07 June 2016

Travelokz: JKT

About two weeks ago, I went to the land of shortforms - Jakarta, Indonesia. Indonesians sure have a thing with shortening names of things like WarBit for Warung Cubit, NasGor for Nasi Goreng and Polsek for Polis Sektor. Anyway, it was quite a brief trip but it is really meaningful to me and you can see why from this hastily edited video:



Now sure these are just snippets because I made this using a free video app hehehe. I have yet to install a proper video editor in my laptop so let's hope I could have the proper one before my next trip in July!

So my new roommate and I went to Jakarta to attend his friend's wedding but let's start from the beginning. 

Departure photo captured by this Hand McShaky fella beside me zzz
We arrived in Jakarta that Thursday night and headed straight to our AirBnB apartment. The apartment is in Pancoran Riverside and Margaret's housekeeper greeted us there. I thought I could finally rest but my roommate here discovered that his wallet was missing. Hence, we began our journey next morning by reporting about the missing wallet to the police folks (hence how we discovered what Polsek stands for) and cancelling credit/debit cards and calling the cab company to trace the wallet.

Macet: that's Indonesian word for heavy traffic 
The traffic in Jakarta was no kidding. We travelled mostly by GrabCar and Uber around the city. Lokman said, he wouldn't ever drive in Jakarta even if someone gives him a Mercedes to drive there. It is pointless to ask me to drive here because I have always preferred not to drive anywhere. Hehe.

Anyway, these photos (above and below) were taken near Kalibata police station. We walked around to find shops that sell either sim cards or batik dresses. We found neither (but they do sell pets and photo frames and leathers by the roadside, how odd/cool is that?) and decided to head to the nearest shopping mall: Kota Kasablanka. 


Lunch at Old Town White Coffee, Kota Kasablanka
We didn't take much photos inside the mall because it looks a lot similar like Pavilion Mall in Malaysia. But we were surprised because the security check was rather strict. Other than that, we tried to find a cinema here to experience watching movies like a local. They don't have that, or maybe we couldn't find it yet they do have swimming pool at the gym upstairs. Haha!

Lokman scored a new pair of sandals from Eiger because he lost his previous one before our wedding. He hadn't stopped talking about how he wanted to get a new one in Indonesia so I forced him to buy one regardless of the price so he would stop talking about it. Also, we got our local sim card here so that's one thing off the list. We then headed straight to the apartment to settle phone calls with his banks.

Solemnization ceremony at Grand Sahid Jaya Hotel

The solemnization of Lokman's university friend was held at Grand Sahid Jaya that Saturday morning. It was our first time experiencing Indonesian wedding so pardon the excitement! The ceremony was elaborative: there was akad (of course), Al-Quran recitations by the bride and groom, feet-washing ceremony and others. I couldn't watch up close because I am not a family member but it's nice enough to be given the chance to watch from where I stood here.

After the ceremony, we went to Tanah Abang to find our dresses for the reception that night. Both of us completely forgot that there were two separate events and we brought only one attire. Regardless, it was a good excuse for us to shop for new batik dresses and shirts!

Random hawker from the roadside

Long walk away from Tanah Abang to get a GrabCar
We didn't take pictures at Tanah Abang because there were A LOT of people. We swam through a sea of human beings to get our stuffs and quickly left the place because it was about to rain plus rain equals to worse macet. So yeah, we walked like two kilometres away from Tanah Abang to get a GrabCar because the traffic near the place was the worst one everrr.

Later that night, the groom's friends who lived near our apartment gave us a lift to the hotel. We chatted on our way. They are also newly-wedded for around two months or so and I asked them to recommend us some local eateries. The wife suggested us to explore Tebet and the husband took us through Tebet road to show us the places on our way back home after the reception.

Anyway, here are the photos of the reception:

Group photo with UTP folks (find me if you can!)

Photo credit to Wanjes: The bride and groom entering the hall

The performers with wedding hosts
One of the huge congratulatory cards made of fresh flowers
The wedding was held in the same hotel and it was truly joyous and merry. We had such a great time and there was so many food! My roommate and I, of course, we tried everything. Every food that they served... well, except for this one food we missed because our tummy just had enough with all the lambs and satay and nasi berlauk and mushroom soup with pastry top and cakes and the list goes on.

Nevertheless, we had quite the cultural shock because the seats were limited. By limited, I mean there were like twenty seats but hundreds of guests. Thus, most of us had to eat while standing which is actually okay... except that the plates were a wee bit too heavy especially with all the food we dumped into each of the plates. Sure they laid out few tables but most of guests just held their plates and ate as usual. The locals seemed to be doing okay, so I figured - let's do like the locals do! 

The following day was our final full day in Jakarta. So we planned to head to Monumen Nasional (MoNas) in the evening and Tebet after sunset.

The crowd at MoNas 
It was a fine evening and there was quite the crowd around the National Monument. We saw locals picnicking and taking pictures and playing kites around the area. There were families, couples, tourists and many others around here. Like a true tourist, we took pictures and videos here then head straight to the ticketing counter to get into the mini museum. The monument holds huge ass sculptures on the walls inside and plenty of dioramas to tell the recorded history of Indonesia.

A cat lepaking near the sculptures

Garuda bird: Indonesian national emblem
After the full tour around MoNas, we began our food journey at the nearby food court. We ordered fresh coconut drink and ayam penyet. To be honest, the ayam penyet didn't impress me and I prefer the ones from Pecel Lele, Padang Jawa here in Klang. But I was hungry from all the walks so sure it probably tasted just as great.

Coconut drink and ayam penyet from MoNas food court
Our GrabCar driver drove us from MoNas and dropped us in front of Martabak Boss, the first stall in Tebet recommended by our local friends last night. We ordered one to-go and I have no idea who was Lokman trying to feed when we ordered a large one. Also, when I saw the workd martabak, I thought it would look like Malaysian murtabak made of dough and normally filled with chicken/beef curry. Only here, Indonesian martabak looks similar like Malaysian apam balik and the one we ordered was filled with chocolate rice and cheese. It tasted nice but too huge for me.

Martabak Boss, Tebet: Chocolate and cheese
Then, we walked through the road and stopped by Eat Happens to get Cendol for Lokman and Cendol Duren for me (because this loser doesn't consume durian products, only durians zzz). Their Cendol Duren was nice and it was packed in a plastic sealed cup with huge straw. I took it home because the cup was large.

A shaky picture in front of a sushi restaurant in Tebet
We walked further until we found NasGor (NASi GOReng/fried rice). Our local friends explained that the restaurant sells wide variety of rice/fried rice with multiple levels of spiciness to choose from. Just look at this menu:



We brought our food home and ate in front of the TV while watching Asians Next Top Model (mind you we don't even watch TV at home!). Lokman ordered Nasi Goreng Kambing level Menenangkan and I ordered Nasi Ayam Penyet. I don't know what level is my Ayam Penyet but I can assure you it felt like level Mematikan! And it defeated my high endurance towards spicy food. But overall, it was nice and I loveeee all the food.

Later we packed, slept and headed straight to the airport next morning to return to Malaysia. Also, Lokman's friend who had been in touch with the cab company we first took when we arrived in Jakarta told us that his wallet was found but it was in another district. We couldn't get to that district in fear that we would miss our flight home. But thank you, Raldi, for collecting his wallet and handed it to a friend who was returning to Malaysia few weeks later.


So, I think I have written so much for someone who has not been updating her blog for almost half a year. Basically, I am just too lazy to wrap this one up. Also, pardon me for writing this like a lame school essay because I am really just here out of spite trying to procrastinate and avoid doing my assignments. And sure because Hawa kept telling me to document my little journey here (so here's for you, woman!)

Let's hope I have more to write (and post!) once my final semester is done! Also, seriously, I could only write this long now because I successfully submitted my final draft of thesis last week. Hehehe.


30 December 2015

lawfully wedded

Today is my birthday. 24th.
I am lying on the bed as I am typing these down. The bed isn't mine, neither the pillows. But the blanket is mine and I have had it since 2001. Other than that, everything else belongs to the man currently lying on his front by my side.
The man just chuckled from something hilarious (I suppose) he read from a football's website. He was having trouble with his phone so he had to use the laptop for football updates. He has been at it for the past half an hour.
I am in this man's room. I have been in this man's room for the past week. I have slept in his bed and he has slept in mine.
To be honest, I still have hard time waking up trying to make sense on what's going on why is there a man in my bed why am I in someone else's bed. And it snaps out when I am able to tell myself,



"Woman, you're married."

17 November 2015

massive changes

Hello. I am out limbs trying to juggle wedding preparation and my Masters.
I got engaged six weeks ago.
I am getting married in the next five weeks - plus minus.



I cannot write more because I had just deleted four whiny posts...
because I am not YET in the place to complain.

All I want is to be happy and because I have chosen that,
I also chose not to care about your petty opinions of me and my family.
No one has time for that.



Thank you very much. Good day.

22 June 2015

petty changes


Us human are bound to changes.
It would be a lie if I have never accused him of 'changing'. And after long considerations, I found myself rather dumb to expect him to never change.
Good thing I am able to embrace changes now - it is inevitable, no matter how hard you argue with someone for whatever 'changes' that you see in your eyes.

Take these for instance:

Back then when we were both studying, I would have him as company as we both struggle with our assignments together but in separate places.
Now I am struggling alone late at night as he sleeps and reenergizes for work tomorrow.
Back then we could have endless conversation and late night pillow talks when we can.
Now my assignments are heavier and I work hours to juggle between one and another as he gets his good night sleeps on weekdays.
Back then I could simply go north and visit him to escape the reality.
Now we are both tied to reality as we patiently wait for the time to escape.


There are things that are bound to change and things that simply don't.
Thus regardless of all these, I am still deeply in love with you.
And I have yet to understand how and why.

19 June 2015

a eulogy

"Funerals are not for the dead. They’re for the living." 
- Hazel Grace, The Fault in Our Stars


"Don't pity the dead. Pity the living, and above all, those who live without love." 
- Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows

"Death ends a life, not a relationship."
- Mitch Albom, Tuesdays with Morrie


I am no longer surprised that I actually have read too many books about death. One time, I told Lokman about my weakness. And now, I am going to tell you the exact same thing. I often feel that it is rather easy for me to grab any word that I want and arrange them to make them sound beautiful or, better yet, more accurate. However, I can never ever in my whole entire life - even after five years of studying language - that I am able to put together a string of words to express sympathy.

My darling baby feline died yesterday approximately, 18th June 2015; 1st Ramadhan 1436.
She was last seen catching a frog early AM when my mother and sister were about to head to school. And she hadn't returned since, not for lunch nor for dinner. She loved her tuna - that is one thing we can all agree.

This morning, 19th June 2015, I woke up and showered feeling already burdened with thoughts of the missing fellow. So I got dressed and walked out in pursuit to find her. Within 10 minutes of searching, 
I found her under her favourite tree. 
The wind was blowing so I could see her fur waving about. She had ants and bugs around her but she looked like she was just sleeping - except that her face was facing the ground. 
I couldn't see her face and I am still glad I couldn't. 
I can't possibly imagine myself howling and probably fainting if I could see the look on her face.

My family agreed that she would be the last cat until we moved out of this house.
Thus why we refused to adopt any other stray cats since there are no one at home to look after them.

Donghae is what my family called her and mostly I address her as Aci or Bibijo. 
She was an independent cat yet super affectionate.
Three years ago, my sister's friend wanted to adopt a kitten so we took Bibijo from my mom's friend and kept her in our house. My sister's friend suddenly decided that he couldn't take the baby kitten. 
So from there on we adopted, kept and raised her. 

She was pregnant twice. Her first pregnancy was like teen pregnancy. Many of her babies couldn't survive and the surviving ones were given away because she couldn't manage them. Her second pregnancy was more matured and only a single baby - we named Baby D. But Baby D left us after a year and hadn't returned since. Finally there was only Bibijo and we decided to keep her as the last cat of the family. To avoid her from feeling unwanted, we never adopted any other cats. 



Bibijo stayed with us until the end.
She died within the compound of our house.
She was exceptionally loyal to us - always bring home presents and always greet us when we return home.
She was exceptionally affectionate - she sleeps with us and play with us and make the cute gestures or whatever.
She was exceptionally a good cat. The best company. Like the youngest child of this family.

Few days ago, I had in mind of how to dress her for my wedding.
And now those thoughts haunt me.

I do not expect any words of sympathy from anyone. Because I know there is no word for it.
To some of you, this maybe just a cat. To me, she is my sister and housemate. My darling.

I am glad to be the one who found you though it broke my heart terribly.
I am glad that you looked peaceful in your last moments.
I am glad you are gone in good terms.

I love you dearly. Goodnight, baby.