Posted in Langit Senja, Maternité, Thoughts

The Last Day of the Happiest School Year

Yesterday was the last day of the most wonderful school year, so far. Not only for the little girl, but also for the parents. I never knew before one year could make so much differences.

A school where we found the answer to years of confusion and frustration. I will really write about this later.

A school which set a whole new standard to the next school we choose for this girl.

A school which gives more than we could ever imagine. Once wrote about this previously in This Cool School.

Instead of being bullied at her first day like few years ago, or clearly being left behind in a baby class by those who called themselves child psychlogist, and some other unpleasant experience, the whole part of this school is truly accepted just the way she is.

That is really important for us.

Not only they offered a huge help about her major problem, they provided the solution as well. Our endless thank yous were replied by : “No, no, it’s fine. That’s our job here” and “It’s our pleasure to work with her”. We didnt even spend a single penny for that.

I already wanted to cry here.

Having no one to really keen of her and couldn’t mingle with the gang of kindergirls previously(it was tough), there’s nothing that made me happier to see how these kids here treated her. They shouted her name, waved her from a far when we met in the street, “HI LENGGIT!”, said goodbye when the school was over, ” BYE LENGGIT!”, spared her some space on the line, took care of her, and sincerely liked her.

Just like today in the park, when she saw some friends from another class playing bubbles together, she slowly approached them but too shy to ask, one of the little girl asked :

“Lenggit, do you want to join us? ”

Those were priceless. And surely made me cry.

We’re fully aware and totally accept she’s not the brightest type. Among 16 areas, half of them are still below standard. We have a lot of homeworks to do.

But the good news is, she has the right attitude about learning and also has secured few things that she loves, being good at, and recognized well by the teacher such as reading and music.

Hope she could continue to find joy in those two while facing and dealing with harder times in the future and keep working on (many) of her other homeworks.

The last day was marked by the tears flowing on the school pick up ranting about how she would miss her bestfriend and endlessly asked when her bestfriend would come to our house.

Summer break until September begins.

Posted in Places, Travel

Lake Distric Trip : Derwent Water-Saint Bees-Lingholm Estate-Crummock Water-Buttermere

After the first day of Lake District Trip : Penrith-Windermere-Grasmere-Stone Circle, Some expectation has been adjusted for the second day. I clearly said that I didn’t really need so many places to stop by. I just need my picnic by the lake. It would be too dissapointing visiting Lake District without it. A chance to return to such place would be too small in the future.

I had one strong reason about being so annoying about this picnic thing. I was once having this kind of thing during the two months in Manchester back in 1994 with my family. You don’t underestimate how powerful happy childhood memories is. It stays longer more than you could think of as confirmed by Meik Wiking in his book below.

Blur picture, vivid memory : Picnic in Peak District 1994

After being grumpy a whole previous day, in our first stop my wish was granted. We had picnic by the lake in Derwentwater. From the lake, we could see the hill where the sheeps were enjoying their time, munching grass or just lazing around. The wind was pretty strong and it was cloudy at that time.

Done with enjoying the right amount of picnic, we proceeded to the next stop : Lingholm Estate. This is an itinerary arranged for the little girl. Here, we had a tour with alpaca, the cute little creature, a cousin to camel.

Lingholm Estate was a big estate by the lake where people could do trekking or eating in Lingholm Kitchen. We booked a session in 12.45 and since it wasn’t a normal situation, there were only two small groups of people with our own guide. We paid for 2 adults while the little girl paid none. So, we got 2 alpacas to walk around with us.

Popeye and Jahraz were the two Alpacas given to us. Me and Langit went with Popeye. He was a very nice and lazy alpaca who loved stopping and eating grass every few meters. We walked for an hour through the lake, forest and around the estate. It was beautiful.

Ste was our guide that day. Within an hour, everyone who met him would clearly see his huge love for his job. The way he explained about the Alpacas, the way he talked to them, the sparkling eyes and genuine smile were too obvious. When normally we have a dog person or cat person, then Ste is obviously an alpaca person.

He told us that he started as an ordinary guest just like us when he had totally fell in love with these creatures. He visited on March then by June, he had already landed at this job. I always have big respect and admiration to this kind of people. They know what they want, have the courage to pursue it, no matter how far from flashy it looks.

We had lunch in Lingholm kitchen and prayed in the car then continued the trip to Saint Bees.

Saint Bees is a less famous coastal beach in Lake District. We were so lucky that day the weather was so fine. The blue sky and sunshine were available throughout the day.

Not so many people in Saint Bees that day. Most of them were the elders or maybe local people. It wasn’t the beach for swimming but a perfect one to enjoy the sunshine, blue sky, the sound of the wave, and the beautiful hill next to the beach.

Honestly, there were so many times where the heart felt like being pinched watching these beautiful views. Saint Bees was one them.

It was 7 pm when we left Saint Bees and still had one last itinerary.

To the famous Buttermere.

Similar to the last trip to Scotland, the last itinerary was the highlight of the trip. SATNAV, the map tool, directed us through some narrow streets instead of big one. But then, the view out there was so breathtaking.

It was so quiet, peaceful and serene. It felt surreal to see all these beautiful nature and how different it was with the city landscape.

Maybe I was too grumpy about the picnic on the previous day until the next day, I was granted not only one but two picnics by the lake.

The second one in Crummock Water was way more beautiful than one in Derwent Water. The silence, the almost sunset view, the sound of the sparkling water. Such place does really exist in this world. We had our dinner in Crummock Water and Langit had some time throwing stones to the lake.

We still had Buttermere for our very last stop which only few minutes away from Crummock Water. Buttermere is a small village by the lake and often considered as the most beautiful Lake in Lake District. Crummock Water is actually also a part of Buttermere. The stunning view level is obviously higher than the lakes we visited on the first day.

We practically had the whole lake for ourselves in Buttermere. The hands couldnt stop taking picture. More with my favorite time of the day, made everything look more photogenic.

How ungrateful the heart was on the first day and how much it filled with gratitude on the next day.

To be granted a chance to travel safely after five months in this unusual situation, and many more, sometimes, other than being extremely grateful, I am just too scared to receive so much.

May the heart always stays low when life is on high paces and be patient (which is so hard) during the (s)low times.

Posted in Places, Travel

Lake District Trip : Penrith-Windermere-Grasmere-Stone Circle

We arrived at Penrith Railway Station on Friday afternoon around 14.30. Check in was still one and half hour away so we visited Penrith Castle right in front of the station. It’s more of ruined castle and there was nothing much to see. We had quick lunch on the bench before continued walking to our guest house.

I booked a guesthouse 10 minutes walking from the station and it is located near the supermarket since we traveled without kitchen. Our room was a triple bed in the attic. It was nice and clean.

Right after checked in, we went for a walk to see around the city center of Penrith and since it is a small town, we could just walked around for two hours. More, in the current situation, almost all the shops were still closed. The streets were empty and people were rarely seen. We just went home after a short visit to Sainsbury to buy some snacks and water.

As it is another nature trip, we booked a car for the next 2 days. Day one turned out to be one of the grumpy days in my traveling diary. We were ready to go according to the appointment with the car hire person and took a cab to the office. We were a bit early so we waited first. Until 15 minutes, there was no sign it would come so I asked the trip planner to call them. It turned out they would be late because of so many things and the earliest they could arrive was 11 am.

The grumpiness started.

It was 10.20 and we decided to return to the guest house as we left something too. We called the same cab to send us back and asked the driver to pick us once again at 11.10. The car office was only 7 minutes away. Not long after we arrived at our room, the car person called that they had arrived. We practically wasted 10 pounds on cab. The car hire company agreed to give us some compensation about making us waiting for them without a prior notice.

After everything was clear, we’re good to go and I was so ready to execute my most wanted itinerary. But, as the wise words said : bad things never come alone.

The first destination was Ullswater and it was only less than 30 minutes away from Penrith. But, when we arrived there, parking spot were packed. Not only that, the parking along side the road were also full. The city people were spending weekend by swimming, hiking, and camping. Apparently, my picnic plan should wait a little bit longer.

We proceeded to the next stop to Aira Force. Small waterfalls near Ullswater and it said we could have some picnic too. I wasn’t really sure since I had a very specific picture about kind of picnic that I wanted to do and it was certainly not a picnic by the waterfalls. Arrived in Aira Force, turned out another jammed parking spot so we just stuck there for few minutes and continued.

The grumpiness level was rising.

We only had two days in Lake District and had spent more than half of the first day in car.

As we already had a booked boat trip in Windermere and it was impossible to miss it, we had no choice but heading directly there. We arrived an hour early and thankfully, no more parking spot struggle. While waiting for the boat, I saw a perfect picnic spot on the other side of the lake. But again, it was impossible to go there within an hour. I should accepted my picnic ransum to be finished inside the car instead by the lake.

My mood had been so awful for the rest of the trip. Even the slightest thing irritated me and my heart almost lost all interest in everything. The beautiful view of Windermere outside the boat window couldn’t make the eyes wide opened and they chose to sleep along the trip. The weather was quite fine. Some blue and grey skies took turn. The trip took an hour back and forth.

The next destination was Grasmere where there was a famous gingerbread man store which only opened until 5 pm. On the other side, we had already promised the little girl to go to playground. We had Brockenhole in our itinerary where there was playground. We supposed to go there before the boat trip. Since the plan changed, so did the itinerary.

We accidentally found a pretty decent playground on the way to Grasmere. We made a stop there and let the little girl played for a while. There were quite few people, big group of moslem families to be precise, doing picnic and barbeque although there was a clear sign of no camping, no fire, no barbeque. Shame on them.

One of the advantages of summer trip is the long daytime. So we proceed to Grasmere and when I saw the little vilage from the car, the hope to have a picnic by the lake soared. Grasmere is a beautiful little village, the town was slightly busier than Penrith. I always love town walking trip. But sadly, we couldnt do that in this trip. Also, most of the shops were still closed.

We bought dinner from one of the restaurant and still tried find a spot for picnic but ended up with nothing. At that time, all I wanted to do was went home and sleep.

The mood was slightly improved when we visited our last itinerary : Castlerigg Stonecircle. It looked just like mini Stonehenge without entrance ticket and the crowd. It was located on the top of mountain with incredibly stunning view. The view reminded me of the Heidi and The Swiss Alps book.

Albeit all the beautiful landscapes, day one spent with heavy heart and dissapointment.

Posted in Favorite things, Places, Travel

First time after Five Months : Penrith-Lake District

As UK travel ban lifted and hospitality bussines started reopening last week, also following the advice from RCOA for his staff to have a break (also, Frederick Square staff needed some break too), we carefully chose the destination.

Lake District has been on my bucket list since it was Naomi and Danny first virtual dating place in Summer in London (again, it’s from a book). They described Lake District as one of the most beautiful places in England. It has list of many AONB places, An Area of Outstanding Natural Beauty. We picked Penrith as it is one of the towns to enter Lake District.

After five months, resuming traveling gives a whole different feeling. Couldn’t help feeling anxious, cautious, mostly because people here not really taking mask seriously. Luckily, mask is still compulsory in any public transportations. I am waiting for the time when not wearing mask can cause one a huge fine until vaccine is widely available.

But then, it also has one silver lining :

No more aisle seat and a chance to seat next to stranger for hours. Everyone should go by the window seat.

It was quite sad watching all the closed shops and the empty streets. Even a city as big as London, let alone the small cities. Some crowd seen in car park where people would go camping and trekking. It really took longer than expected for everything to recover. Hopefully, we would arrive there safe and sane, one day.

The view on the way to Penrith :

Posted in Places, Thoughts

Four Months in Four Minutes

After three months watching the whole world in pause, currently, in the fourth month after UK official lockdown, everything is trying to have slow recovery. Personally, for certain things, I don’t want them to return to the way they used to. Like sitting next close to stranger in public transport and the way school operates.

It could be one of the biggest changes in many ways of life that we have been through in the life time.

It’s almost impossible to just let all the things happened in the last four months being forgotten without a proper memoire.

Four months in four minutes to remind me that I once got through something as extraordinary as this pandemic period.

Luckily, in this city.

Lockdown in Rotherhithe.

New normal in London.

Posted in Books, Thoughts

True Privilege(s)

Among many words that being (ab)used often this year, privilege is one of them. As seen in current situations where inequalities happen everywhere, privilege becomes one of the keywords for the context.

According to Cambridge dictionary, privilege is an advantage that only one person or group of people has, usually because of their position or because they are rich. Most of the time, money is one of the strongest indicators of privilege and it’s true. Money might be not everything, but it surely makes things easier.

With money alone, the on-going pandemic even gives a clear line between those with privileges and those who arent. Those with savings and stable job could get through this hard time by surviving from home. Their life continues without so much struggles. But ones who are not as lucky, everyday might feel like a battle that should be fought hard in order to win. As lucky as I could be to be on the privileged side, I couldn’t help admiring those, in spite of their hard situation, keep thriving against all odds.

I have been realizing for some time that privilege comes in so many uncountable forms beyond money. Where you were born, who your parents (and later, your partner) are, a geographical place where you grow up, those were among given priveleges that one could have without effort since it’s all given. But, these past few months show that the true privileges are the intangibles of the tangibles. From my eyes, these are some examples of more real and needed privileges, or maybe kind of privileges that I want my daughter to have:

True privilege is not about how much money one has or earn, but the skill to know how to use it well, to achieve the goals and to give benefit to others.

True privilege is not about having good brain, but the ability to keep learning, trying, and not giving up when things get hard.

True privilege is not only about owning many things, but the ability and the willing to take care of it everyday.

True privilege is not living comfortably but having the adaptability skill to survive any situations.

True privilege is the ability to not taking things for granted, maintaining your health when you’re healthy, being conscious about what you do and your life, be grateful for everything that life has given to you.

True privilege is being mentally and physically healthy.

True privilege is knowing how much is enough based on your own standard not others and knowing your priorities and live accordingly.

True privilege is being able to be kind in this crazy world.

If those were summed up in one big picture, privilege is having the right mindset to live the life.

When I started my motherhood journey, the greatest unseen privilege that I have is : having choices. One should know how priceless it is. Tracing the dots back, having choices in the future was the result of the what focus on doing hard times one chose (or being chosen) in the past. I couldn’t help remembering one of James Clear’s quotes :

The Paradox of Freedom:

The way to expand your freedom is to narrow your focus.

Stay focused on saving to achieve financial freedom.

Stay focused on training to achieve physical freedom.

Stay focused on learning to achieve intellectual freedom.

What I realized after being a mother, such privileges are all earned. Not given. Through what? Through choosing the right courses in school life, as Prof Christensen said in How to Measure Your Life. Not until I became a mother then I knew that those hard times I had been through would give me easier path in the future. Not until I had my own child, those hard times were so much harder on the mother’s side than the child’s.

Giving your child hard times is ten times harder than experiencing them by yourself. It takes a lot of courage, commitment, stubborness, and heart made of steel to make and watch your child ‘suffer’, for good. Giving them hard times take the right treatment since you need to be fully present and supportive. Telling them to do something is not enough. You as parents, need to walk the talk. You need to keep learning on how to make and help them survive the hard times, without having unwanted damage.

Bloody hard works.

I was too afraid to imagine what I would become of if my parents didnt work hard and had strong heart to keep me stick with those challenging times. Been watching many examples and result if the parents takes the easy way. The price that the child should pay sometimes is too hard to handle.

The question is how to pass these privileges? Tracing back once again from my own experience, building privileges starts from building a good foundation, which is good characters. And good characters are the result of good habits built from early years. It’s a long term full time job. It’s tiring and exhausting. Countless time to resist the urge to quit, countless time to fall, stop, and breaks, then stand up once again.

The result of good habits built for years could only be visible in the long run. That makes many fail because we basically always want an instant result.

As James Clear wrote in Atomic Habits,

Habit

Progress

Outcome

Habit becomes character.

Character becomes one of most precious privileges.

More hardworks in future years and long way to go to create and pass as many as privileges to the next generation.

Because why not?

Life is never getting easy.

And, James Clear’s Atomic Habits is clearly one of the most important books to read in its category.

8 July 2020

(Updated) : Just listened to this and I couldn’t believe one of the best blogger whose writing I’ve been enjoying a lot since a long time said the very same idea about privilege in minute 42.

“The truest form of privilege is having the right mindset”.

Posted in Thoughts

After 30 Years

I have been watching the doctor rooting for the club for 18 years (out of 22 years).

I’ve been witnessing how the mood could very much affected by the match result. That high school silly boy.

I have been listening to his (frustrating, exciting) rants for so many times.

Once listened to his almost two hours whinning when Torres moved to another club through international roaming phone calls (scary).

Once accompanied him watching the club play at GBK until late night when they visited Jakarta few years ago.

Twice accompanied him to Anfield. The first time for appetizer and warming up, the second time for main course, singing the anthem with the other birds that flocked together. Maybe the third time needed for the sweet dessert?

Not a fan of the club, but, watching their journey for years, step by step, progress by progress, it’s unimaginable to finally see the end of 30 years of waiting.

2015/16: 7th rank EPL + Final UEL + Final League Cup

2016/17: 4th rank EPL

2017/18: 4th rank EPL + Final UCL

2018/19: 2nd rank EPL + Champions UCL + Champions Super Cup + Champions Club World Cup

2019/20: Champions EPL

One thing about this, you can hate the club, but you can’t help falling for the Klopp. They can start building Klopp statue in front of the main gate. He deserves it.

Look at him being humble here. Giving credit to everyone but himself.
https://twitter.com/i/events/1276246091868934146?s=20

Everything will fall into its place when its about the time. They have all the right things to deserve the trophy.

The right attitude.
The right coach.
The right team.
The highest score with the biggest difference with the runner up.
The earliest to win the title.

Above all those winning points, yet, they have the most quiet celebration in EPL history after postponing the league for 13 weeks due to the pandemic.

From James Clear,

“You always hold the rights to your effort, but never to your results.

Results are entitled to no one. At best, they are on loan and must be renewed each day.

All you own is the right to try.”

Congratulations for the Champion of England title, Lads.

Posted in Places, Thoughts

Summer Time

Summer is here. My least favorite season of the year, which for some people it’s the most enjoyable period when the day is long, sun is out, and it’s holiday.

The toughest part of summer is the praying schedule. Having subuh as early as 2.40 and isya as late as 10.43 is quite hard. But, it will slowly getting better. The temperature keeps rising for the last few days and it reached 30 celcius for these two days. The weather seems sending the signal to the body and mind to remind that they will soon deal with such temperature again. Yes, the end of this long holiday is near.

More and deeeper rants about that later.

As summer comes and curve flatenned, the UK government has announced another stage of easing lockdown yesterday. Start from 4th July, almost every bussiness could reopen their door. Hairdresser, library, children playground, pubs, museums, galleries, hotel, campsite, and dine in restaurant. After three months, it’s nervously excited to have all those things back.

Resuming holiday still takes lots of doubt. Because things will never be the same again after this. The anxiety is still bigger than the excitement. It feels like torn between keep being safe at home just like what we have for these three months and the longing for being in a new place once again.

While the other countries have started to slowly enjoy old normal life, Indonesia forced itself to join the crowd when more cases are available. Still, the shameless government keeps doing NOTHING significant to improve the situation. Three months have passed without any clear strategies.

Have I told you lately that we’re hopeless? I have and will be telling that again and again. It’s heart-wrenching knowing that going back to the place with stupid, ignorant, useless government is unavoidable.

Six out of twelve months have passed. Hopefully things will get better in the next six months.

Greeting Hello Summer with soft whisper and loud prayer.

Trafalgar Square today : never would imagine sunny summer day in London to be this empty
Posted in Books

The Passings

Rarely concerned and made loud buzzing about stranger’s death unless it’s someone whose works deeply touched and enjoyed by heart and mind.

I found out Clayton Christensen passing in January recently and today, I found about the passing of Anders Ericsson two days ago.

Both are psychological book writers whose works I really admire.

Prof Christensen is Harvard Bussiness School professor who wrote How to Measure Your Life. His book was neatly and systematically written. He explained how bussiness theories are also applicable to other settings in life such as marriage, parenting and career. I borrowed his book from the library and had been renewing it for 20 times, because I wanted to keep reading it.

Anders Ericsson is Swedish Psychologist who had been studying about expertise for 30 years. His book, ‘Peak’, explained that an expert is never born, they are always made. Through the years of practice, to be spesific, deliberate practice. Many examples written is so entertaining until you will believe, there’s almost nothing that you can’t do, if you set your whole mind, body, time and energy to master something.

Thank you for such great works.

May you both rest in peace.