Showing posts with label Job Attachment. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Job Attachment. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 24, 2015

Hobbits in the real world

I think I have been staying in The Netherlands long enough to experience many things, in fact, more than many touristy Malaysians. Having stayed at 5 different hotels and accommodations in The Netherlands throughout my business trip of 1.5 months and this has taught me one thing - I am not made for Europe.

Not surprising but somehow, I suffered 'discrimination' in Europe. Not the racism disparity that we hear of every day in the news e.g. foreigners being treated differently from the local/citizens. Nope. None of that. In fact, The Netherlands has been amazing to me in terms of equality and I felt really welcomed in all ways both as a tourist and worker.

The 'discrimination' I face daily in The Netherlands - is the prejudice against my height.




If you are great with general knowledge, who wouldn't know that the Dutch are the tallest people in the world. TALLEST, yes. It's cruel fact, and based on my personal experience with my Dutch counterparts that I stand only shoulder level to my Dutch female colleagues. For a Dutch male, 6 feet is slightly below average, while 5 ft 10" is average for a female. And I am like 5 ft flat.

5.0 - 5.5ft is normal for Asian females. If you jalan-jalan at the city, from afar, you can spot an Asian walking in the streets, and you can tell who are local and who is not - from their height.

I have seen 6 ft 5"  Dutch guy, but so are 3 out of 10 Dutch surrounding him. Mind you,that even if they are tall, many are NOT overweight or obese. Many are tall and still fit (unlike the Americans eh)!!



I did ask why. First I googled, and then I did query my colleagues on their height and fit built.


This was how Dutch Lady milk look like in those 1980s when I was a kid. Mum fed me lots of this, but still.....short.
1. Milk and Cheese

Yes, that's about it. That's the ONLY reason why the Dutch are so astronomically tall and are actually taller than the Icelanders: dairy. Over several decades, people in NL has ample supply of local milk and has had the knowledge of processing cheese. Milk and cheese are protein-rich foods and the Dutch are somewhat evolutionary immune to all types of milk products (=lactose tolerant). To date, if I go out for lunch with my Dutch colleagues, cheese, yoghurt, cold meats and wheat are staple. You can't escape cheeses from your lunches. And the Dutch despises low-fat milk/skimmed milk. No one buys them in supermarket and you may notice that there's 80% disparity of favouring full-cream milk over low-fat milk on the supermarket shelves.

And so I observed that hobbits like the Asians in a NL supermarket will go for CHEAP and LOW-FAT (hmmph why are Asians sooo scared of fats?). Therefore, you'll see Asians stocking up on low-fat milk/skim in their carts because it's cheaper than whole/full-cream milk, and yes, we like everything low-fat. We Asians are blinded to the fact that skim milk contains less nutrients (i.e. proteins, vitamins) and has more sugar content in it to make up for lost taste.

It is also sad that many Asians are lactose intolerant. I was in China for a business trip and my Chinese counterparts had a very 'difficult time' after I bought them Starbucks latte. If you notice in Beijing, Starbucks are springing like mushrooms but most Chinese still order flavoured tea or Americano (from my observation), as many can't enjoy milk in their coffee.



Right...so enough of why we Asians are hobbits while the Dutch are not. Let's discuss the disparity and indirect 'discrimination' we as Asians face in The Netherlands. This is TOTALLY true as this is based on the multitude of incidences I experienced in a single country alone.


1. I can't get to the shower head: 
Okay, so my mum advised that I am not supposed to lift my arms beyond my head to grab anything above me. It is an old wives' pantang because doing so may cause the baby in the womb to "drop" down and gets detached from my placenta, or intestines to curl around the baby's neck. To me, WHATEVER!! The problem is not the baby. The problem is I can't bring down the shower head to bathe my body. Two of the accommodations gave me a hard time as the room cleaners placed the shower head sooo damn high up, I can't bring it down for my kinda shower. Nope, tip toe won't do either. So, let it rain. There goes my wet hair everyday. 

This damn Dutch cleaners!!! Why they place the adjustable shower head so high? Never think of hobbits like us meh? 



2. I don't even have to sit on the toilet bowl:
You know, as a hobbit, I have to tip-toe (!) before I can properly position my beautiful buttocks on the the toilet bowl. I was thinking: my as well don't sit, and please go ahead doing your no. 1 and 2 standing. You freaking Dutch built the toilet bowls sooo damn high, never think for hobbits like me! Damn.

1. Can't see my face:
My father only could shave half of his mustache/stubble. I can't pop my pimples, while my mum can't see herself brushing her teeth. This is the consequence of the Dutch people placing their bathroom mirrors sooo high. Even tip-toeing can't help(!), and my dad didn't complete his shaving cause he can't see himself in the mirror.

WHY you put the mirror so damn high!?


4. Back out from the urinal:
This happened to my dad in a restaurant's toilet. There's urinal and there's a single toilet cubicle. Dad can't place his d*** to the urinal to pee because urinal was located at his waist-level. Not that my dad's d**k was not long enough; the urinals were placed sooo freaking high, he can't stand to pee. And at the same time, the cubicle was occupied at that time. Give up. Terus give up. And my dad is not that short, ok.

Why you Dutch sooo tall and place the male urinal soo high lah!?


5. Trouble signing my credit card for purchases:
Again, the table counters are so high (e.g. in museums, restaurants), I have to tip-toe to sign my credit card upon purchase. In The Hague, the Dutch lady behind the ticketing counter had a hard time hiding her giggles when she just saw my eyes and nose, but not my mouth. I had to tip-toe and sign my purchases, when she blurted: "Well, this place was built with ONLY the Dutch in mind",
Sucks.


Okay, end of my rant. Now I know why Dutch people are so great in many sports and dominates world arena - hockey, squash, soccer, swimming: they are tall. In sports, being tall beats talent/skills in many ways. I see our soccer team like looney tiny cartoon in the field against the Europeans. 

Nevertheless, if you do notice, Asians are slowly becoming taller. We have access to meat (protein), our kids are genetically more tolerant to dairy, and eating less rice (carbs) compared to our grandfathers and forefathers. Keep up the proteins, people!



Monday, May 25, 2015

Babymoon in The Netherlands

My office is somewhere here
I got a job-attachment for 1.5 months to Leiden, South Holland. I am delighted that my work as a research chemist does not confine me to the laboratory (which I initially feared) but also beyond the four chemical-laden walls. I am now doing computer simulations and modeling of chemical structures, so basically there's a lot of software/programming work to learn for a dead-wood-in-computing like myself. Oh well, gotta survive in this industry by learning new knowledge every time.

Hi from Amsterdam!
De Valk  windmill in Leiden
One mustn't miss the Leiden market on Weds and Sats.
Al fresco is what everyone here does. It's summer! 

One thing I felt blessed is that this job attachment-cum-training coincides with the 2nd trimester of my pregnancy. If you didn't know, this trimester is the most comfortable for a pregnant woman to travel because of decreasing morning sickness and stabilization of the womb inherently associated with this trimester. And another blessing: the appetite has escalated these few weeks!

Mum and I in the apartment
Leiden is located approximately 35 km south of Amsterdam. It's a large university town (like Serdang), and here lies the oldest university in The Netherlands, of course: Leiden University. Leiden is also the birthplace of Rembrandt van Rijn, the world's most famous painter. Personally, his painting makes more sense than Van Gogh's (but that's just me). Leiden town is basically sustained by its locals and university students alike. It's so much cleaner and fresher than hectic Amsterdam, and it's just a 15-min bus ride to the beautiful tulip gardens of Keukenhof. Leiden is peaceful; it's not that small nor large that you can't enjoy the entire town by foot, having very considerate drivers and cyclists and has some established Asian restaurants here for my baby just in case he craves for some gu lou yok rice (well, that did happened ok. See pic below).
This is gu lou yok rice my little baby craved. Ordered for 1 pax, but came a portion for three (no wonder Dutch people are tallest in the world).
My baby is good boy, I guess. Although the nausea is still here some times, my baby allows me to walk between 2-10 km around Leiden town and its vicinity. He does not complain because somehow baby knows that mummy here was a marathon runner and wouldn't let him complain anyway, because I want to walk as exercise. A walk from the my accommodation to my workplace within the university is approximately 2.1 km (one way), and if I feel tired after work or when the temperature drops to below 10C, I will take the bus. But of course, I would prefer to walk back to my accommodation to clock in another 2.1 km, but somehow the weather is still erratic. I am not impressed that summer temperatures can range from 7-23 degC. It’s sunny in the afternoon, and bamm, you get rain (the drizzle type) in the night. Some rain has got me into shivers and some had me run for shelter.

Chow mien, and tasted authentic.


Parents are here but only for 3 weeks. They make full use of the apartment by cooking chinese dishes for me. Yes, WARM dishes is what I deserve: ABC soup, bakkutteh, ginger chicken with rice, stir-fried (not broiled) broccoli with garlic, etc. The Dutch eats bread and sandwiches every single day - breakfast, dinner, lunch, and I wasn't complaining in the first week as I love bread and dairy products such as Dutch gouda cheeses and milk, but I think I have had it too much. Sandwiches here are frequently served with cold-cut meats; it looked and tasted raw. Doubt there's any bad bacteria in there but I think better avoid for pregnancy-sake.

Went to Amsterdam but was not impressed with the crowd. Amsterdam was very crowded on that particular holiday weekend, but more so, the people, cyclist here are less considerate and looked angry. Think KL vs. Ipoh drivers :-) In spite of that, Amsterdam is still worth a visit and has pretty with nice churches, architecture, and great museums. Made some milestone here: Walked 20 km(!) in total around Amsterdam, managed the famous Dutch pancake pannenkoek, went to eat at an Argentinian steakhouse, raked in some (free) cheeses, picnic by the park, and was part of the 500m queue to museums, not!

Dutch pancake with strawberries and syrup in Amsterdam - pannenkoek
Rijksmuseum featuring most of Rembrandt's work.
500 m queue to Rijksmuseum. Also same length at Van Gogh Museum
Park in front of the Rijksmuseum having a picnic of a time!
Bitterballen is a Dutch snack

Steak and pasta, for a change
I was also in The Hague, which is this the administration capital of The Netherlands. Just 15 min by train from Leiden, it offers much better supermarkets and shopping escapades. Of course, it is a very very much larger city compared to Leiden - with an established China Town there. There's an asian supermarket there but was ultimately disappointed there wasn't bak kut teh mix sold. I am happy I made a quick trip to The Hague as initially I was just thinking of lazying in the hotel, reading some journal articles. Milestones in The Hague: Maruitshuis Museum containing Rembrandt's self portrait and Vermeer's Girl in a Pearl Earrings, Parliament house (Binnenhof), ChinaTown, Grote Market, Chinese restaurant (Fat Kee) and Primark to buy some quality baby clothing.


The Maritshuis

Like Mona Lisa, everyone wants to see her. But I am not quite sure why.
Got near to the very famous Vermeer's Girl in a Pearl Earring. 
Rembrandt's last self-potrait before he died the same year he painted this.

Dutch Parliamentary area

Babymoon, it is.
I will be alone once again when they return to Malaysia very soon. But I am not quite lonely because for 2 weeks already, I started feeling my boy kicking. At one point, he kicked me so damn hard to request for me to rest from the over-walking around The Hague. I am so enjoying the freshest of air and good quality of life here, but this is not home. Where's the teh tarik and nasi lemak in the morning? Where's my bakkutteh and Sentul hokkien noodles? My heart is still back home, and my heart is now where my hubby is who could be lying there reading his economic book, or maybe ironing his own clothes, or giggling at some funny Cantonese movie. Miss you much, hubby!

Here are some photos of me and my parents Keukenhof, four days before it closes for the rest of the year.
The tulips has bloomed, indicating end of the season.



Can you believe the various colours of lilies here. I thought they only come in white and pink.




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