Blond Moment

This is so random and not intended to undermine anyone, but I received an email today regarding a training which I will attend next July. The email is about the accommodations during the training which will be for one whole week. The office will provide us with hotel rooms and also dietary requirements from each participant. If we want the office to book us hotel room, we have to click on these buttons with dates written on it. There are buttons for certain dates in August, instead of July. Not long after, the sender of the email sent us a follow up email saying that:

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Yes, she said that she had a blond moment. I think it’s a kind of european joke, or maybe not. Oh well, I just hope that she is really blond, since I have never seen the face, and then it will be funny :-)

Me Riding Bicycle in The Netherlands

Since the beginning of the year 2012, I started to ride bicycle for a return journey from home to the office. This is not a sporty thing since the distance traveled in total of at most 5 km, but usually around 4,4 km. I only passed 2 traffic lights and crossroads. There are several small intersections too but the neighborhood is not a crowded one, so it’s not a tiring journey.

My Bike and Accessories

I got my bicycle new, fresh from the store € 500. I did not buy it with the money from my own pocket. I bought it using the national fietsplan which aimed to en-bike (not a word) people or employees all over The Netherlands. It is a government laid plan which supported by many business or employers. It’s almost like the car lease plan, but this one is totally tax free but within a certain limit of amount. My office offered a total of € 750 for the whole bicycle package which includes the bike itself, accessories, and insurance. Yes, there is such thing called bicycle insurance and since I live in Amsterdam, the capitol and the city with the most population, it rife with bicycle theft. However, my bike package cost in total of € 740, so right on budget. Afterwards, I have three years contract to ‘pay’ for the bike: (1) if I resigned before 1 year, I have to pay 75% of the cost spent, (2) within 2 years then 50%, (3) within 3 years then 25%, (4) afterwards I can do whatever I want with my bike and my work and my money :-D

I also bought several accessories including the side bags, basket, baby front seat, and wind shield. When I explained this to one of my colleagues he responded: “so basically, you’ve got a mom’s bike” Yes, that’s what they call it here, Moederfiets, a bike with long and deep lines between the middle bars and the holding bars, and with longer back, so you can put side bags and children rear seat. But what I actually bought is called stadsfiets which loosely translated as city bike, so it is not set for a mountain bike or a race á la Tour de France. In my list of things to buy are bicycle helmet for babies.

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Bicycle Lanes

Now, about the ride itself. It is not just like you paddled your bike and cycle through the city in which ever lanes you like. The Netherlands provide special pathways for bicycle and if you follow the path through and through, you can manage to bike yourself to the northern most part of The Netherlands, and if you cycle the other way, you will get to the southern most part of it. This country is well-pathed for bicycle riders. So if you got a full 1-2 weeks free, you might have spent it touring the whole land of The Netherlands with your bike! Cool heh?

You must also follow the path directions. Now, this part I just learned. Once I went home in a midday, riding my bike. In an intersection, I met one of my colleagues crossing the roads from the parking  lot to the office. We exchanged greetings and have a little chat, and he suddenly said: “oh by the way, why are you cycling through the wrong path?” I said to him, “no, this is the bike path,” and he replied “you must be riding in the same direction with the car, especially if there are a path in each directions. If on a road there is only one bicycle path, then you can ride it in two directions, but usually there is a dotted line (to separate the direction)” Hah! This is true and I have seen people riding bike, crossing the roads or streets to get into the right direction. Just like driving cars.

Riding Safely

Another thing when riding bicycle is that you have to notice the traffic lights. There is a special traffic lights installed along with pedestrian traffic lights and the car also. For the bicycle and pedestrian lights, we have to manually push the buttons to make the red turn to green because the default is red. But there are also several lights which will turn red to green automatically. One thing for sure: pedestrian and bicycle lights are different. Sometimes when the bicycle lights turn green, the pedestrian still red. It also happened the way around. So, never followed the people, just follow the lights.

When making turns, we have to wave or straighten an arm depending on which side you will go: left arm for turning left, right for turning right. I still need to master and remember this, because mostly I just ride along the way and as long as no bike intersected, I just turn which way I want, but this is not the way I should have done it. I still need to balance myself for a small task such as correcting my glasses or scratching an itch. I see many people ride without hands, they can text or do anything else, but I believe those acts are dangerous.

To ensure safety, I have a back wheel lock installed on my bike. Well, it’s an attached accessory so it is already there when I bought the bike. I have a key which I need to put in to unlock and I need to take out to lock the wheel. There is also a chain lock. This lock is not necessary useful for a rather safe neighborhood, but you do need so if you are not sure about the safety. The best way is to put the chains through the front wheel and the middle bar and then lock it. It is even better if you managed to find a tree or a tall post to put the chains through. So whoever wants to snatch your bike, must as well snatch the post or the tree along. Or even the ground beneath them. So much of a Herculean task just to get one bike.

The thing which I do not favor is the fact that bicycle path is also accessible for scooter or motorbike, and a mini car. Super small car fit for only 1 person, looks so much like a joke, but they can run faster and might just side swept all the bikes in the same path. But the most dangerous ones are the scooter. They can run so fast and I think that is the nature of motorbike rider because they inhale so much lead produced by their own combustion, it affected their brains. It lower their brain’s IQ for real, so they become a real moron. Just want to speed without hitting the brakes. So much anger, I need to calm myself down…

Transportation

Lastly, riding bike here is transportable. You can take your bike on a metro, ferries, or trains. So it is basically a hop on, hop off, and ride on travel. But never try to take your bike into buses or trams. No space for bicycle there, besides those modes of transportation only reach within local distance, so the logic here is whatever reachable by bus, it is also reachable by bike. They will not allow you either, even when you carry your child in the bike. Actually, I made the conclusion of the last part myself, since I have never seen anyone try it.

Once you’re in another modes of transport, you must watch for special areas reserved for bike. You cannot just bring your bike right next to your seat. You can latch your bike into a special bike storage, or put it beside you next to the entrance/exit door. But then you must be right next to it since it might disturb the people coming in or out.

My next challenge is to ride my bike across the state. I want to try riding through if the weather permits.

Nina van de Creche

crèche : British . a day-care center; day nursery.

Sampai dengan minggu lalu, kami menitipkan Nina di daycare atau creche dari Senin hingga Jumat. Mulai minggu ini, kami hanya menitipkan Nina dari Senin hingga Kamis saja. Although we don’t like the arrangement, we have no other options. Membawa Au Pair akan terlalu merepotkan, harus kenal dulu dengan calon au pair, mesti mengatur keberangkatan, pasport, ijin tinggal, bla bla bla. Too much hassle. Lagipula au pair atau stay at home nanny, seperti yang biasa bekerja pada keluarga-keluarga di Indonesia, terutama Jakarta, tidak di-cover dengan tunjangan pemerintah. Thus, we have to pay full. Selain itu, membawa au pair juga harus mempertimbangkan perkembangan kejiwaan mereka, agar tidak homesick dan sebagainya.

So, creche it is. Nina sudah dititipkan di creche semenjak usia 3 bulan, jadi sampai sekarang kurang lebih sudah 8 bulan datang-pergi ke sana. Para leidsters atau carers nya sudah hampir saya kenali semua, dan mereka juga menyediakan menu Halal untuk muslim children. Orangtua dan para leidster yang muslim, juga saling mengucapkan “Assalamualaikum” antara satu sama lain. Well, we do live in Turks and Maroccans neighborhood, dan di seberang jalan ada dua toko serba ada Turki dan Maroko. Dan hampir semua restoran menyediakan menu Halal.

Karena sudah 8 bulan di sana, tentunya banyak anak-anak dari creche yang sama, yang kenal akan Nina. Salah satu leidster ada yang bilang bahwa nama Nina itu sangat mudah diingat apalagi sama teman-temannya di grup bayi 0-2 tahun. Awalnya saya hanya mengangguk saja, toh memang karena itu nama Nina kami pilih. Mudah diingat, menunjukkan jenis kelamin perempuan, dan bisa dieja dan ditulis dengan hampir semua bahasa atau alfabet yang ada di dunia. We hope her to be a jet-setting international person. Walaupun tidak secara literal, namun nama adalah doa.

Setelah beberapa waktu berjalan, banyak anak-anak yang lebih besar, memanggil-manggil Nina. Terutama ketika saya jemput sore hari, karena itulah giliran saya. Kadang ketika saya dan Nina beranjak keluar dari pintu, anak-anak yang lain akan mengatakan “dag, Nina.” Kali lain, giliran leidster yang berbeda yang mengatakan bahwa nama Nina mudah sekali untuk diingat dan banyak temannya yang mudah mengenali Nina. Sampai suatu hari, saya bertemu dengan salah satu orang tua yang bersiap pulang dengan putra dan putrinya yang dititipkan di creche yang sama. Putrinya yang kecil berteriak “Nina!” begitu melihat saya dan Nina sedang berjalan keluar (Nina duduk manis di dalam stroller) dan kakak laki-lakinya pun ikutan berteriak “Nina! Nina!” Saya pun melambaikan tangan ke mereka dan mengucapkan “fijne avond!” kepada ayah mereka.

Besoknya, lagi-lagi saya bertemu dengan mereka, tapi kali ini mereka naik mobil. Pas saya keluar pintu, saya melihat sang ayah sedang menutup pintu penumpang bagian belakang dan hendak memutar ke arah pintu pengendara. Dari dalam mobil, sang putri berteriak “Nina! Nina!” sambil menunjuk ke arah Nina. Saya hanya mengangguk dan tersenyum kepada sang ayah. Namun lagi-lagi Nina dipanggil. Akhirnya sang ayah membuka pintu penumpang dan menggendong anaknya. “Dat is Nina!” teriak anak perempuannya. Kakak laki-lakinya pun jadi ikut-ikutan berteriak “Nina!” Setelah berkenalan dan basa-basi sejenak, kami pun pulang ke rumah masing-masing.

Itu pertama kalinya saya ‘ngeh’ akan Nina dan teman-temannya. I mean, she is just a baby! Tapi memang, karena setiap hari ke creche maka kenal lah dia dengan banyak teman-teman sebaya. Beberapa waktu sesudahnya, kami sekeluarga pergi belanja mingguan dan tiba-tiba ada anak di dalam stroller yang mengenali Nina dan berkata ke Ibunya, “dat is de baby van de creche!” dan kami pun berbincang sejenak dengan ibunya. Pernah juga saya menjemput Nina dan saat memakaikan jaketnya, ada bayi yang bergumam “Nina” ke arah Nina sambil tersenyum. Umurnya hanya beda beberapa bulan saja dari Nina, dan sama-sama belum lancar berbicara. Ada satu lagi yang umurnya hampir 2 tahun dan sudah bisa mengucapkan kata benda dengan sangat jelas, dan dia memanggil “Nina!” dengan sangat kencang. Ayahnya bercerita kalau anaknya di rumah suka memanggil-manggil “Nina!” dan orang rumahnya bingung, “siapa Nina?” rupanya dia dari creche. Nina van de creche.

Setelah banyak yang memanggil Nina, saya heran sendiri, kenapa Nina tidak pernah berteriak atau memanggil balik? Apakah dia belum kenal akan wajah-wajah temannya, atau karena belum lancar bicara. Kemarin, ketika saya dan Nina pergi belanja, Nina saya dudukkan di tempat duduk bayi di trolley belanja. Ketika saya berbelok di salah satu alley, saya melihat ada trolley dan ada anak kecil duduk di dalamnya. Karena spacenya sempit, saya mesti lewat berdempetan dengan trolley tersebut. Tiba-tiba Nina berseru “hhaa hhaaa” sambil menunjuk ke trolley, anak kecil dalam trolley pun langsung menengok dan berteriak “Nina!”

Karena Nina banyak dikenal oleh teman-temannya, saya pun jadi ikut-ikutan dikenali. Pernah saya menyeberang jalan, sans Nina, di arah yang berlawanan ada bayi dalam stroller yang berteriak “Mama, dat is Mama van baby!” Yes, that is my name now, Mama van Baby. Mama van Nina.

images scr: KDV Groeiboerderij

Nationale Secretaressedag

So, yesterday 19 April 2012 was Netherlands’s Nationale Secretaressedag which is a national secretary day. It is celebrated annually and for 1 week all secretaries in the whole country will have lots of nice things and events held for them, and since it is for the secretary, I also believe that they were the ones who arranged those events as well. What should other colleagues do for the secretaries to thank them for all things they have done and all the lunch meetings or trainings and get-the-partner-to-sign-my-form actions, they have done for us? It is very common to give them gifts such as flowers. Flower bouquet is the ‘thing’ in The Netherlands. People really give it and it actually means so much for the giver and the receiver. Not only applicable for romance.

In the Business Unit where I work, we have 3 beautiful secretaries attending to whoever below Senior Manager level. SM and above, they have another set of three. Hm, when I think about it, the secretariats are always in the set of three secretaries. I have yet to see a male secretary, so far I only have seen female secretary. They held an event followed by a fashion show earlier this week, but the actual day of celebration is 19 April. Since we already seen several flowers in the secretary room, we decided to buy them candies, instead. Why? Because we think they are sweet. Ooww… Well, it’s because they already have flowers and the guys in my room wants to buy something they can also taste :-P So, we collect money and bought them a bag of Chupa chups, marshmellow and jelly mix, and Drops. Drop (pictured above) is a traditional Dutch sweets that was almost in a texture of jelly, but not really. It has a faint taste of aniseed or liquorice. I have tried once the ones with maiszetmeel (corn-based coagulant) but commonly they used gelatine as coagulant.

Browsing through the interweb, I found out that Nationale Secretaressedag in 19 April is celebrated in most northern European countries and also center. It derived from US version of the same day but it is celebrated every 25 April.  Hm, wonder if they have an analyst day or associates day too?

 

Free Baby Food at Ikea Amsterdam

To find what we love about Ikea is very easy. Cheap and stylish furniture and home appliances, is enough as the reason. Not to mention the interior ideas shown in their showroom and lots of other stuff that you never know you needed until you visit Ikea (not sure if this is actually a bad reason, though). For me, I will never go out of Ikea with just the items I have in my list, sometimes I even did not manage to find all items on the list. But, anyways, it will always be a pleasant visit there, no matter how old the showroom design had been displayed.

So, now, I even found more reasons to love Ikea. First, we made the Ikea Family card which entitle us to free coffee and tea (refill-able) and 10% discount (true story). Second, the Ikea lunch room also sells baby food (!) on an Olvarit-style glass jars and also variable from fruits, vegetables, and meat. They also prepare made from paper baby bibs and of course, antilop baby high chair in every corner of the lunch room. I presume they already there the whole time, I was just not paying attention. Since now I have a solid food eating 9-month old baby, I can see clearly now.

Third reason for loving Ikea is that by the time I got to the cashier, she asked me whether the baby food going to be eaten right away or later. I said now, and she said, well, it’s actually free if the lid is open. All of a sudden she (the cashier) reached for the baby food jar and open the lid. Just like that. And guess what? It is free!

I hope there’s nothing wrong with the food there, especially baby food. Because there’s no such thing as free lunch? Or now there is?

Parenting Leave (Ouderschapsverlof)

Starting April 1st, 2012, I will have a full day off of work. I will start the work routine which people here called as “part time.” It is part time actually, since I will only work 32 hours per week instead of my current full time term of 40 hours per week. I was just granted a special leave called the ouderschapsverlof or loosely translated as parenting leave. What is it exactly?

Well, it’s an unpaid leave thus my basic salary will be cut according to the percentage of hours I took for my leave. For instance, I took an 8 hours leave out of my full time of 40 hours per week. It means that my basic salary will be deducted 20% off. It is a government regulation so no company or employer can have a veto over this. This special leave is only granted to employee who has child(ren) under the age of 8 years old and is up to 50% of the one year full time term of the parents. The leave term can be taken all at once and can also be taken scattered around for one year.

The available options are: 1) take a whole 26 weeks continuous leave within one year, thus leaving the leftover 27 weeks as working days OR 2) take 16 hours of leave within a week. For option 2, the 16 hours can be taken as 2 days (in a row or not, choice is yours) or take 2/3 hours per day within a week. There is also an option to take the leave every other week, so every 2 weeks you have day(s) off. This can go on for as long as the parents wishes, but the child(ren) must be under 8 year old.

Besides the child’s age, the parents must be at least been working for the current company for 1 year. Well, I found out later that this is actually my office’s regulation, but geen probleem, since I already worked here for 1 year (already!) I cannot wait until the first Friday (I took my leave on every Friday) off so I can spend more time with my dearest little Nina. Yeaaay!

Thoughts: People around us

Having people around us (family. friends, colleagues, etc) brings constant comparison in our mind or out in the open. You will compare yourself to others, whatever it might be. You cannot escape comparing or being compared to by other people.

There’s no solution for comparing our lives to others. The grass is always greener on the other side. That’s how human beings are made of. We are vulnerable and always looking up instead of looking down, because that’s our instinct: to search for the best and to be the best or to beat the best.

The best way to deal with it is to adjust. Once your instinct try to compare your own self with others, look at it also in another dimension. Learn from the situation and deduce which particular thing exists in our life, needs adjustment. Your eating habit, work ethics, way of dressing, way of communication, driving skills, and so forth. The rule of this comparing game is simple: NEVER lose your self, NEVER lose your own identity.

Healthy Banana Cake

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Healthy karena menggunakan madu sebagai pengganti gula, yoghurt sebagai pengganti susu, dan mengganti 1/3 bagian tepung terigu putih dengan terigu gandum. So, yeah, basically a ‘just because’  kind of case =P

Kalau mau lebih healthy lagi, ganti telur utuh (putih + kuning/merah) hanya dengan menggunakan putih telur, namun jumlah bagian telur harus dikalikan 2 (1 telur utuh = 2 putih telur), dan juga ganti separuh (atau seluruh, tergantung selera, yang pasti rasa cake bakalan berubah) bagian mentega dengan minyak canola atau zaitun tanpa rasa (NO minyak goreng biasa!)

BTW cake ini jadinya moist dan lembut, jadi jangan takut kalau hasilnya kelihatan bantet atau kurang matang, karena ya memang begitu hasil yang seharusnya =)

Bahan:

  • 2 buah Pisang matang, puree dengan mixer atau garpu
  • 150 ml Yoghurt plain / naturel
  • 2 sdt Baking powder
  • 200 gr Self rising Flour
  • 100 gr Terigu whole wheat / gandum
  • 150 ml Madu
  • 2 butir Telur ayam ukuran sedang
  • 8 gr Vanili bubuk atau 1 sdt ekstrak Vanilla
  • 50 gr Mentega, lelehkan kemudian simpan pada suhu ruangan
  • Bubuk Cinnamon atau Speculaas
  • Mentega / margarin + terigu putih untuk mengoles loyang atau gunakan baking spray dan kertas roti
  • Icing sugar
Cara memasak:
  1. Panaskan oven pada suhu 200 celcius.
  2. Siapkan loyang, olesi dengan mentega / margarin atau baking spray, letakkan kertas roti di dasar loyang.
  3. Aduk Pisang, Yoghurt, Vanili, dan Baking powder di dalam baskom besar. Gunakan sendok atau mixer untuk mengocok.
  4. Kocok lepas telur, kemudian masukkan ke dalam adonan pisang, aduk rata.
  5. Campurkan madu dan mentega ke dalam adonan, aduk rata
  6. Tambahkan self rising flour, bubuk cinnamon, dan terigu whole wheat ke dalam adonan, aduk rata.
  7. Tuang adonan ke dalam loyang dan panggang selama 60 menit.
  8. Angkat loyang dan biarkan hingga dingin, kemudian taburkan icing sugar di atas cake.

Missing…

Am I afraid of changes? Try new things? Or live my life like I have never done before?

If someone asked me that just hours earlier, I will answer confidently, “No! Why should I?” But then something happened to me this morning (or ‘today morning’, like one of my colleagues use to say) that made me realize that I’m not that akin to changes. What happened? I lost both of my residence permit card and ATM card. At first, I thought I made have misplaced them somewhere in my new laptop bag, since it’s new and I haven’t been that familiar with her yet (it’s a ‘She’ since she was so beautifully designed and the size is smaller compared to my previous monstrous laptop trolley/mini-suitcase — both courtesy of the office, anyway) Then came lunch time. I started to look furiously through my coat, my purse, and then my bag. One round search returned without results, I do another search round, and another, and another. And my friend, who has been waiting for me to go to the canteen together, started to say: “use my card now, you can pay later” and I was like: “No!”

It’s not because I did not want her kindness or her money, but it’s just that I did not want to give up just yet. After 30 minutes, they already left me in the room searching like crazy, it just hit me: I have lost my ATM card and the residence (MVV) card. Dang!!

I called my husband, and he helped me with contacting the immigration office (IND) and also the police. Meanwhile, I contacted my bank to block my ATM card (bankpas or pinpas, they call it here). Before that, I contacted the bus operator and reported missing items. They said that they will inform me within 2 weeks, otherwise it will be considered as “Sorry, we did not find anything.”

My friends started to comfort me saying that ‘it’s okay, nobody knows your pin code’, ‘it’s only money’, ‘you can apply for new ones’… I know that! But, there’s this thing inside of me that just stayed there after I found out I have lost the cards. I feel disappointed and also awestruck with myself, because I have seen those 2 cards in my hands just before I left home. I also remembered the moment I stuffed them into my coat pocket, I even remember which pocket it was and what else inside the pocket.

Really, it’s not about the money… Or applying for new MVV card (which cost money, btw, total +360 eur*, but I have no problem with that — not that I have lots of money, just Okay-ish)… It’s about that I have seen them this morning, hold them, put them someplace I feel safe and confident enough that nobody would steal it from my coat pocket (because it’s front pocket) and other things within the pocket are there! My keys, and my gloves are still there! Somehow only the cards missing… I just… I don’t know…

I hope that someone will find it and return it to me somehow, before my new bankpas arrive, just for the sake of my normality. So I can get on with my old usual static normal life.

Right now, I just want to relax so I don’t get burn by my own mistake…

*) Apply new MVV 250 eur + 110 return visa = 360 eur

Blueberry Crumble Cake

The good thing about this recipe that it’s easy to make and I can replace the blueberry with other berries/fruits, next time I will try with super sweet apples plus super sour raspberries with some shredded baked almonds scattered within!

Bahan 1:

  • 250 gram Gula
  • 375 gram Terigu
  • 250 gram Mentega
  • 1 butir Telur
  • 1 sdt Baking Powder
  • 1 sdt Air Lemon
Bahan 2:
  • 125 gram Gula
  • 4 sdm Cornstarch (Pati Jagung)
  • 2 sdm Air Lemon
  • Blueberry
Cara memasak:
  1. Panaskan oven tunggu hingga 190 derajat celcius
  2. Lumuri loyang dengan mentega dan terigu, lalu lapisi dasar loyang dengan baking paper
  3. Campur semua Bahan 1 aduk/campur dengan tangan atau garpu hingga rata, bagi adonan menjadi 2 bagian, letakkan dan ratakan bagian 1 di dasar loyang
  4. Campur semua Bahan 2 dan ratakan di atas adonan yang sudah di ratakan di dasar loyang
  5. Sebarkan sisa adonan bahan 1 diatas lapisan blueberry
  6. Masak dalam oven selama 45 menit atau hingga bagian atas berwarna kecoklatan
  7. Setelah matang, tunggu hingga cake mendingin sebelum disajikan