Joyful Great-Grandma

This is a story of someone I look up to. A great-grandmother of 3 great-grandsons, a grandmother of 8 grandsons, and a mother of 4 kids.

She is 80 something this year, but she has such a youthful spirit. Let’s call her HG.

Let me tell you how she looks like. Heels will be her choice of shoes, followed by black short pants and blue jeans shirt. Then at the corner of her collar, you can see white sparkling brooch. During this pandemic time, she always put her shocking-pink yet cheerful mask on her face. If she open her mask, you can see her reddish blush on. Look her in the eye, there is a sparkling light green eye shadow followed with eye liner and fake eyelashes.

Her style is beautiful, livelier than mine, the writer. I’m just 20 something but I had never found a grandma this unique.

She brings smiles anywhere.

She says thank you with love, a very sincere one, comes from the deepest part of her heart. She would look in the eye of the person and speak it from the bottom of her heart.

She is one of the most romantic lady. She would loyally accompany his husband, bring him walk, feed him food, serve him physically and mentally. She is a very good companion. Her act of kindness towards his husband and family shows her affection.

She has traveled almost all around the countries. She had a lot of fun and gratefulness. Sometimes she got lost too on her way back to toilet or hotel. She sometimes forget things easily, which I can really comprehend.

She is one of the loveliest human being. Her love to others is awesome.

Why could she be this happy, healthy, and long life? What is her secret of live?

God.

She is God’s disciple. She reads Bible every day, after and before bed. She speaks words of God, praise and worship Him. Her love comes from God, that’s why it flows naturally.

Data Analyst

Who doesn’t know Excel? A green application to tabulate data, quite popular in any working industries, right?

I used to think being able to manage Excel has already been great. But, it is not really. Talking about Excel, we are only controlling around 1 million rows of data.

Did you know? There is a tool to tabulate number with infinity numbers of rows, one of them is… A friend of mine, MI, is an expert in this tool. He is a data analyst. Excel? I think it is just a piece of cake for him.

Then I wonder, why would a data analyst need a tool with infinity limits of rows? What do they need to cound?  What kind of information do they need to analyze that they need this kind of tool? Why does Excel is not enough for them? There are millions of rows there.

Then his story impressed me. He needs to analyze financial report, comparing company A to other companies in the same industries. He would check on the total amount of loan for example, has 12 zeroes, checking how many active accounts at that bank, 3 million for example, then apply ‘one to one’ and or ‘one to many’s rule, listing it one by one, checking the due date, date of payment, interest rate, rest of payment to be deposited and so on. If he or the other data analyst have to use excel to process the data, that one with only around 1 million rows. He can’t imagine how inefficient it will be because they are going to Copy Paste the date to different tab. Possible but it gonna takes a lot of time.

Now that I usually only use not more than 100 rows of Excel, I am amazed there are people in this world need to use the one with infinity rows.

Cyclist

A friend of my friend died inside a cliff, tragically.

For some of you, cycling might be another kind of fun activity to release stress. But for a friend of my friend, let’s call him AZ, cycling was not just another funny action of pedalling a bike’s wire, it’s an ambition. It’s a live goal.

His dream was to travel all around the world just by cycling. How did you think? Was it possible? In my point of view, it was quite impossible.

But as for a cyclist, he could manage to make it happen. Because all he needed is a pair of strong legs, padded shorts and cycling jerseys, water bottle and bottle cage, sport shoes, helmet, and obviously a bicycle. His dream sounded impossible for me at first, but slowly he tried to make it happen. At first country A then B then C and so on.

Till one day he reached Nepal, a plateau. Before he reached this country, his family has warned him to be careful. It’s a challenging route, the longest downhill route on earth. Fate was fate. Destiny was destiny. We could never predict.

His family suddenly lost contact with him, didn’t get any message reply from him. The next day, a corpse was found at the end of the cliff near his cycling area.

I’m feeling bad for his death. At another point, I’m glad that once in my life I have that kind of friend. He might have left this world, but his dream stays, at least in my mind, waiting for the next cyclist to make it come true.

Grateful Person of Hot Water

It’s a weekly community meeting. Ten of us are sitting together. We are asked about one of the things we are really grateful about. 


One says A and B, about job and families and health and any other general things. This one impresses me the most. 


“I’m so grateful of being able to have a shower with hot water,” that’s what AR, a 28-year-old man tells to the entire people in the room. 


We are all seeing him silently. Our mouth might not say a word, but our eyes do asking why, staring curiously. 


That’s how the story starts. 


“Once I lived in a village which water derives from the rain. The water was… It was bad. It got sticky to your skin whenever you try to rinse off your skin. That kind of feeling you get when there is remaining soap which couldn’t be rinsed off no matter how many times you try to rub it. The only way to deal with it is by convincing your mine that the water is clean while it was not. That’s how I finish my shower all the time.


Long story short, some months after it I moved to another place. This time, the water was not sticky as the previous one, but it had wiggler! Well, I got no idea whether this is better than the previous one or not.


Then I moved again to another place, this time to a little bit slum area of this city. Hmm, maybe not slum, maybe just a suburban area. I had less working experience, less money as well. That’s why I couldn’t afford to rent a good living place. Working up until night and wake up early in the morning. One of the hardest thing to deal with after stepping my feet to the bathroom and before going to sleep is, cold water. It’s the kind of cold which made me shivering. My bones can feel it. I dislike showering with cold water. And I did it for several months. 


But today, I’m so thankful that now I get a better job. I can rent a room with hot-water shower. I don’t need to take a deep breath before showering. No more winter season during my cleaning time. I am happy, so grateful.”


That’s how AR impresses me, and maybe others in the room as well. Showering with hot water might be something ordinary for several people, but for some others, it’s a type of luxury. 

Commuter

Hi, reader! Are you a commuter? If yes, which level are you? One who spends minimum 1 hour on the street? 2 hours? 3 hours or even more?

Well, no matter how many hours or minutes you spend on the road, I hope you enjoy the whole commuting time of yours. Please find below my personal point of view of commuting. If you have any other perspective, please feel free to leave your comment.

I was amazed by commuter’s way of mobilize. How could they spend hours on the road, standing up, waiting to reach their destination? How could they willingly waste their time doing nothing?

I might have lived at Jakarta, a-busy-metropolitan-city for more than 5 years, but up until today I am still learning to enjoy traffic jam and polution. I hesitate I can really love them.

Currently I get not better option than commuting for minimum 1.5 hours from and to my working place. This is something I used to avoid, but currently I have to deal with this.


It took me several days to finally like my new status. Instead of only walking or standing up or sitting in a bus, I choose to study while commuting. You are might be wondering how I do it not, let me tell you.


Podcast is my new best friend.

Thank you Google Podcast. Thank you Spotify. I would lying on my bed and scrolling at them the previous night, exploring which episode of podcast I’d like to have the next day. What kind of food I’m going to feed my brain the next day?

Sometimes, Ted Talk or Korean Class got me a bit overwhelmed, so I choose to listening to a podcast which doesn’t require many focus, such as funny short stories. Sometimes I would prefer music too.

Thank you to my Bluetooth headset too! I don’t need to deal with messy cable. Listening becomes so much fun.

The reason why I can enjoy commuting is, funnily, the activities I plan to do which makes me forget that I’m actually commuting. And some people were doing it too!

As I listening to my podcast, I notice that some people are listening to music, talking to their parents or friends in a phone, liking Instagram pictures, watching Korean drama, and any other actions which could distract their attention, which is great.

If you can do two or three things at once, why not?

Smiler

I had that kind of roommate who made people laugh till their jaw getting stiff, but then every night go to bed crying.

She is lovely, having beautiful eyes yet funny unique voice. She is overweight as well. Let’s call her GB, a 30-year-old woman.

Once I asked her, “Hey, friend, what’s your most favorite thing to do in this world?”

While everyone in the room was in silence because of thinking, she spontaneously answer me, “Eating,” with full of smile in her face.

I asked her why, then she told me because only when she is eating she could forget about everything. I din’t really buy this word until I share the same bed and night with her.

We shared the same tears but not the same pain.

When we were about to sleep, I could notice that she was crying. That’s how everything started. I just knew that she is a widow. During her 3 years of marriage, she has aborted 3 babies. By the way this is allowed in her country. It means one baby every year. Then it simply means she got pregnant every year and every time she got pregnant she aborted their babies. Nope, it supposed to be her babies.

“If I could turn back time, I won’t marry this man. I was so specious and stubborn. No one agreed on my choice. My parents to my best friend, they didn’t allow me to marry this man. My ex-husband was previously a divorcee before we get married. May be that was the reason why my people didn’t allow me to marry him.

But because I was persistent, they got no choice except to let me do what I wanted, marry him. That’s how everything started. He was a lazy man, unwilling to work. It was my mistake to spoil him too.

I earned money. Let him stay at home. Prepared his clothes. Cooked him food. Served him all the best I could do. Did all the things the best wife could do. At that time I was a working wife as well. There was also a day I was pregnant and I still cooked him food while all the things he could do was only sitting and playing.

I remember in a cold winter day, I was pregnant and I cooked him food. Getting off from my work, walked a long way to cook then delivered him the meal. I was late. I felt like almost dying. The first thing came out from his lip wasn’t asking how I was doing, he was mad at me being late.

I was full of anger and disappointment, speechless as well.

At that time, I just remembered why all the people around me didn’t allow me to marry him. May be because they already knew this would happen. I regretted I didn’t listen to them and just follow my personal instinct.

Not long after saying this, GY cried. I could’t do anything. She regretted everything.

That’s how she went to bed crying everyday. She regretted her life and couldn’t turn back time. The only thing she could do to forget her regret was eating, only eating. But she felt sad for being fat too.

Non Gift Man

Do you know that there are 5 kinds of love language?

One of them is gift, either giving one or receiving one.

If your friend’s number one list of love language is giving/accepting gift, they will feel being super loved if they got a gift.

Unfortunately, my love language is not giving/accepting gift. It’s in number 5. So I will feel not so loved by others if I got one.

These several years, I’ve been struggling with this thing. When someone I love is having birthday or any other celebration, I will come to them, knock their shoulder and directly ask them,  “Hi friend, what gift do you want for this christmas?”

The more detail their answer is, the happier I am. Unfortunately, most of the people whom I ask will say, “Nope, I won’t tell you. It should come from the bottom of your heart, you are my friend, you have definitely known me. Try to find out!”

Well, hearing this makes me feel not good, one kind of a broken feeling.

It applies vice versa.

Anytime someone wants to give me a gift, I will definitely be happy if that person can ask me in person. I will tell them in detail. By doing so, it is sure I will like the gift.

And you know what? All this time I thought I’m the only person in this world stuggling to this kind of thing. But tonight, I find some people with this kind of war too.

So whoever you are, a non-gift-man, please know that you are not alone!

And to whoever reading this whose friend is a non-gift-man, please help them! Your clue means A LOT.

Innocent Kid

In a sunny Sunday, I’m so thankful that I got a chance to go to a zoo with some kids in an orphanage from a suburban area.

We are divided into some teams. There are 2 volunteers as part of the committee for a team consist of 5 kids. We explored the zoo together.

This zoo is special, not like common zoo. This zoo is specially created for endangered animals.

We walked through a glass cage which had 2 lions inside, male and female each. Randomly, one of the volunteer asked the kids, “Hello kids, can you guess which one of the lion are the male one and which one of them are the female one?”

Without hesitation, one of my team member, let’s call her CY, 7-year-old little girl answered, “That one is the female one, sis,” told her by pointing out a scary male lion with huge body fierce face and messy bushy hair.

Then I automatically asked her, “Why that one, sweety?”

Then she answered, “Because it has long hair, Sis.”

At that time I laughed and hugged her, then I started to stroke her hair. Her innocence is really cute and super effective to make me feel like I want to take her home.

Weekend Worker

Is there anyone in this world who want to work during weekend?

I don’t think so, me either.

It’s been pretty difficult and challenging for me to choose my new job as an MT in a restaurant, necessitates me to work during weekend.

I asked several people’s opinions until I finally settled my mind. Considering here and there, I finally chose my new job, with all the consequences, having to work during the weekend and having a day off during weekday. Plus, I need to work for 9 hours and having 2 hours of break. In amount, I will need at least 11 hour in the office.

Here is an opinion of SV, a woman, a director of a high-class hotel.

“I’ve ever worked during weekend for 2 years. Well, it’s not as bad as what people think. Out of 7 days in a week, I only have one day off during the weekday. I love that. I can go to bank in Wednesday. There is no many people in cinemas and or KTV, ticket prices are cheaper. Not as bad as what people think. I got new friends in service industry.”

Different opinions from AL, a man, a phone technician in a mall.

“I used to be full 7 days in a week. Working non stop. I got 2 days off in a month, in weekday. Difficult? Sure, yes. But I was working in a mall, so I always find time to look stores around, washing my eyes a little bit, sometimes relax for some minutes. And unexpectedly met my friends in the mall, talking for a while then continue working. Days during weekend passed so fast! Like I was busy fixing here and there, serve here and there, and suddenly it’s get off time, packing and going back home.”

Well, SL and AL are only a few people’s opinion whom I ask about working during weekend. Some said, “Get ready to lose your social life, my friend.”

This made me broke a little bit. The more I hear people said this, the more broken I became. But the more I asked people like AL and SL, the nicer I felt.

Everyone has different opinions and I can not compare it. I have to feel it by myself and I will see. But one thing I’m sure of is, as long as I love the work, I will be fine. As long as I can find way to enjoy it, I will be fine. Everything is gonna be okay.

Bunk Bed Sleeper

It is just a week. I started to love my bunk bed and my new room mate and almost everything. But now I have to leave. Okay fine. 


Sleeping at the bottom side of this bed is nice. It is dimly lit. It produces warm feeling, that kind of you-are-save-and-you-are-protected kind of feeling. Hahaha


I still remember how in a sunny morning I got a dream. There was a baby crawling to a fire alarm and innocently push the button although there is no even a slight of fire. 


Soon I heard the sound of a fire alarm. 

sleeping lady


Then I woke up. My bed was shaking. I realize that my room mate was moving, probably trying to get down from the bunk bed.


I thought she was trying to escape. So I told her, “Chill baby, there is no fire.”


I was about to tell her it is just a sound of a ringing alarm fire pressed by a baby, till I suddenly realize it was actually her morning-wake-up-alarm. 


How smart I am.