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The Sidji Hotel 10th Anniversary and About Batik

Early 2025, I received an invitation to attend the 10th anniversary of The Sidji Hotel Pekalongan. For gentlemen, dress code for the party was Batik Pekalongan (for ladies:batik encim). Not just a batik, but specifically the Pekalongan batik. One may think that all batik are the same, but they are not! I know this because I visited Museum Batik Pekalongan once. I was taught that batik Pekalongan has certain characteristics that make it different compared to other batik. However, I completely forgot on what are the differences. Therefore, I did some research on that. My sources were from the internet and not everything on the internet is true, hence take the explanation here with a grain of salt.
Research on Batik
From its color, Pekalongan batik uses bright colors, whereas other batik usually comes in safer colors like brown or dark blue.
From what’s drawn on it, Pekalongan batik uses pictures of animals and plants instead of simple patterns. Just like shown in the following picture.
Birds and flowers pattern, as shown in walls of The Sidji Hotel.
Then there is the Jlamprang pattern, which has the philosophy of connecting the two worlds: the gods and the humans. This pattern is used frequently by the officials to represent the town, as it can be seen in the walls of a newly renovated market and the toll gate of this town.
Jlamprang Pattern, as it is shown on the walls of newly renovated Banjarsari Market.
The Liong motive, that shows Chinese dragons are also commonly used.
The Liong Pattern, as shown in the wall of The Sidji Hotel aisles.
There are many more variants of Pekalongan batik, such as the Buketan, as popularized by a Dutch Eliza van Zuylen; or Hokokai, which named after Japan-formed association that influenced the pattern.
I looked for a batik that matches the above descriptions in Bandung, and my choice fell to a batik shirt that’s symmetrical, containing dominantly light blue and brown color, and the parang (coral) pattern. May or may not be the Pekalongan batik style, but it looks nice.
Me wearing the Batik that I chose.
Pekalongan Trip
Then, came the day for driving to Bandung. In the morning, I spent some time at the local SAMSAT, to pay my 5-yearly vehicle tax. It was very crowded because the government just had this campaign of annulling the penalty for not paying the tax from earlier years. I spent half an hour just to queue for photocopying the documents, then decided just to resume on later days as I needed to get ready for the trip. Of course, as a person who always pay the tax on time, I got very upset about this.
The parking in SAMSAT was so full I had to park next to a rice field.
I filled up my gas tank and took a break at home, while waiting the kids to finish their school. At around 13.00, we departed from home. It was raining cats and dogs en route, and we stopped for lunch midway. We arrived at the hotel somewhere around 17.30
Most of the invited guests were already there, and many of us brought snacks. I ate many of them. Y wanted to give proper nutrition to the kids so we ordered meals from Nostalgia restaurant. The kids didn’t really like the food so I finished them. Around 8 PM, the kids started swimming but I was too tired to accompany them. Y kindly took care of them while I went back to my room to sleep.
In the morning, F took us for a walk around the town. Many interesting spots when we walked.
A sign that says “forbidden to litter” and “someone was mind-controlled by ghost yesterday”.
A temple that is located side-by-side with a church.
Stopped by a Nasi Gudeg hawker along the way.
After walking, we did the aerobic dance led by local instructor. Then, proper breakfast at the hotel. In the afternoon, Y and her mom wandered the town for oleh-oleh (gifts) while I sat by the pool while the kids were swimming. We then took a rest in the hotel room.
Around 17.00, the celebration event started. Everyone were in their batik, and we took pictures at various places in the hotel.

The event started with a surprise visit from a loyal guest from abroad M, which successfully made the master of ceremony (Sidji staff) cry a little. M, who planned to stay in Sidji for only two weeks in October 2024, extended her stay for up to four months, thanks to the warm welcome and friendship with the Sidji staffs. Then, remarks from the management, followed by video presentation of the hotel history and testimonies from various guests. There were also a moment to remember one contributor to Sidji who passed away during COVID-19, as well as appreciation to loyal staffs, including who joined Sidji from when the hotel building was still under construction.
Distinguished Sidji Staffs posing with the management.
What admired me is that, during the celebration, Sidji staffs were prompt to serve the guests, even though that it’s their birthday. What a true professionalism! Later that night, when the guests were fully fed, they had their own celebrations by singing Laskar Pelangi song, having pictures at the photo booth, and dancing to the dangdut music.
I then went back to my room to rest, as the next day I and my son D had to wake up early for Palm Sunday mass. D was feeling unwell, probably too tired of the fun he had that day.
Palm Sunday
The next day, I has a simple breakfast in the morning, and drove to nearby St. Peter Church. I was actually too lazy to go, but it was compulsory for my son D to attend the holy week masses, as he was taking the first communion class. The mass was supposed to start 7.00, but it was preceded with a parade from Pius school nearby, hence delayed for half an hour. Palm Sunday is actually a remembrance of Jesus riding a donkey and paraded through the street of Jerusalem. We waited at the church yard, before the parade arrived.
After the mass, there were remarks from vice mayor of Pekalongan, urging the resident to start separating their trashes into three groups: organic, recyclable, and non-recyclable (or something along that line). This was due to the trash crisis, where the government were having difficulties in processing the existing trashes. D looked for the priest for his signature (as a proof that he attended the mass).
When we came back to the hotel, breakfast was almost closed, but we managed to get one. Around 11.00, we cleared our room, checked out, said goodbye, and drove back to Bandung for another 3,5 hours.
Family Picture Taken on The Last Day Before Going Home

April 15, 2025
Lebaran Holiday 2025

One can safely say that Idulfitri is the most awaited holiday in Indonesia, a Muslim majority country. However, it’s not a holiday for Muslims only. During 1,5 weeks of the holiday season (also called as Lebaran), people in the country seem to just stop working and spend their time to go back to their hometown or simply relaxing. Just like the Chinese New Year for the Chinese majority country. This year Lebaran also coincides with Cheng Beng, the time of the year for Chinese visiting the grave of their ancestors. Hence the main purpose of my trip this time.
I drove with my family to Cibubur Junction in the morning, and reached there at about 10AM, just in time the shopping mall opened. My parents took MRT and LRT from their home in Bintaro, and reached Harjamukti LRT Station around 11.30. We then drove to Pondok Ranggon Cemetery to visit my mother’s tomb. Surprisingly there was heavy traffic on the road towards the cemetery. It turned out that the Muslims also visit their ancestors for the Lebaran holiday.
Photo booth at Harjamukti LRT Station
I drove back to the shopping mall to pick up my kids and my wife Y. We then drove to Sunter area, where my grandmother just opened a Nasi Campur restaurant called Nasi Campur HK. We were served abundant portion of delicious Nasi Campur, and we chatted a lot.
After which, we visited another relative, my aunt W and her family. We recalled many memories of when I was a child. My mom was close to aunt W and we spent a lot of time together, usually for holiday in the Puncak highland. W’s house is interesting. Her husband K keeps and maintains old furniture and electronics instead of buying new ones. W’s daughter J took a picture of us together.
Family Picture
We then drove to Sunlake Hotel, where most of us took a rest and I did some work on with my laptop. I and my family spent 2 nights in the hotel while my parents joined the first night only.
At night we went out for dinner. We planned to have dinner at my uncle K’s coffee shop in Kelapa Gading (see Coffee, Bento, Running and Wedding). Turned out information in Google was not so accurate and it was closed when we arrived. Uncle K was very kind to receive us even when the coffee shop was closed, and he served some paos for us. We were full afterwards and didn’t go for another dinner.
The night went through and we were well rested.
In the morning, my son D woke up at 6 AM, and we headed to restaurant for breakfast with my parents. My dad has a spare phone that he wanted to use as a backup device. He offered D to transfer as many videos as possible from his main phone to the backup phone using bluetooth, with payment of Rp1.000 per video. D managed to transfer 50 photos. The breakfast choices at the hotel was very generous, specifically with Indian food in the menu every day.
The kids then went swimming, my parents took a cab and KRL back home, while I went for team zoom meeting an hour before noon. Just a few minutes before noon, Y called me, informing that a shuttle from the hotel was ready to drop us to the nearest LRT station. Just a few days before I read that the LRT Jakarta ran a campaign where you can visit 6 of their stations to collect stamps, and exchange them with souvenirs.
Shuttle to MKG
Upon reaching the station we were slightly disappointed to know that the souvenir for the day were fully claimed. However, we could come the next day in the morning to try again. We then had a lunch at MKG shopping mall that was (almost) connected to the station.
We went back to the hotel afterwards. The kids swam again, while I and Y exercised at the gym. In the evening we planned to have dinner in a seafood restaurant nearby, but again, it was closed. We went for dimsum instead at Kong restaurant. We asked the kids to slept early that night. Because we went back to LRT Station early in the morning the next day, fully prepared!
We drove to Velodrome at 5.30, parked our car there, and walked to Velodrome LRT station. Beside four of us, there were also two people hunting for the merchandise. The staff explained us that with the paper she just gave to us, we had to stop at each of the 6 stations, tap out, get stamped, and tap in. One trip costs Rp5.000, so we had to fork out Rp30.000 per person. She also needed to take picture of us, for documentation purposes. Unfortunately most of the pictures were taken in portrait mode, hence some parts are cropped in weird places here.
Starting with empty stamps
Halfway done
The whole journey itself took about 2 hours. But the kids were happy and we discovered interesting spots. One of which was the Pegangsaan Dua station, that serves as LRT car parking space as well.
Tree of gifts
Finally done, with the merchandises
We drove back to hotel and had breakfast. A few hours left before checkout, we played at the hotel’s playground and exercised at the gym. About 11.30 AM, we checked out and drove back to Bandung.
At home I took picture with the merchandises.

April 4, 2025
My Journey of Faith in Bandung Diocese (and the Bishop)

Disclaimer: this post is biased towards the Roman Catholic religion and Christianity. However, I promise you: no marketing.
At the time of this post writing, I have spent 13 years in Bandung. 13 years is also about the time I have officially become a Roman Catholic, despite being follower of Jesus from even before. Just recently I reached an importance milestone in my faith journey, hence this post.
2012: Baptism
When I moved to Bandung in 2012, I spared no time for preparing to marry my current wife, Yunnie. Under that circumstance, one prerequisite for me was being baptized. For an adult to be baptized in Catholic, one must undergo weekly classes for one year, with almost no absences. The problem was, that one year course would have just half-completed on January 2013, my wedding day. Pak Stefanus, my teacher, gave me an exception: I was allowed to be baptized mid-journey (to fulfill the requirement for the marriage), but I had to promise to complete the course like everyone else in the same class. I kept my promise.
Me being baptized by Father Rudi Behind me is Mrs. Fei Lan as my godmother, and Pak Stefanus.
A few years later, my mom-in-law got baptized, followed by my wife Yunnie (you read it right, her mom graduated first).
2014: The Kowalskis
When I first came to Bandung, I had a dream like many other fresh graduates: becoming rich from a technological startup. I created KIRI (now at https://projectkiri.id) to help people navigating Bandung using angkot (public minibus). It didn’t really took off financially, despite being still alive today and some number of users using it (and reporting to me when it’s down). However, the most interesting thing was from there I got to know another important persons in my life: The Kowalskis (https://gokowalskis.com/).
The husband, Waldemar Kowalski, used my KIRI app and submitted a feedback through our feedback form. At first I looked down on it because at that time some alay Indonesians tend to use bule (westerner) name as an alias to look cool. It turned out that Waldemar was an actual westerner, a pastor, as well as an experienced engineer. We agreed to meet at Miss Bee Providore café in Bandung, along with our wives. Waldemar and his wife Rosemarie asked us what we want to be prayed upon, and we answered: a child. At that time we had difficulties in getting a child. We then prayed together to God.
Not a year later, Yunnie became pregnant and long story short we had D, as pictured below. I still do weekly zoom with Waldemar and some other friends for bible study.
From left to right: K, Waldemar, Yunnie, me, D, and Rosemarie.
2018: Confirmation, and First Encounter with Bishop
In 2018, I and Yunnie received the confirmation sacrament. I was tasked to create a video about the class journey, and here it is below. The music for this was titled “Hidup Ini Adalah Kesempatan” which translates to “This Life is a Chance (To Serve God)”, and turned out to give strong impact for me in the upcoming years.

From there, I knew Fenmeos, another faithful Catholic who was also an engineer. It was also the first time I stood close to the bishop, Mgr. (Monsignor) Anton.
Pictured below is Yunnie (and little P in her belly) being confirmed by the bishop. I could not find the picture of me with during this ceremony, but I swear that I was there too, also confirmed.
2022: Heading The IT Bureau
In 2019-2020, COVID-19 pandemic started and everyone worked from home. Late 2021, Pak Wisnu, the current Head of IT Bureau in Diocese of Bandung of that time contacted me. He was looking for his successor. Out of several persons he offered, only me who was courageous enough to take the role, so he passed the baton to me. It was an unpaid position (despite later I was paid with something else great), but life was good at that time. I have double job and working in IT and higher education sector was one of the most flexible jobs to do from home. I gathered the team members, and some of us risked against COVID-19 to attend the inauguration. One of the team was Fenmeos, whom I knew during the confirmation process earlier. Mgr. Anton himself did the inauguration. In his speech, he thanked us for our willingness to serve, but also reminded us to not leave our family behind.
Group Picture of the buerau members and Mgr. Anton.
From left to right: Aldo, Sam, Fenmeos, and me.
I enjoyed my first few months of serving the Diocese. Having about 1-2 year working from home, going back and forth to the Diocese office and meeting people was fun. I also enjoyed solving problems one step at a time.
One of my priorities at that time was upgrading the SIMU (Sistem Informasi Manajemen Umat), the database system for parishioners of the Bandung Diocese. The SIMU system was built a few years ago, but infrastructure-wise it was not so well-maintained. The most visible symptom was the label “Not Secure” when the app was opened in modern web browsers, due to the lack of HTTPS certificate. Easy to solve for engineers, but it turned out to be more than a technical issue. We needed a professional and a contract to work on that. We also had to collaborate between the Diocese, owner of the server, and web developer. For that, we also needed an active MoU (Memorandum of Understanding) and an MoA (Memorandum of Agreement), which turned out to be expired at that time. I talked with several people, lobbied several people, learned the Roman Catholic organization structure, reminded people, and then finally made it work.
In 2 December 2022, a day after my birthday, we had this MoA signing ceremony between Father Samong (Curia Secretary) and Dr. Nugraheni (Dean of Faculty of Science & Technology, Unpar). It was during one of the worst time of the pandemic. In the picture below, A was joining through Zoom because he was infected with COVID-19 and in isolation.
MoA Signing Ceremony Between The Bandung Diocese and FTIS Unpar.
2023-2024: Keeping The Engine Running
Then, COVID-19 gradually faded away. It was a joy for most people. Frankly speaking, not much for me. During the pandemic, I could go to the Diocese office once a week. When it faded away, The paid job required me to go to the office more often, hence I had less time for the Diocese. Also, as I networked with more people in the Diocese, they invited me to join their different (offline) activities. Part of me said that I would love to help, but the other part said that I have limited time and energy. I also wanted to spend quality time with my own family, and even alone time of myself.
I am glad that I have Aldo and his wife Magda, who kept the engine running. He helped me continuing the SIMU progress. I still attended to some offline events. I am also glad that within the Diocese office there was Pak Black, Mas Yoseph, and Mas Yogi who were avid administrators of SIMU.
Situation of The SIMU Training, led by Pak Black.
Aside from the IT stuffs, 2024 were also eventful for the Catholics in Indonesia. The Pope visited Indonesia and held a mass in Gelora Bung Karno stadium Jakarta. For some people, it’s a war on the (free) ticket. I was actually entitled for a ticket thanks to my position in the Diocese. However, I regretfully did not take it as I had so many homeworks at work, aside from my responsibilities of taking care of the two kids. We did not have a maid or nanny, hence the responsibility was completely on us.
However, in 2024 I participated in a fundraising event that converted kilometers in running, walking, and cycling, to money for a cause. Our team was not the highest earner, but I managed to get a prize of Jam Tangan Paus (Pope’s watch). The Casio watch worn by the Pope during his visit to Indonesia became viral because it was so simple and inexpensive, and people compared it to watches used by some lavish religious leaders.
Me holding the prize of Casio watch, next to Father Tri holding his own prize.
Late 2024, there were preparation for new period of comittee. I decided to formally stop serving for the Diocese, and handed over to a younger generation. Aldo, who helped me since 2022, agreed to be the next Head of IT. Aldo built his team, and I submitted the names to the Diocese. I collected the old team and the new team in an informal breakfast at Jalan Braga.
Sam, Magda, Aldo, Fenmeos, Vania, Prof. Vero, Lydia, and me.
January 2025: A Month of Blessings
Somehow in early 2025, I and my family had many encounters with Mgr. Anton.
My son D, filled with confidence, volunteered himself to serve in the World Child Mission Day mass in the Bandung Cathedral, led by Mgr. Anton himself. Long story short, below is him giving the offering to Mgr. Anton, screen captured from Bandung Diocese Youtube channel.
D giving the offering to Mgr. Anton.
After the mass ended, Mgr. Anton walked around and Y asked him to take a picture with our daughter P. I was reluctant to be in the picture at first, but Yunnie insisted. So here it is: Mgr. Anton, P, and me.
Mgr. Anton and P, with me in the background.
The culmination happened on 24 January, during the inauguration event of the new committee. The new members were inaugurated and it was said that some of the former members would be given a certificate of appreciation from Mgr. Anton. I registered for the event and attended. Again in his speech, Mgr. Anton reminded the new members to be fair in time and focus between serving God and the family.
To my surprise, 4 people as representatives were called to go forward and personally receive the certificate from Mgr. Anton himself, and my name was there! I walked upfront, still shaking, but very grateful. Especially because Mgr. Anton himself looked me in the eye and said “Terima kasih, Pak Pascal!” (thank you, Pascal). This was much nicer than that time when I shook hand with one of Indonesia vice president, but what he did was look at his staff and asked “who are these guys, again?”.
Mgr. Anton giving the certificate to me. As you can see in the picture, I am wearing the Jam Tangan Paus. And same shirt as when I was in the picture earlier with Mgr. Anton and my daughter.
Close up of The Certificate of Appreciation.
Epilog
What happens after this for me? I still owe some unfinished projects with the Diocese, and will continue working on that with the new team. However, I will focus more on my family, especially that my son D will be taking the first communion classes for the next 6 months.
Also coincidentally in today’s bible study with Waldemar and friends, we studied 1 Corinthians 12. We talked about how different people receives different gifts from God, and the importance of making use of those gift for the greater good.
About the new team, it is even stronger than before. Let us pray for them to serve well. For the greater glory of God, or in latin: Ad maiorem Dei gloriam.
New members of the team. Photo by Prof. Vero.
I jokingly posed a handover of leadership to Aldo.

January 25, 2025
Jatiluhur Valley & Resort

One sign of getting old is to prefer staying at home rather than going out. This fact seemed to apply to me, in which this Christmas I found more happiness at home. However, I was obliged to take my family out (because it was school holiday!), and one night stay out of town sounded nice too. Long story short, we decided to go to Jatiluhur Valley & Resort (JVR), a hotel located next to the Jatiluhur Reservoir. So here we go.
We drove to Purwakarta about 8.30am in the morning. It was a short journey from Bandung thanks to the toll road. Exited at KM 64, we drove to the Purwakarta town first and had brunch at Hutan Jati Cafe & Gelato. It had a very interesting concept: a small forest inside the city. Purwakarta is rather hot and humid, so even under the greeneries it was still hot. Fortunately they also provided indoor airconditioned area. It also became a perfect ambience when it started raining outside.
We waited for the rain to eae then drove to JVR. I tried to take a shortcut as suggested by Google Maps, and had to drove through a very narrow road.
The road that led to JVR ascended and descended, and surrounded by greeneries, so it feels out of town. We arrived around 12 noon, and it was not the time yet for check in. The kids spent about an hour playing in the indoor playground, making friends with another guest who were checking out. After they got bored, we drove to Istora. It’s part of the JVR but closer to the reservoir and had better view.
It was hot outside so a few minutes before two we drove back to JVR main building for check in. After checked in we realized that the lobby was on 3rd floor, and to get to our room we had to take the elevator down to the 2nd floor. We rented two rooms, with connecting door. We complained that one of the room smelled cigarette (despite warning of Rp1.000.000 fine for smoking), and the housekeeping helped us by spraying some air freshener. Y wanted to spend alone time in the room but the kids were bored, so I took them to play in the outdoor playground area.
Around 4.30pm, we drove out to find a restaurant for early dinner. I craved for meal at traditional restaurant and we chose RM (Rumah Makan / Restaurant) Teh Titin, just a stone throw away from another restaurant RM Teh Pipin. The nostalgia of having meal in a traditional restaurant served well, but the experience there were not so nice. Just after the grilled fish were served, several flies came around and bugged us. The mango juice were a bit rotten, and the asam manis (sweet and sour) squid was too spicy.
We headed back to hotel to rest. The hotel held a nobar (nonton bareng / watch movie together) event at 7pm, but we were too tired and watched the classic Shaolin Soccer movie in the room instead. I slept early that night, to wake up early at 4.15 AM in the morning and prepared for morning run.
I ran to JVR Istora area, but my main purpose was to catch the sunrise. The sunrise sun was not very visible because the west side of the Istora was largely covered by trees. But still, the view was beautiful there.
I came back to my room afterwards, waiting for the others to be ready for breakfast at 8 AM. Breakfast was at the pool side, and the kids requested to swim. However, we deemed that the pool was not clean enough for swimming so we skipped.
After breakfast, we walked down the hill for about 1 km to see axis deers, in a small preservation area. Along the way we picked up some leaves to feed them. However, the security guard forbid us to feed the deers with such leaves, as he deemed it to “hot”. In Chinese culture, aculturated to Indonesia, food are categorized as “cold” and “hot”. Hot foods are known to cause “inner heat” (panas dalam) that may cause illnesses like sore throat.
We then walked back up the hill to the hotel. Surprisingly it was easier to climb up the road than to walk down. We then took a shower and checked out from the hotel.
On our way home, just before entering the toll road, we had lunch at RM Ciganea. With about the same price to RM Teh Titin, we had better experience here. It was the first time our family tasted Sate Maranggi, beef satay that grilled with basic sweet and savory spices. Y, who didn’t really like beef, seemed to like it. We brought some more to give the kids’ grandma at home.

December 24, 2024
Public Transit Trip with The Kids

With my status as an employee as well as running a family business, I don’t that much of holiday. Especially after COVID-19 pandemic, December is the time for my mostly Christian employees to take leave, hence I have to back them up. However, I had a few days before 2024 to go with the kids to Jakarta to visit my parents. I am blessed with the kids who have strong interests with public transport, hence not really costly in terms of carbon footprint (costly in monetary value, though).
We started our journey with the Feeder train that brought us from Bandung station to Padalarang Station.
In Padalarang station, we waited about an hour before the high speed trains arrived. The train only stopped for less than 5 minutes to board passengers.
The kids really loved it, though it was not like an ordinary train trip. It was a smooth ride unlike regular trains, and you can’t really feel the speed except by looking at the informational running text.
We then arrived at Halim high speed train station. It was interconnected to the LRT station, with about 500m covered walking distance. The LRT station felt hotter, or maybe just my feeling because they put several large fans there. There was no driver on board the train, all controlled from the command center.
After arriving at Dukuh Atas, we had a small snack then continue our journey with Commuter Line train and Airport Line train. The Airport Line train final destination was at the Soekarno-Hatta airport, but we could alight one station before, where my dad picked us up.
Dad picked us up and we visited mum’s clinic, where Desmond got one of his teeth extracted. He was scared so we offered him a lunch at Bornga, a rather lavish restaurant. After deliberate consideration, he agreed.
In the evening, Daniel went by and the kids were playing games together.
The next day, we started our journey by taking a cab to Bintaro Xchange shopping mall. This mall has an underground connection to the Commuter Line. We took another Commuter Line, followed by TransJakarta bus and MRT to get a lunch and sightseeing.
We stopped at Blok M MRT station, and took a lunch at Lucky Chin, an American-Chinese restaurant I knew from a tweet. Their meal package included fortune cookie, whose message was more suitable for adults (“If you’re feeling adventorous, go for it!”).
We took a Blue Bird cab for our way back home. The next day, we went back to Bandung by taking a regular (Argo Parahyangan) 3-hour train to Bandung.

April 27, 2024
Coffee, Bento, Running and Wedding

You may have known from my previous post Visiting The Dead that I have a relatively big extended family. This time one of them got married in Kelapa Gading area, Jakarta. I was happy because it’s also served as an excuse to leave the kids with their Popo (grandmother) and have me and my wife Y travel to Jakarta without the menaces.
I still had zoom meeting with some friends in the morning, but shortly after drove to Jakarta. It was a smooth journey to Jakarta, but horrible in the Kelapa Gading area. Traffic jams delayed our trip, but we finally made to our first stop: Kedai Kopi Oke. It’s a kopitiam (coffee shop) owned by my uncle. This shop served coffee from various parts of Indonesia, but the most interesting part was that the coffee was served using a huge mokapot. Mokapot is a tool originated from Italy, normally used to make espresso. A single espresso is roughly 30ml, roughly 1/6 cup. This huge mokapot serves 2 cups, hence 12 espressos! That’s way more caffeine than deleting a production database!
A cup of cofee and a huge mokapot
We had a nice long chat, then had to say goodbye to my uncle. He gave me two angpaos (red envelope containing money) for our kids at home. It is customary for us parents of Chinese descendants, to give angpaos to the kids as symbol of good luck.
We went to the hotel and took a break. I surveyed the swimming pool, but it was drizzling outside. We preferred to stay in the room, and watched Men in Black at the cable tv provided.
At night, we went out for dinner. We walked to a nearby food court called Sagoro. It had a nice view of a river, but there were not many interesting food stalls opened. We also walked carefully, as the floor were slippery due to the rain that fell before.
We walked toward the other side and found a nice Japanese restaurant called Hanaguni. It looked upscale but the security convinced us to just look inside first without obligation to have a meal there. We went inside, took a seat, and provided with the menu. We were surprised that a bento costed around Rp200.000,-, whereas in Hokben (famous Japanese food chain in Indonesia) a bento costs roughly Rp50.000,-.
Me and Y having the dinner sets
It turned out that they had another menu, simple rice packages and pastas that have on-going promotion: buy 2 get 3 for roughly Rp100.000,-. Still more than our usual budget, but at least we got 3 portions for the same price. We came back to hotel with full stomach and called it a day.
Early morning the next day, while Y was still sleeping, I headed out for morning run. With two kids at home, it’s difficult to reserve time for morning exercise, so this was a good chance. I targeted 5 km run, but was tired enough near LRT station that I was tempted to take the LRT instead for my way back. So I took the trip, followed by motorcycle taxi (ojek online) for the last mile.
Picture of LRT coming in to the station on time.
We then prepared ourself for the main event: the wedding. It was held in Angke Restaurant, within the Mall of Indonesia complex. It was on Sunday morning so it was very crowded on the entrance. I was busy meeting people I forgot to take some pictures, as well as being in the picture.
Family picture, without me. Photo by my cousin-in-law Rina.
After an hour or two there, I drove back to Bandung, as I had to work the next day.

January 18, 2024
Whoosh Whoosh Whoosh, Yes

When the high-speed train started operating, many Indonesians were excited to try. That includes me and my parents. Therefore, I asked my parents in Jakarta to come and visit us in Bandung.
On Saturday morning, my family drove me to Tegalluar station, located at the eastern side of Bandung. We took the toll road, passed the newly built residential area “Summarecon”, and nearby the relatively famous Al-Jabbar mosque and Gelora Bandung Lautan Api stadium. I took the train to Halim station, where I would meet my parents and helped them checked in into the train. My son D was envy of me but we managed to calm him down. The Tegalluar station was relatively remote and not fully built. There were no cafés or shops opened yet. Parking space was limited, but there were many blue bird taxis waiting there, ready to drive you to the city.
Check in was smooth, and the train was on time. Despite the euphoria, taking the train itself in my opinion is nothing special. It’s just like taking MRT/LRT trip, only further. The 350km/h maximum speed can only be confirmed by looking at the running text display. If you look outside the window, there is actually not much difference compared to running 100km/h. What’s interesting yet disturbing, is that every announcement made, it ends with their slogan “Whoosh Whoosh Whoosh,… Yes!”.
At exactly 10.30 AM, I arrived in Stasiun Halim. I was hungry so I ordered two pieces of lunpias (definition) and an americano. Shortly after, my parents were also arrived at the station, and we checked in and traveled to Bandung.
We stopped at the Padalarang Station, then took a feeder train that went to the city. Transfer from high-speed train to the feeder was not so smooth, with 500 passengers (rough estimation) had to pass through 3 gates within only a few minutes.
In Bandung station, my wife Y was just in time to pick us up. We then had lunch at the Lotek Mahmud restaurant, a hidden culinary gem in Bandung. After lunch, my mom (kids’ Oma) did some shopping at a cosmetic store nearby “Toko Mahmud”, also a hidden gem. We then went to the hotel, checked in, and took some rest.
Around 4 PM, Opa was eager to walk out to find some coffee. We then walked around the hotel and had a light meal and coffee at Circle K. My daughter P was feeling unwell, probably because she was playing in the bathtub too long, and got masuk angin (cold). I went out with Oma and my dad (Opa) to have chicken rice dinner together outside at Olly Hai, inside Haji Mesri alley. The main road was very crowded, so walking was not very fun. However, it’s faster to walk than to drive because it’s a one way road, and, well, very crowded. I ta pao-ed (take away) 3 portions of food for people at the hotel.
That night P couldn’t sleep well, so did I and Y. In the early morning, D was already woken up, so I brought him to Opa and Oma‘s room. Opa wanted to walk around, so I left D at Oma‘s room, watching YouTube videos. We walked through some alleys, heading to the GOR Pajajaran (Pajajaran sport center). Despite the fact that it’s a sport center, in the morning it’s a culinary heaven. I and Opa had porridge for breakfast, and I bought steamed kuo tie (dumplings) for the others.
P was still feeling unwell, but we had to have breakfast anyway. My car was all cleaned by the hotel staff, so we drove to a nearby Rijsttafel restaurant for breakfast. After breakfast, I drove everyone back to the hotel. I and Oma continued walking to a nearby Kartika Sari snack shop. It was inside an alley but very packed with tourists.
Finally, I drove Oma and Opa back to the station, for them to take another Whoosh trip back to Jakarta.

November 27, 2023
All Boys Trip

I am a proud alumnus of SMA Kanisius, a boys-only high school. Every year the alumni association held a reunion. I rarely participated in such event, but this year somehow I had a chance to do that. The idea was to bring my son D with me, also as a chance to introduce him to such school.
For a train that departed at 6.10 AM, I took a taxi from home at 4.30. My wife and son complained that it was too early, but I’d rather have a peace of mind. The train arrived at Gambir around 9 AM. We took a TransJakarta bus to Monas, continued to Bundaran HI, and took an MRT trip to Blok M Plaza.
There, I met my parents. We spent a few minutes in Taman Literasi Martha C. Tiahahu, a literacy-themed public park. There were a small library as well as children playing area. A (relatively expensive) cafés were also available there.
After playing, we walked to Claypot Popo. I knew this place from previous trip to Jakarta (see Off-The-Grid Wedding), and my dad indeed like it. D didn’t really like the menu, but he (as before) was very interested to see the kitchen.
After lunch, we took another MRT ride to Bundaran HI station, followed by taxi ride to the high school. I met many of my old friends, as well as new friends (as we were in the same batch but never in the same class). D met new friends and played simple soccer game.
I met many friends, too. Most of them were my classmates when I studied in this school. It’s fun to meet them again. Some of them became doctors, some founded successful startups, some enjoying normal life with family.
Around 16.30, D already complained that he wanted to rest. I said goodbye to some of my friends and headed to Sofyan Hotel, where I would stay a night before heading back to Bandung the next day.
We took a rest at the hotel, and headed out again for dinner. D wanted to take a Commuter Line trip, so we took a trip to Jayakarta station, looking out for Pontianak food at Jalan Pangeran Jayakarta. The food was relatively expensive for a road side food stall, but the value for money was quite okay.
After dinner, we took a bajaj ride back to the station, and another Commuter Line ride back to the hotel.
The next day, D woke me up early in the morning. I offered him to swim in the hotel, but the swimming pool was too small and nobody beside him was swimming there (it’s 5.45 in the morning!), so he got bored instantly. We took another Commuter Line trip to Jakarta Kota, for a nice breakfast in Glodok area.
Around 9 AM, my friend Paul arrived. He is also an SMA Kanisius alumnus, but couldn’t make it to the reunion the day before. We took a walk from hotel to a nearby café “Dua Nyonya”. I joked that one Nyonya (madam) is already exhausting. 6 pieces of fritters cost IDR 57.000 but the place was really nice for a chat in the morning. D helped to take a photo of us together.
We checked out, then Paul drove us to the train station. En route, he also showed me several nice places around the Cikini area. A nice tour in the morning.

May 29, 2023
Visiting The Dead

In 2020, COVID-19 hit the world. It was deadly mostly to people with comorbidity or senior citizens, including my grandfather of 100 years old. Due to safety reasons, he was quickly cremated and his remain was kept in a columbarium. Fast forward to 2023, COVID-19 was largely under control and there was plan to take the remain and bury it properly, in the same grave as his wife in Bekasi. The burial process involves proper praying ceremony with close family members, just like a regular wake.
When I heard the news from my cousin Reza, I was really excited to come and join, since it was also a chance to meet my relatives that I have not met for some time. I initially planned to travel alone using intercity train service. However, the train to Bekasi only run at certain times, and none of the times allowed me to arrive at the graveyard on time for burial. I then decided to drive myself. Driving round trip in one day would be too exhausting for me (I’m older now and I have two children fighting each other every time when they are not sleeping). Therefore I planned a one night stay at a hotel nearby. Since the kids did not have to go to school and my in-law agreed to take care of them, I asked my wife to come along. And finally, since I had an overnight stay planned, I also planned to visit my mother’s tomb a well.
Long story short, I headed out from home at 6 in the morning with my wife, to take a breakfast at a nearby yumcha restaurant. They had this promotion of free drink for each meal purchased. The kopi was really nice, plus it was served in this fancy classic cup.
Breakfast
At 7 AM, we drove to Pondok Ranggon to visit my mother’s tomb. We met Pak D, the person in charge of taking care of the tomb. We also paid him the yearly maintenance fee. Since three of my mother’s siblings were buried at the same graveyard, we also visited and prayed for them.
Graveyard
From Pondok Ranggon, we drove again to Pereng, the graveyard for my grandfather in Bekasi. We were slighly late, but still in time for the procession. Most of the relatives were there, but some others could not come due to incompatibilities. In Chinese culture, there is a belief that if people with certain Chinese zodiac signs are not compatible with the deceased, bad luck may come.
The altar
Around 11.30, the procession started. A monk lead us in chanting to deliver my grandfather spirit. Fresh food were served on the altar, while fake paper money and clothes made of paper were burned with the hope that the deceased can use them in his afterlife.
Documentary video by my cousin Devi
Right after procession ended, rain poured hard. We waited until the rain eased, then said goodbye to each other. Most of them went back home, while I and my wife drove to Cikarang to spend the night there. I chose Cikarang because it’s not too far from Bekasi, halfway back to Bandung, and close to Meikarta.
In case you didn’t know, Meikarta was an ambitious real estate project in Cikarang area. It was mentioned in the news recently because they could not deliver the promised units to its customers. Honestly, I found their TV ad fishy since the beginning, reminding me of Terminator’s Skynet.

There was not much to see there (in Meikarta). Our hotel however, is located more of at the Lippo Cikarang area. It is more of an industrial complex (that are marked with thick yellow cells, if you play Sim City), where many factories were built around that area. When we arrived, we saw what looked like a Korean chatting with the security guard. A tourist, we thought.
We then checked in, took a shower (we were drenched in rain) and take a good nap, before heading out in the evening for dinner. The food in the hotel were relatively expensive, so we walked out a bit and had dinner at a simple Indonesian restaurant.
The next morning, we had early breakfast at 6 AM. It turned out that 90% of the guests eating breakfast were Koreans! Most of them bought their safety helmets, a sign that they work in civil engineering and their employers provided this hotel for their residency during their work in Cikarang. Even the hotel served a Korean menu. At 7 AM, we drove back to Bandung, as I had to work again.
But first, a selfie.
Marhaban Ya Ramadhan!

March 28, 2023
Long Weekends Part 5: Pocari Sweat Run

I woke up probably 4AM in the morning. Having prepared everything the day before, it didn’t much of hassle for me before A picked me up at 4.45. A and his wife D drove a car, picked me up in front of my housing complex, and drove us to the Pocari Sweat Run venue. This was one of the biggest running events in Indonesia. I participated in their 5km run back in 2019, but then stopped participating due to pandemic. In this 2022 event, there was no longer 5km run; only 10km or longer. Offline event only available for those submitting the ballot, got lucky, and willing to pay IDR 600.000. It was pretty expensive, but it also helped to push me to train harder because such expensive finisher medal was only given if the runner finished within 1 hour and 45 minutes.
We arrived at the venue somewhere around 5.15. A lost his pins to attach the bib to his shirt. I shared two of mine, so we both can run easily without holding the bib all the way. We took a selfie and another picture of those special runners tied to some baloons. They were the pacers, who would run at specified speed so that other runners can measure their own pace by looking at them in the vicinity.
Me and A doing selfie before run
The pacers
6 AM sharp was the flag-off for 10km run. West Java governor Ridwan Kamil was there as the frontmost contestant. For the rest, runners were divided into three groups, to disperse crowds. I and A were in the last group, and we decided to wait until the crowd dispersed even more before started running, due to fear of COVID-19.
We had a nice easy run at first, mostly because there were many runners around us. After running for half an hour, half of the runners were already behind us, and we could paced up. A was relatively fitter than me, and for the last kilometer, I asked him to run first and not wait for me. Fortunately, nearing the finish line I managed catch up and we finished almost together.
Finished in one hour eighteen minutes
D waited us at the finish line (but outside the area reserved for runners). After taking our finisher medals, I and A went out and look for her. It was not an easy task, since there were many people around to see this event. I and A took a chance to take a picture with our medals.
Me and A holding the finisher medals
Afterwards, we had our (second) breakfast at Toko You. This was a hidden gem located near Borromeus hospital. It was a relatively cool place with trees around the corner. Inside there were also some antiques like old motorcycle and circus bicycle. A and D recommended me a beer, and it was not disappointing. Just look at this beauty below.

August 20, 2022