• Manchester and London Trip: April 2024

    Manchester and London Trip: April 2024

    So. I know I was mightily late for this, but to be fair, I was on sabbatical: 3-month of paid leave (sabbatical) from April to June. A perk given to Automatticians when they have worked with the company for 5 years. Trust me, I avoided opening wordpress.com during those three months, because that’s what you get when you are working for a product that you also using in personal life, hahah. I really don’t want to be reminded of work.

    (I did peek several times and pleasantly surprised seeing the editor UX/UI changes. Good job, team!)

    So! The trip. Back in March, my sister-in-law married in London, and due to time and fee constraints, only Ari visited. That said, we (Ari, me, and the kids) visited them on the next month: April.

    One thing for sure: Never trust the weather in the UK — This is something that my fellow UKmatticians have warned me about, but I never thought about it seriously because:

    1. “Come on, it’s April. It should be Spring, right?”
    2. Ari told me that the weather! Was! Great! In! March! It! Was! Sunshine! All! Around!

    And these, friends, are two reasons why you don’t trust Q1 of the year. You know what? Don’t trust the seasons. Climate change is real.

    Manchester is located in the northern part of the island, and gosh dangit, it feels like the wind is cackling as it breezes through my ears. I never thought I could curse the weather even more than the ones in Denver (IT WAS OCTOBER. IN DENVER. LIKE. WHY.). To remind you all here, I hissed at the hotel’s automatic door as it opened, bringing inside a gust of Denver’s icy cold wind into the lobby, when a USmattician who happened to be a local Colorado walked up and said hi to me while wearing baggy knee-length shorts.

    Despite the wind, I freaking love Manchester. The city is vibrant, thanks to dozens of universities and colleges there, with international students and people bringing their cultures and colors. Thanks to that, the city is not lost in having some of the best traditional food, lovingly brought by people coming to the UK. Go to The Piccadilly Street Food Market, and you can find one of the best palak paneer there. I really love seeing the red brick buildings (I also noticed the same thing in Denver) — and I love how it seems like it has become a “norm” in cold cities to have red brick buildings. The warm color of red gives such a beautiful contrast and warmth to the surroundings.

    “Right now, I am finding life quite difficult. If you are too, just know you are not alone.”

    Another favorite part of Manchester is their city mascot: WORKER BEES! I love bees, and at first, I thought the bee was the mascot of our hotel because I kept seeing the bees around the hotel (we stayed in the Holiday Inn), but my confusion and curiosity grew as I saw the bees even far from the hotel. A quick Google search informed me that Manchester has set bees as their mascot since 1842.

    During our time in Manchester, we visited Old Trafford and took a stadium tour. Even as a non-Manchester United fan (cue my husband gasping in horror here), I found the tour really fun and educational.

    All smiles in front of the Old Trafford

    After Old Trafford, we also visited Manchester’s Science & Industry Museum. Manchester was one of the forerunners of the Industrial Revolution, and I love how the city simultaneously felt the pride and acknowledged the effect of the Industrial Revolution on places outside the UK and colonialization. In fact, I think Manchester deeply felt that — the richness and advancements they had and enjoyed were at the cost of other nations and tribes, and they took great care and pride in acknowledging it and put the credits where it’s due.

    Like, how many museums do you think would be so openly talk about slavery, how it affected their country’s wealth, and at the same time, causing pain to others?

    Next to that sign was this exhibit, and on the paper displayed there, you can see the list of cotton plantation slaves to sell at that time (1855.) Yes, you read it right. It’s as if the museum wanted everyone to take a hard look at themselves, technological advancement, and its cost to humanity and nations across the globe. I remember a couple of girls standing next to me in front of this exhibit, and as they read the list, they gasped and exclaimed, “It’s as if these people were cattle! This is so wrong!”

    We need more museums like Science Museums group ✨

    We also made an impromptu visit to Manchester Art Gallery. Like the Science & Industry Museum, the Manchester Art Gallery has been vocal in voicing out displaced people’s fight to live, people of color, women, and minorities’ rights.

    I legit yelped, “WHAT DO YOU MEAN A REGISTERED NURSE IS “LOW SKILLED”?” when I saw this

    It was only in February that those now hailed as “key workers” were labelled as “low skilled” or “unskilled” by Home Secretary Priti Patel – something that Manchester designer Craig Oldham has highlighted in a new poster that celebrates their contribution to society, not just during the Covid-19 crisis but in future, too. — Designer Craig Oldham creates a typographic poster to show solidarity with ‘key workers’

    The gallery also holds some classic works, and one of my favorites is this:

    More about the painting “Katherine of Aragon and the Cardinals” can be read here

    On the exhibit information card:

    Here we see the English and Papal Cardinals threatening her with the disgrace of a public trial if she did not consent to a divorce. Katherine was a staunch Catholic and would not agree. In order for Henry to get his way and remarry, the Protestant Church of England was established, causing centuries of religious turbulence.

    I just love Katherine’s face here, like, ugh, you go girl.

    Speaking about Manchester, who could forget Alan Turing Memorial? I found it really poignant to have the statue of Alan Turing sitting in the middle of a quiet small park in the Gay Village. You would love it, Alan Turing, sir.

    After Manchester, we headed to London by train. It was a 2-hour train ride, and I was in awe seeing the landscapes changed from cities to villages to green pastures, then back to cities.

    Remember what I said about unpredictable weather? Yes, Manchester was pretty moody — in a sense that yes, we did have some sunny days, but expect rain and drizzles at 4 PM.

    London? London was that emotional friend with a pint of ice cream, Netflix, and a rant how their ex is horrible.

    It was a glorious day when we visited the Big Ben and the Thames.

    Then, as we walked, Rey quipped, “mom, is that… Ice?”

    “Huh?”

    Plink.

    Plonk.

    Plonk.

    It was a hail. I know what hail is, I even heard stories on how some cities in Indonesia got hail despite our location as a tropical country. But dang it, a hail? In April? In London?

    We ran to shelter ourselves from the hail, and as if it never happened, in just mere minutes, the hail stopped and the sun came back out.

    As Ari crossed “Old Trafford” from his bucket list, I, too, crossed an item from my list.

    Sherlock Holmes Museum.

    I won’t say much on this. Let’s just say it was 29 years of dream. Sobbing and crying in the corner.

    (Yes, I set the image to be wide width, with border AND shadow just because. If I could add confetti and sparkles that pop off and glitter whenever you scroll this image, I would.)

    We also visited Science Museum in London, and just like its counterpart in Manchester, Science Museum in London showcase the importance of diversity, inclusivity, and knowing where we came from and how we achieve things up to this point.

    The museum also had a special exhibition dedicated to the development of game industry: Power Up! In it, we can see how game consoles developed, even playing it!

    … it was the golden era of TV sales…

    Since the museum is located in the Exhibition Road where there are multiple galleries and museums located, we also took the chance to visit Natural History Museum. You can see a statue of Darwin on the top of the staircase, welcoming the visitors.

    I also visited Victoria & Albert (V&A) Gallery nearby. I said “I” because the kids and Ari went back to Science Museum since Wira wanted to buy some stuff from the museum store. Museum store is our Achilles’ heel.

    In the gallery, I was so surprised to see an old friend of mine.

    I’m familiar with the bust of Helen of Troy above. When I was a child, I had this encyclopedia book on legends and myths, and there was this picture of Helen of Troy, this exact same bust, with a caption: “The face that launched a thousand ships”. I remember I looked at the picture and thought she looked so pretty, especially with the nose, and wondered how she felt during the Trojan War.

    When I saw her on the gallery, I abruptly went, “hey girl!” It feels weird, to feel so familiar yet so strange of something.

    Some of my favorites too:

    On the left, “Truth and Falsehood”.

    Here, Truth tears out the double tongue of Falsehood and pushes aside the mask concealing his grotesque features. His serpent-like tails are exposed beneath the drapery.

    On the right, “Valour and Cowardice”. Both of them are a set, made by Alfred Stevens (1817-75), for the Duke of Wellington. As the info card mentioned, “… Stevens devoted much of his career to this monument but sadly did not live to see it installed.”

    Another one here might be familiar to fans of Greek mythology.

    “The Rape of Proserpina” (a.k.a. Persephone). On the info card, the names mentioned are Pluto and Proserpina since the reference is Roman mythology — while in the Greek mythology, it’s Hades and Persephone.

    I also found an exhibit that, for me, super interesting as it shows how an artist is affected by their current culture and background (and there was no Google at that time! It was hard to find out what happened on the other side of the world, let alone hundred of years ago!)

    This is a part, yes, a part, because the actual exhibit/trapestry is HUGE. The exhibit is titled “Tapestry from a set of showing the Trojan War”. Now, with our current knowledge of Greece and Trojan at that time, we might able to say, “oh wow, the people in the tapestry looked so European!” That said, it’s also interesting to note that, as the info card mentioned:

    The popularity of the story is largely because rulers and noblemen saw the characters and their deeds as models for their own behaviour. The sumptuous 15th-century costumes worn by the figures in the tapestry emphasise this sense of identification.

    (Although honestly, had three ladies came to me and asked, “Who’s the fairest?” I would nope-ed the hell out of it ASAP.)

    Other than museums, we also took a stroll in parks. We checked the weather app closely during our trip to ensure we visited the parks when the weather was great, hahah. Just like how I got the honor of seeing the season change when I was in Sapporo in autumn, I, too, had the honor of seeing spring flowers blooming to welcome the Spring.

    We also took a stroll in the Covent Garden and the Theatre District.

    We closed the trip to another visit to Hyde Park (yes, we visited this park multiple times. This park is so pretty!)

    Thank you, Manchester and London. Also, please follow Dean Franklin on Instagram (deanfranklinmusic), he sang Coldplay’s “Yellow” here.


  • Soracchi and Sora-yan

    Soracchi and Sora-yan

    TIL (Today I Learned) Soracchi, a mascot for All Nippon Airways (ANA) and LINE messaging app (by Naver.)

    Source

    Not to be confused with Sora-yan, Osaka International Airport’s mascot — yes, both Soracchi and Sora-yan are Japanese.

    Source

    “Sora” means “sky” in Japanese.


  • Life update and Bandung trip

    Life update and Bandung trip

    It has been, like… 3 weeks (?) after my last post of having hospitalized due to an accident, and I can say that I’m recovering. I’m pretty happy with the progress, although I must admit there are some aspects that I have strong opinions on.

    First is the cane. The walking cane. Or stick. Whatever. The walking cane was a two-edged sword. I enjoyed VIP treatments thanks to the walking stick. People looked at me with worry on oh how this young person (39 years old) needed a walking stick already, and it felt like Prophet Moses, you know? You walked, and the crowds in front of you dispersed to give you way.

    (I still haven’t got the chance to go Gandalf-mode, though.)

    The annoying side is how walking cane can be really restrictive. I’m clumsy, and I almost tripped on my feet and cane multiple times. I admit it was a great relief when I managed to walk with my own two feet and no walking cane involved.

    Second is wound recovery, which means that you are recovering, hey, that’s great, but with wound recovery comes The Itch. That terrible, eating-you-from-the-inside, you-want-to-crawl-back-inside-you-and-scratch-it itch. Especially when I had to wear a wound bandage, and I had to hold myself not scratching it to avoid messing the bandage.

    Also, if anyone wondering, it hurts more when sitting than standing.

    Anyway! Things are waaaay better now, and I’m glad. Also, I went to Bandung last week. We had a long weekend, and Ari attended his campus reunion in Bandung. We stayed in Kartika Lodge, a B&B located on coffee plantations (they also produced their own coffee!) owned by our dear friends Aldo and Alfa. We also met with The Babybirds: Ing, Nyanya, Rinjani, and Gili.

    I also recorded the trip using my Insta360 Go, but I have yet to find the motivation to edit the video. I will share it on this blog when I finish editing and uploading.

    In case you are planning to go to Bandung and stay in Kartika Lodge, you can contact them on their Instagram: @kartikalodge and check their location:


  • How was my weekend?

    How was my weekend?

    My husband called it a “freak accident”. We were on our way to our usual cafe in the Bangsar area when I slipped and fell — and somehow, even up to today, I didn’t know what made me slipped and fell. Whenever people asked, my answer has always been: “I walked, I fell… et voila!

    Everything was alright except my right knee. My knee was cut open, leaving a huge gnash. Interestingly, though, my pants are alright. It felt like something specifically “attacked” my knee 😅

    Anyway! We went to the ER and the medical team decided that considering how huge the wound was, they need an orthopaedic to work on the wound with me under general anaesthesia.

    I had to stay in the ER section for a couple of hours while the admins are getting me a room/ward. At first, we thought we could get me to the surgery room ASAP, but then since the doctor was not ready yet, I got my lunch.

    I’m generally okay with everything. I didn’t suffer any wounds or bruises on any other areas of my body (like I said, only the right knee took the cut ?) and I could still respond to everything. What I hated most was: The IV. And the blood test. I hate syringes. With all my might. I asked the staff, “the one that got hurt is my knee but why do I have to wear IV too? 🗿” They explained to me that the IV is to keep me hydrated and to make it easier for them to administer medicine — which, it hurts like hell.

    My mortal enemy

    Come afternoon, I got moved to my room. It was 30 minutes later when the nurse entered and commented, “if you want, we can do the surgery right now,” which… hell yeah.

    I got rolled down to the surgery room and they gave me the anaesthetic — BEST SLEEP EVER.

    I got woken up from a sleep that felt just like 5 minutes, and got wheeled up again to my room and I spent the next 2-3 hours sleeping. I finally gained full consciousness at 10 PM, and I spent time scrolling Tiktok and IG Reels until 2:30 AM.

    On the next day, I had a visit to the doctor/orthopaedic and he informed me that I’m terribly lucky. “Your knee only suffer from the wound. Your tendons are all alright.” According to him, I should be alright after 2-3 weeks ? The only problem is that I couldn’t do my usual exercise for the duration of my recovery — oh well, see you later, cats.

    And now I’m home and I’m using this.

    I feel like Ian McKellen’s character (Sir Leigh Teabing) in “The Da Vinci Code” movie. “AH, ROBERT! WHAT BRINGS YOU HERE?!” 😆

    Hafiz suggested me something even way better.


  • The temple’s guardians. Sort of.

    The temple’s guardians. Sort of.

    Just like many buildings in Malaysia, our apartment has a Datuk gong shrine for the residents to pray. This is specific to Chinese descendants in Malaysia, Singapore, and Indonesia. Datuk gong results from cultural assimilations of Chinese Taoism and Malay Islam.

    And in front of the temple is this guardian.

    Sometimes there are a couple more chilling on top of the metal drawers.

    I named one of them “Sapi” (Cow)
    Morning annoyance

  • New project: Impromptu Journal

    New project: Impromptu Journal

    Several months ago, I mused the idea of having a blog/website where I collect and publish Q&A with my friends on many things. Some people say it’s “curiosity”; some Indonesians, Malaysians, and Singaporeans will call it “kay-poh.” Nevertheless, I am (hashtag) blessed with a circle of friends who are always ready and kindly answer my questions, from “How did you make your own noodles?” to “What made you pursue yoga professionally?”

    It was like… 2-3 days ago I mentioned the idea again on my Kakao Story, and my friends responded enthusiastically, “DO IT!” I guess they are okay with me pinging and sending them emails with half a billion questions.

    That said, please welcome Impromptu Journal.

    “But you rarely blog, and now you are doing this project–” Yeah yeah, shut up ?

    I’m planning to do this Sunday biweekly. I also plan to work on my habits. Biweekly for Impromptu Journal and biweekly for drawings (this blog.)

    That said, I always want to have that kind of “serious website/blog”, you know? And I feel that I now have something to aim for, and it makes me excited.


  • 39

    39

    A bit of (fun) fact about me: After 38-39 years, I realized I don’t really like cakes. Or at least, I can only have one small slice of cake or half of a cupcake.

    The same goes with other pastries. Either one portion only, or half of it. Or harass my husband so I can take a bite from his.

    Except for donuts.

    So two donuts with a candle on them is a perfection for me ❤️

    Here’s for more awesome years to come, for more happiness. And please no Covid what the heck two Covids for the past two years.

    Update: If you think I’m not going to flood this post with Animal Crossing screengrabs, you are wrong.

    I’m seriously happy we have Stitch, Filbert, and Ray-freaking-Mond at the party. These three are my favorite villagers.

    AND LOOK! BREWSTER SAID HAPPY BIRTHDAYYYYY!

    Also, serenaded by K.K., as usual…

    And I wholeheartedly agree with Raymond. I get cooler, wiser, and “more collectible”. LIMITED EDITION.

    I honestly thought that as I grow older, I will be more… Cynical about birthdays. I remember I was so emo about the whole thing when I was in university years, but then, I guess as you become older, you start to apply that c’est la vie-mindset, and just… YOLO, you know? To respect the time you had and will have, your experiences and adventures, and all the tears and smiles.

    To respect yourself.

    OK, Nintendo, can we change the “cake”-part to donut, please?

    The Doctor:
    “Who’s she?”

    Kazran Sardick:
    “Nobody important.”

    The Doctor:
    “Nobody important?

    Blimey, that’s amazing.

    You know, nine hundred years of time and space and I’ve never met anybody who wasn’t important before.”