 15 more animals to complete the dowry and his oldest kid is already in primary school!

There are many cases of domestic violence in the area because the husbands think they have spent so much for their wives, so they can treat the wives the way they like it. The women also do most of the household chores: cooking, getting water from spring/well/river, getting wood for the fire in the kitchen, washing clothes, etc.

While many of them acknowledge that the traditions burden them, they keep saying that the traditions are good and actually protect the women because if the husbands mistreat the wives, the women's family can step in and intervene. In some cases, the women's family can return the dowry and bring back the women to the family's home.

A set of mamuli

But I digress, where was I? Ah yes, the second car incident happened when we left Tandula Jangga village. And how did coffee play a role in it?

We had been drinking coffee in the past few days and it started to take a toll on our stomach. So on that fateful morning, I made the team cereal drink. One person who is a coffee addict was not happy with the drink. I told him that we'd get a cup of coffee in the next village. But guess what, the host served him tea! He was upset that he couldn't get his caffeine fix, then suddenly, the one of the tires just blew up. So again, we had to stop and get a cup of coffee while the driver changed the tire.

That was my boss changing the tire, and yes we are evil employees. Ah, the advantage of being the only woman in a road trip.

Sorry I was a bit late in posting this. Drafting a long blog post takes up more time than posting a photo and two paragraphs of caption in Instagram, but I've committed to compile all experience here, so please bear with me.

In the mean time, if you want to keep up with my daily snapshots, you can check @tasrianti. Feel free to follow and drop comments (nice ones, please).

Thursday, August 17, 2017

Monday, July 31, 2017

Porridge, To Stir Or Not To Stir

Rumor has it that there are two schools of thought on porridge eating style: (1) those who stir, and (2) those who don't. However, when eating these bowls of porridge, I believe you should stir the porridge regardless which school of thought you are following. 

Why should you stir the porridge? Because there is a raw egg that is cracked open and hid underneath the layer of hot piping porridge. Stirring the porridge will speed up the egg getting cooked up. The following porridge stalls are located in Tebet.

Bubur Ayam Sukabumi
Location: Jl. Tebet Raya

This eatery is located on Jl. Tebet Raya, not really sure if it has connection with the legendary Bubur Ayam Sukabumi on West Tebet (which I would also tell about after this eatery). This one was established in 1989, younger then the next one. I found this as I walked to office, and it's already opened, so I thought, why not.

I ordered Bubur Ayam Spesial, which was priced at Rp 20.000 and accompanied by a bowl of kerupuk. I like that it has a generous sprinkle of tongcai (salted radish), which I can taste on each spoonful of porridge. But not really sure about that kerupuk.

Other dishes on the menu are somay and batagor and some other quick bites, which is a bit pricey, in my opinion. I guess the eatery's strategic location plays a role in it. But I wouldn't mind coming here again if I was in a rush for a bowl of porridge.

Bubur Ayam Sukabumi 1
Location: Jl. Tebet Barat Dalam II No. 2

This eatery has started selling porridge since 1988, and the fact that it still exists today means it has something unique that makes people keep coming. Nowadays, it sells various dish in the menu, from porridge to fried rice to sauteed shrimps. And the best thing is, it opens 24 hours!

If you need to go to this place quickly, you can find it on the online motorcycle-taxi application (I use Go-Jek) as 'Bubur Ayam Sukabumi 1' on West Tebet. I did try walking while reading the map, but then I glanced at my watch and saw that I needed to get back to office in a short notice. So, Go-Jek to the rescue.  

I think the secret of this eatery's success lies inside the special porridge. If you order 'Bubur Ayam Spesial', it will come with a raw egg. The price of this kind of porridge is lower than the other two. Only Rp 15.000 per portion. It doesn't come with a bowl of kerupuk, so it could be the reason of lower price, but it is already delicious without. I have no complain on this dish.

I didn't take photos of this place because I was in a rush to go to office. Some photos and a longer food review is available here, in Bahasa though.

This kind of porridge is best enjoyed when you're not feeling well. However, I could have this every day of my life, if I must. Oh, and I'm with those who stir, if you'd like to know.

Monday, July 17, 2017

Some Good News And A Glance At The PSPT Rooftop

Hello lovelies, remember about the project that contacted me before Ramadhan? Well, it's official now. I'm working for the project, which is about an off-grid community-owned renewable energy project in Sumba island. I'm still based in Jakarta, with possible trips to Sumba. One of the best things about this project is the Jakarta office is located in Tebet.

I've always had a soft spot for Tebet, a pocket of residential area in South Jakarta. Its circling roads, round-about housing blocks and lush gardens make a perfect modern-day labyrinth. People say that if you walk straight in Tebet, it is very possible that you return to the first spot. Street names and number may confound first-time visitors to the area, there are Tebet Raya, Tebet Timur, Tebet Timur Dalam, Tebet Dalam and God knows what.

Another memories about this district was when I first entered the working life, M took me to Pasar PSPT (PSPT Market) in East Tebet to shop for work wear. Therefore, I was very excited to read about the revitalization of the market. Inaugurated in April 2017, it is called The PSPT Rooftop and had the similar concept of the hipster hub Pasar Santa. After all, the news and reviews had been positive, such as this and this.

Long story short, I arrived at the place. Taking the three flights of stairs was not a problem, but imagine my surprise when I found that the place was quite empty and I was the only patron. I thought it was because I came at 5 p.m. But apparently, the cafe I intended to sample (Agrikultur Cafe) had closed down. I couldn't even find it there.

I was still in the midst of Syawal fasting, so I took some photos around before placing an order. I decided to break the fast with tongseng kambing (goat meat soup) at Kedai Gulai Rantau and a glass of dragon fruit-sour sop fruit smoothies. The food and the drink were nice, and the prices were reasonable. It was just so unfortunate that this place could not live up to its name.

To attract more patrons, I think traditional market operator PD Pasar Jaya should hire social media specialist to promote their newly renovated markets *ahem.

View from the street

PSPT Rooftop at 5 p.m. on a regular workday

View on the dining area

I think it has potential and there is room for improvement

View from the rooftop

Another view from the rooftop

Tongseng kambing (goat meat soup)

Dragon fruit and sour sop fruit smoothies

Trivia: Do you know what PSPT stands for? Some people joke about it, saying that it stands for 'Pasar Setelah Pasar Tebet' (The Market after Tebet Market). There are two traditional markets in Tebet, one in West Tebet and another in East Tebet. The one in East Tebet owns a football club of Persatuan Sepakbola Pasar Tebet (Tebet Market Football Club/PSPT). Therefore to differentiate it with the West Tebet Market, it has been called Pasar PSPT.

Anyway, Tebet has been known for its culinary scene, so expect more food photos in the upcoming posts. On the first day of work in Tebet, I have made a pact to sample as much food as I can during my tenure here. Hmm, talking about grit...:)

Monday, July 10, 2017

Going To IKEA Alam Sutera Using Public Transportation

I fell in love with IKEA since I stepped into one in Shopping City Sud, and that was 17 years ago. Luckily, IKEA has opened one outlet in Alam Sutera, Banten. But I live in Bekasi, West Java, which is located some 50 km away. 

I have gone to IKEA Alam Sutera a few years ago when a friend asked me and some other friends to go there on a whim. She rode a car, so going there was easy. But how about going there on public transportation? Is that even possible?

Many people suggested that I rode a car there. But this stubborn girl, who has been working in Jakarta, which is located some 35 kilometers from her home, believes that there must be public transportation route she could use to reach the place. So I googled it up, et voila, the Internet does not disappoint.

Here's a link that compiles how to get to IKEA Alam Sutera, either by car, train or bus.

I decided to take the simplest route: Commuter Line to Jakarta Kota station - Trans BSD Bus to Alam Sutera traffic roundabout - Sutera Loop to IKEA.

Commuter Line runs between Bekasi and JakartaKota every 15-20 minutes, and based on some googling Sutera Loop's headway is pretty much the same. So all I need to do is check the departure time of Trans BSD to calculate the time I need to reach Jakarta Kota station from home. And of course, the schedule for Trans BSD is also available online, click here if you need it.

Long story short, I got on Commuter Line, hopped off on the final station and left the station from the right exit. The bus stop for Trans BSD bus is located in front of Bank BNI Kota on Jl. Lada. There are Hop On-Hop Off buses that await passengers. Just wait for the Trans BSD bus patiently. You'll know it from the writing on the bus, and run for it because it only drops and picks up passengers in such a short notice.

The bus trip between Jakarta Kota and Alam Sutera traffic roundabout is around 45 minutes if the traffic is clear. Alam Sutera traffic roundabout has Omni hospital and McDonalds. You will find Sutera Loop bus stop in front of McDonalds.

Sutera Loop red line bus

Ticket is Rp 5.000 per person, one way

IKEA bus stop is after Mall Alam Sutera 2 bus stop


Cactus plushie

IKEA Alam Sutera is holding a sale until July 17, 2017. So hurry up and grab your most wanted items before the sale period expires. I couldn't buy much because I was taking public transportation. Here are the things I bought at IKEA:

Bumerang Hanga cloth hangers

Krama wash towels

Vitmossa blanket. This would be useful for the next sleepover, and takes up less space than the sleeping bag.

Monday, July 3, 2017

I'tikaf In Masjid Baitul Ihsan (Masjid BI) And Masjid Agung Sunda Kelapa

Disclaimer: I wrote this as a self-reminder should I want to do another i'tikaf in the future.

Before I start, allow me to write a definition of i'tikaf. I hope I get it correctly. I'tikaf means staying in a mosque for a period of time, devoting the time for ibadah (praying, reciting Quran, reading Hadits etc) and staying away from the worldly affairs. 

In some countries, women are not allowed to do i'tikaf in the mosque. But in Indonesia, women do i'tikaf. So I guess it is a cultural thing, just like women in Indonesia are not allowed to perform Jumat prayer but actually women can do Jumat prayer in Masjidil Haram. Correct me if I'm wrong :).

OK, back to this post. Last Ramadan, I did i'tikaf in two mosques: Masjid Baitul Ihsan and Masjid Agung Sunda Kelapa. Here are my recount of the experience.

Masjid Baitul Ihsan or Masjid BI

Built in 2001, the 1.087-square meter Masjid Baitul Ihsan is located inside the state bank Bank Indonesia's complex and can house up to 4,000 people. It has a parking area, shoes shelves, toilets and ablution area, and best of all, it is air-conditioned.

Logistics. The second best thing about this mosque (beside it being air-conditioned): it provides drinking water. All you need to do is bring your own water bottle. 

There are some food vendors near the entrance gate. But if you want the real deal, you can always run to the 24-hour McDonalds in Sarinah. To have a proper sahur, you can register for a rice box at the entrance after Witir and pay Rp 20.000.  

Accommodation. It has wall-to-wall carpet. The ground floor has thicker carpet than the second floor. Since I was taking a spot on the second floor, it was a good thing I brought my Deuter Dreamlite500 sleeping bag.

The number of toilet can be improved. But as a person who doesn't pee much during fasting month, I can survive.

I'tikaf Program. The mosque holds Maghrib, Isya, Tarawih (8 rakaat) and Witir (3 rakaat), which usually conclude at 9 p.m. There is a sermon for about one hour. Then you are left to do personal activities (either praying, reading Quran etc) until 1 a.m. when they wake you up to do qiyamul lail. The night prayer is done in 8 rakaat. Each night of the last 10 days of Ramadan the imam will read 3 juz. When I did i'tikaf it was juz 7-9.

Masjid Agung Sunda Kelapa

Built in 1970, the 9.920-square meter Masjid Sunda Kelapa is located behind the National Development Planning Board and can also house up to 4.000 people. MASK has the same facilities like Masjid BI, however, this mosque is much older and not much modernization.

Logistics. There is no drinking water. So you must buy bottled water. Or in my case, I brought a refillable water bottle, asked a food vendor to refill and pay for the water. It's the least I could do to reduce the plastic waste.

There are a lot of food vendors outside of the mosque's gate, and you can choose from satay (meat on skewer) and soto (clear soup) to ketoprak (vegetable, vermicelli noodle topped with peanut sauce) and dimsum (meat dumpling). All is delicious and affordable!

The mosque gives free rice boxes for ifthar and sahur, which they receive from donors. On that particular dawn, the mosque distributed 2.130 rice boxes for sahur and not everyone received. I happened to bring my own meal, so I gave my rice box to an elderly lady.

Accommodation. Women can occupy the multi purpose hall. But I found it too cramped, so I took a spot at the roofed terrace, which is not air-conditioned. Sleeping bag to the rescue!

The number of toilet is enough to cater the whole congregation. But the toilet condition is a bit...hmm...well, there is room for improvement.

I'tikaf Program. The mosque holds Maghrib, Isya, Tarawih (20 rakaat) and then you have a break to do personal activities until midnight, when they wake you up and turn off the light for qiyamul lail. The night prayer is 8 rakaat and the imam reads one juz. 


When doing i'tikaf, I know I should bring these:
1. Mukena (praying outfit), sajadah (praying mat) and other equipment
2. Sleeping bag
3. Tissues (both dry and wet tissues)
4. Refillable water bottle
5. Food (in case no food vendor/free rice box)

Friday, June 30, 2017

June Updates

Eid Mubarak!

My last post was a farewell to the aerial view of Jakarta's main streets, and here I am, a month later, still sitting in the very same cubicle with the view. So what happened in the past 30 days? Here are some updates...

My contract got extended until the end of June

I had prepared myself to be unemployed this month, and planned to take all of my leaves before the contract expired. But lo and behold, a day before Ramadhan commenced, I received a phonecall from the HRM on the contract extension. At first, I said I'd think about it, but the HRM asked me kindly to help them out. And so, I decided to take the offer.

I've completed most of my work a few weeks before May ended, so this June I did the regular tasks and web updating. Lower workload means I had...

A moment of self-reflection this Ramadhan

Prior to the contract extension, I had made plans to fill Ramadhan with lots of self-reflection and ibadah (you know, prayers, read Al Quran and other good deeds). The extension got me thinking that you don't have to wait until you have the time to do all that. As a matter in fact, being alive is a lifetime struggle to balance the world and the hereafter. 

Without any intention to brag/boast/riya, alhamdulillah, this Ramadhan I've managed to do most tarawih prayers, with one night amiss (I'm trying to improve this). I also held a breakfasting event with my campus friend at a small orphanage, near my home. I did twice one-night i'tikaf with my girlfriends. I might post about the experience in another post, just for a self-reminder and in case there are English-speaking people who need information on i'tikaf activities in Jakarta's mosques.

I'm fully aware that what I've done this Ramadhan is minuscule compared to the good deeds that other people had done. But coming from a person like me, those baby steps are huge quantum leaps for me :).

As I don't promote this blogs on other social media (although it's available on search engines if you type the right keywords), I wrote those just for my eyes only, a self-reminder of things to improve in the future Ramadhan. I do understand that there are people who read this blogs. If you know me in real life, I'd very much appreciate it that you don't bring up those things in public or to other people.

The translation work will be published into a paper

The translation work I did last year will be published into a paper, and my name will be mentioned too, that's what the researcher told me. I was floored by the announcement. I mean, I only translated what the respondents said, not really writing the paper. I really need to write my own paper one of these days.

A good news ahead...

A project contacted me. While there is no commitment yet (no contract, whatsoever), the project coordinator had asked me to send some documents. We have also chatted informally on my TOR. I hope to hear more on this project in July. Please wish me luck!

If there is no progress on this project until July, I can always take a break and do some traveling :).

To close this month in a good mood, here is a photo of me and my extended family during the Eid celebration. And they didn't ask 'the question' this year! I love you, my extended family :).

Monday, May 22, 2017

The City's Main Street View From The 25th Floor

Since 2013, I've been working in the Lands of the Clouds (OK, this is a hyperbole :D). Between 2013 and 2014, I worked on the 20th floor, which happened to be the highest floor on the building, in Kuningan area of Jakarta.

Then in early 2015, I landed a job at the 25th floor of a building on Jl. Jend. Sudirman, which is one of the city's main streets. The building was famous in its era. I mean, everytime I said I worked on that building, people would say,"Wow, that building used to be very famous. It still exists?"

Today is my last active day, as I will take the remaining days of leave starting tomorrow and I will leave the office by the end of the month. As a memento, I'm taking some time to take photographs from this summit. And here they are...

My cubicle is right behind this view

There are still empty lots on Jl. Jend. Sudirman, this is just one of them.

More greeneries, please

The skyscrapers are fading on the southern edge

These views still can't beat my cousin's former workplace, which was located on the 46th floor of a building near the Hotel Indonesia traffic circle. Whenever there is a demonstration, they can monitor from above.

Tuesday, May 9, 2017

Of Men And Flowers

Say it with flowers, an adage says. The saying stands true for Jakartans who are currently in the middle of the War of Flowers between Basuki 'Ahok' Tjahja Purnama's supporters and Anies Baswedan's supporters (for example, this news). 

But let's get away from the humdrum of Jakarta's politics to Kolkata, India. I have a soft spot for India, perhaps because D has the facial features of South Asians (ha!).

National Geographic photographer Ken Hermann was on assignment in India a few years ago, and he decided to go to a flower market on his day off. He was drawn to how the male flower vendors carried their goods. So he came back to make a portrait series.

Flowers are used for everything in India, from festivals and parties to religious rituals. The variety is enormous, from brightly hues hibiscuses and vivid crimson roses to jasmine bouquets, fragrant lotus and magnolia flowers. The photographer decided to photograph the species that he saw the vendors carrying.

The photographer originally thought about including both sexes in the series, but the women were reluctant to have their pictures taken. So he focused exclusively on the male vendors. To get these guys to take a break from their work and pose under the midday sun, he wound up paying for many of the bunches he photographed.

These stoic, masculine men put on a macho face when they get their picture taken. But you can see that they carry their flowers -- their livelihood -- in a very gentle way. You can see more here.