Saturday

Thursday

Midnight Thoughts.

Certain songs. Aku nggak terbiasa buat mendengarkan lagu hanya berdasar pada kondisi hati saat itu aja. Mendengarkan lagu romantis saat sedang jatuh cinta. Mendengarkan lirik mengiris saat ada nyeri di dada. Mendengarkan hanya karena gelombang yang merambat nyaman di telinga.

Menurutku, lagu yang baik mampu bercerita. Membawa orang-orang ke tempat yang belum pernah mereka kunjungi, pada kisah-kisah yang menjadi milik lagu itu sendiri. Menurutku, lagu yang bisa impersonate people's feelings sound great. Tapi hanya lagu jenius yang bisa membuat orang yang mendengar merasakan apa yang diceritakan lagu tersebut, bahkan saat orang itu sedang tidak mengalami perasaan yang sama.

Aku punya sindrom suka memikirkan jutaan potong gambar saat mendengarkan lagu, terutama saat sedang berada di atas kendaraan--entah yang belum atau sudah terjadi, mungkin lebih sering belum terjadi. Mungkin bukan aku aja. Kadang, dan hanya pada saat-saat yang istimewa, aku bertemu orang-orang yang merasa dan mengalami hal serupa. Dan betapa nyamannya saat-saat itu, bersama dengan orang yang berbicara dengan bahasa yang sama. Nada-nada, irama, ketukan yang serupa. Seakan kata-kata hanyalah satu di antara ribuan sarana. Seakan-akan, hanya dengan mendengar lagu yang sama dan memejamkan mata, kemudian membayangkan hal yang sama, membuat waktu seakan berhenti selamanya.

Ini beberapa judul lagu yang beberapa minggu terakhir aku dengerin.

Kodaline - Way Back When
Kindness - Swingin Party
Chick and soup - Favorite Afternoon
Of Monster and men – Lakehouse
My Chemical Romance - Summertime
Lifehouse - Nobody Listen

Nggak semuanya baru, nggak semuanya baru aku tahu. Summertime misalnya, adalah lagu yang pernah jadi bagian dari seseorang dari masa lalu. Lagu-lagu lama, lagu-lagu baru, aku nggak peduli. Aku sudah berada pada titik di mana mengikuti apa yang sedang dunia gandrungi bukanlah hal penting lagi. Hari-hari ini, aku mulai merasakan masa remajaku sedikit demi sedikit menghilang. Masa remaja itu seakan berhenti. Tapi aku tetap berjalan. Seperti larva yang keluar dari kepompong, tersendat, karena ternyata diganjal sayap. Kepompong itu berhenti, tetap ada, tapi aku udah nggak bersemayam di dalamnya. Aku merasa mulai memiliki alur waktu sendiri, yang berbeda dari sebelumnya, mungkin juga berbeda dari orang-orang lain yang lewat di sekelilingku. Aku sudah tidak terlalu bisa merasa apa yang mereka rasa, tidak tertarik dengan apa yang menarik mereka, dan tidak merasa perlu mengikuti lagi. Aku merasa punya dimensi sendiri. Bukan lagi di dalam kepompong. Tapi di udara bebas. Yang justru pada kenyataan, berparadoks lebih memiliki batas dibanding dunia dalam kepompong. Yang lagi-lagi, juga bisa kutemui pada orang-orang yang mulai menjalani hidup sebagai pribadi yang.. dewasa. Atau mungkin aku hanya lelah jadi remaja. Dan ingin menjadi dewasa.

Menyenangkan, melihat bagaimana dunia bekerja. Ikut mengetahui apa yang semua orang lain tengah lakukan dan alami. Berkendara di jalan yang berkelok-kelok, tertawa, lagu-lagu menemani mereka.. Senang rasanya masih ada orang-orang yang tidak lupa untuk berbahagia dan merasakan waktu yang seakan selalu memburu.


Terlalu banyak hal yang kualami di usiaku.

Aku suka berpergian. Sejak orang tuaku belum bercerai sampai sekarang, rasanya berpergian sudah menjadi bagian dari hidup itu sendiri. Di dalam kandungan aku sudah merasakan berpergian di atas awan. Di umur 3 aku sudah menjelajahi Institut Seni Indonesia dan berkenalan dengan beberapa orang yang sekarang megah berkarya. Tanpa papa mama. Di umur 4 aku sudah membuktikan borobudur memang pantas dinamai keajaiban dunia, musim hujan kota bandung, hotel berbintang di ibu kota, indahnya pantai-pantai bali, menyakini jatim park merupakan miniatur indonesia, dan betapa menenangkan melihat sinar matahari pagi menembus pepohonan dari balik jendela. Duduk di bangku SD, salah satu kerabat mengenalkanku pada seorang profesor di Surabaya. Mama bilang aku harus pindah sekolah ke Surabaya yang bisa melayani kelas akselerasi, karena dari beberapa tes dinyatakan bahwa aku memiliki IQ di atas rata-rata anak seusaku dengan kemampuan membaca, menulis dan memahami cerita.

Aku dibawa ke seminar-seminar. Tapi hal itu menghancurkanku. Aku tidak suka diperlakukan seperti itu. Aku tidak tahu apa-apa. Konsep kompetisi, konsep jenjang pendidikan, pengekangan, kewajiban. Saat itu kelas akselerasi tidak sefleksibel sekarang. Mungkin belum matang, apalagi untuk jenjang sekolah dasar. Aku tertekan. Bullying masih merajalela. Belum genap 2 tahun, aku pun (memaksa) kembali ke kota asalku dan mengulang sekolah dasar.

Aku mulai kembali menjadi diriku.

Sejak kecil, aku tidak akan melakukan hal-hal yang tidak aku suka. Terutama jika dipaksa. Meski aku bisa, aku tidak mau. Meski aku mampu, aku tidak mengusahakan.

Memasuki SMP, aku beruntung bertemu dengan dua guru yang sangat mendukungku. Mereka selalu mendorongku dan sangat memercayakan padaku hal-hal yang bahkan tidak aku yakini. 6 piala tidak akan kubawa pulang tanpa paksaan, tanpa dorongan (dalam arti sebenarnya). Tanpa mereka aku tidak akan repot-repot mendapatkannya. Sungguh. Sudah kubuktikan di bangku SMA. Hanya satu piala, itu pun karena untuk mengikutinya aku diminta. Tidak terlalu ada usaha, iseng, dan hanya membawa pulang juara tiga. Setelah itu pun aku tidak berminat mengikuti lagi.

Aku masih tidak melakukan hal-hal yang tidak membuatku tertarik. Tapi saat hal itu datang, butuh modal dan peralatan untuk membuatnya, menjadikan dan mengembangkannya. Film pendek misalnya. Aku bisa, dengan alat seadanya pun bisa. Namun aku biasanya memikirkan hal yang membutuhkan benda-benda yang lebih dari apa yang ada. Karena, to be realistic, triger videography, industri kreatif dan sejanisnya, selain butuh kreativitas dan lingkungan sosial yang mendukung, juga utuh alat-alat sophisticated terntetu, yang butuh duit hahahaha atau beberapa potong keberuntungan. Ga deng hahah i'm on my way for it. Doakan ya. Sedang menggodok dan menyusun 'peta' baru, jalan yang akan sedikit memutar untuk bisa kembali ke jalur passion awalku. Nggak mudah dengan kondisi yang serumit sekarang, but i know it is a process.


Sebenernya sampai sekarang aku bertanya-tanya, mengapa aku tidak mempunyai ambisi. Terutama ambisi untuk menang. Meski aku bisa. Meski aku mampu. Atau mungkin aku adalah seorang pemalas. Kemudian aku bertanya-tanya. Apakah 'ambisi' dan 'menang' ini memang refers to the race di dalam 'stadion'ku yang itu aja? Berarti aku sedang masuk ke stadion yang salah? Engga. Sepertinya, seluruh dunia ini bisa dianggap semesta. Dan setiap individu berhak untuk memilih menjadi anggota himpunan yang mana. Kita sedang tidak berkompetisi jika bahkan permainan yang kita ikuti berbeda. Mungkin memang ada permainan induk yang terbesar (dan terkompleks yang pernah ada) bernama semesta, di mana terdapat, dalam konteks ini, human race itu sendiri. Tapi di dalamnya masih ada jutaan himpunan. Dan menilik kasusku sebelumnya, kelumpuhan karakterku, karena aku mungkin memforce diriku sendiri untuk tetap berada dalam suatu himpunan yang tidak seharusnya. Karena saat aku ditugaskan atau mengerjakan bidang yang sangat aku suka, aku justru kelewat perfeksionis dan seliar kuda. Dan to be somse, memang banyak yang suka. Sayangnya, hal-hal ini dianggap tidak penting oleh orang-orang di sekitarku yang sebelumnya. Hal-hal yang mungkin bahasa gaulnya sidestream. Underground. Gak prestisius dan gak bisa bawa ke luar negri. Bukan konferensi, bukan prestasi ilmiah, bukan kecerdasan matematis, bukan kecerdasan tampil di muka umum. Suck.

Sampai Pak Dibyo menemukan tulisanku. Dan beliau tertarik akan 'keanehanku' ini. Suatu saat ia mengumpulkan tulisan-tulisan kami. Dari setiap kelas, biasanya dipilih 3-4 karya. Dari kelasku ada Puput, Nana, Reyhan dan aku. Pada beberapa kesempatan setelahnya beliau (yang genar mendiskusikan banyak hal) kembali menyinggung hal-hal itu. Pada suatu pembicaraan beliau mengungkit soal pendidikan dan sistemnya, outputnya dan implementasinya. Beliau kemudian mengutarakan bahwa aku menarik. Beliau mendengar dari guru lain tentang kemampuan akademisku. Aku sangat menonjol pada suatu hal, tapi sangat kurang di suatu hal lain. Kata beliau di depan kelas, seharusnya orang sepertiku sayang kalau bersekolah di sistem seperti ini. Harusnya aku bisa berkembang dan jadi diriku sendiri pada sekolah khusus. Terutama yang menganut sistem liberal arts. Semoga bukan samaran halus dari sekolah luar biasa ya.

Beberapa hari terakhir aku meminjam buku-buku yang berbeda dari biasanya. Kisah-kisah yang, meski dua, tiga tahun terasa lebih muda, membuatku segar. Seperti memugar kembali perasaanku. Seperti mengingatkan aku tentang arti hal yang dimiliki manusia: rasa.

Mungkin produksi hormon oksitosin, dopamine atau norepinephrineku jadi meningkat. Meski ceritanya bukan ceritaku, kadang tanpa cerita-cerita yang demikian dunia terasa seakan terlalu serius dan terburu-buru. Penuh. Penat. Yang nyata terasa fana. Hidup seperti hanya mengejar masa depan, dan melupakan, mengabaikan hari ini. Bahagia terasa sangat jauh, jauh di depan. Aku hanya ingin.. merasa bahagia sejak sekarang, setiap hari, hingga nanti. Nanti yang sudah ditentukan.

Suatu hari aku terbagun di kamar di rumah.

Pagi itu aku memutuskan untuk berjalan-jalan dengan diriku sendiri. Melewatkan waktu bersama, mengobrol dan bercerita bersama. Betapa cepatnya lima tahun berlalu. Betapa banyaknya orang-orang yang dulu ada pergi. Betapa banyak wajah-wajah baru yang singgah. Betapa banyak hal-hal yang seharusnya terjadi. Berapa banyak kesempatan yang terlewat. Berapa banyak mimpi yang tetap menjadi angan. Seberapa jauh jalan yang sudah ditempuh. Seberapa cepat. Seberapa jauh lagi. Seberapa dekat. Sampai-sampai aku takut. Meski tidak lebih takut dari fenomena bernama overpopulasi dan hukum eksponensialnya.

Pagi itu kulalui bersama diriku, pikiranku, perasaanku, jiwaku, ragaku, harapan dan angan-anganku.

Perjalanan, menurutku, bisa ke mana saja.

Tapi perjalanan ke dalam diri sendirilah yang paling mengesankan. Perjalanan ini, mengorbankan banyak hal. Sekaligus melegakan. Ego, keangkuhan, rasa bersalah, penyesalan, penyangkalan, dan penerimaan. Segala dimensi dan hukum dunia seakan menciut, menyusut. Manusia lahir setiap hari, dan mati setiap menitnya. Manusia-manusia lain sibuk menafsirkan pesan-pesan pencipta. Menebak, mencari,  menemukan, mengembangkan. Agar membuat diri mereka berguna, berarti, bernilai. Tapi apakah ini alasan mengapa dunia ada? Menciptakan peradaban? Yang pada akhirnya akan........musnah? Banyak orang yang sukses menciptakan materi, lalu bagaimana kabar mereka setelah mati? Apa yang mereka lakukan? Akan kemana kah kita jika seluruh hal sudah ditemukan? Penghargaan, nobel, keliling dunia, ke luar angkasa... ke luar galaksi, menembus kecepatan cahaya.... sampai manakah manusia mampu membatasi dirinya? Atau, terbatasi oleh yang Ilahi? Ataukah batas yang kita ciptakan di dunia menentukan seberapa jauh kita akan pergi setelah meninggalkan keterbatasan itu sendiri? Setelah mati? Ataukah tepat di ujung hari kita menjalani kehidupan, yakni sesaat sebelum kita meninggalkan keterbatasan, akan ada sebuah tanda, piala, tentang seluruh hal yang kita lakukan di dunia?

Siapakah yang pertama kali menciptakan konsep cita-cita? Angan-angan? Karena hal itulah yang membuat jiwa tetap mengisi raga untuk menjalani kehidupan. Sebuah konsep yang naif, tapi adiktif. Sebuah konsep yang materialistis tapi dinamis. Sebuah konsep yang... teramat sangat.. besar.

Monday

Logika akan membawamu dari A ke B.
Imajinasi akan membawamu kemana pun kau mau.

-Albert Einstein

Thursday

Monday

Pernah gak sih dalam suatu waktu, you've been this way for long time, thinking you've done these whole things alone, but one day, you find that apparently your idol thinks and writes and sees the way you exactly do. BAM.

Aku kenal Olga Elisa menjelang akhir tahun 2014. I accidentally saw her post on my following likes-feed, and I directly stalked her home feed. Wow, I love her visual perspective, like how she sees through things and constructs her feed to be a delicious brain digest and nutritious for the visual cortex. And she writes too. And she blogs. And her simplicity (i knew the number of the so called monochromatic style and endorsement and celebgrams are increasing these days, and that everyone is going to be on their own path being a new visual celebrity with these fancy model-look or traveling feed, i've seen so many women users been done that awhile) but hers is natural, original and, honest.

I once felt so connected with her but, I was not in that level to stalk further (like to her blog or profiles), I just loved having hers on my feed (bc i rarely follow celebs and or nonsense user such cantik sana cantik sini--I had, but I stopped last year hehe).

Until I unfollowed her.

And she came to a talk held on a literally-300-meters-away-from-my-bedroom venue. And I didn't come. And my friend, who has actually recognized her later than me (padahal dia join the community duluan) took a photo with her, posted it on instagram, and I was like.. chatted him at second.

That damned evening, I had nothing to do on my bedroom, feeling lonely and useless and unproductive, and unfortunatelyy, left a very hot event held nearby.

Then I began to be so curious about the lady. Then BAM.

What she writes on blog, about herself, the way she answered the interviews, bring me away on de javu. It's like I have written my own and thought and seen the same exact way as hers.

Then I went more on what she is doing. I visit her linkedin, and stalk her job, her foundations and, I also would never guess I did so, googled her kind of job's salary.

I found my self. This can probably save me!!! I've been kind of lost these days, stressing out on the fact that I will do accounting for money on my whole life, and it's really haunting me, and I started to freak out. No. I do my grade very well, but I do not like to do this actually. I know, it's a shame. You will see me as an immature young lady who's been living a life she's totally not.

At young age, I learned that I should be the one I want to be, the one I've been dreaming of. At the juvenile, I learned that society will force you to be whoever they want you to be and it's called reality. That learning philosophy is a total vain, and creating cool videos and writing won't really makes you a thing. It's not enough. You should aim more real, be that one, and creating your own fairy tale.

And reality hits me deep down on the deepest depth. That I fall on the accounting choice. Because it makes money, and people need you more when you are going this way.

How about my passion of books, and movie, and musics. Well every people also loves it. And they can become expert on it practically. And being the one who thinks it will be your life looks unreal. BUT I LOVE PEOPLE. I LOVE WRITING. I LOVE CREATING A MOTION PICTURE. I AM EXCEEDINGLY IN LOVE IN DIGITAL AND MODERN ARTS. And I am not an expert of em all. I just twice or some times made a people-said awesome videos, and succeed a concept and teamwork of self-done coolest yearbook of four years, and wrote a people-liked stuffs. And this is wrong. I don't have enough money to buy the cooler mirrorless camera, or macbook, or theory of the good film-making, or an adsensed blog. I haven't manage them all in a proper way. But there are so many people who loved the things that I love and they strive for it or maybe use their money to make it happen.

But I just went for another direction. My family keeps asking me why and why, 'you should have been choosing communications, or film course at ISI (i actually applied but left it for my current major), or visual communication design.. or matthew keep asking me to set a plot and start writing a cool book, and or my seniors and juniors keep wondering why am i not going for loans and studying on Jakarta or somewhere else that have a bigger deal for these stuffs.

I just keep doing my best on accounting. Then I found Olga Elisa. And I feel I found myself back.

She once said on an interview,

What is your true passion and vision in life?
I’m a person with big dreams and I'm passionate about many things; art, design, literary, people, and digital stuff! But when it comes to my life vision, I want to live a slow living life, someday, somehow. Just like most people today, we tend to lose the real meaning of the life we live. We talk about targets, strive to reach achievements, while time ticks as a burden as if it is chasing us down. I want to fully appreciate and enjoy life and what’s within, with no excuse. Doing what I'm passionate about is my bridge towards my vision.

and this other interview, which I have written on my bio too! EXACT THINGS.

My happiness is just as simple as good book, good movie, and good music. Saya hobi membaca dari kecil, dan terkadang saya juga menulis, walaupun cuma sekedar nangkring di blog.
Untuk film, saya suka film dengan gambar yang brilliant seperti Amelie dan film - filmnya Wes Anderson. Musik, teman-teman bilang saya cukup random, karena playlist favorit saya berisi lagu-lagu Bobby Caldwell, Simply Red, Sade, Incognito, Earth, Wind, and Fire, tapi tiba-tiba ada lagunya Naughty Boy (hahaha..red)

and on her blog,
Olga Elisa.She claims herself as a full time human who lives in the idea of God’s imaginarium. Frequently caught denying reality, she shares all of her thoughts and imaginations trough words, photographs, or maybe your head.

Jadi siapa sih dia ini?
Olga Elisa adalah seorang sarjana arsitektur lulusan UGM, yang memutuskan untuk menekuni bidang digital, marketing dan branding sebuah yayasan NGO bernama YACB Foundation (yayasan Cinta Anak Bangsa Fd). Dia juga merupakan Founder dari Do Something Indonesia, sebuah program asal USA yang kemudian berafiliasi di beberapa negara dan berfokus pada perubahan sosial bagi kalangan anak muda.

And a summary on linkedin which becomes the most mind-blowing thing that has hit me hard:

Right after I graduated, a prospective employer once ever laughed at me, as he said; 'So you graduated from architecture school, and now running business in digital world while being a freelance photographer, then applying for this sales position? You're losing orientation.'​
 

At the moment, I was struck by his words, and it remained in my head for a pretty long time afterwards. It made me rethink about what I really want. Positively talking, it was such a wake up call to get to know about what my real passion is at the first place.
 

I realized that I always enjoy being in the realm of creativity and strategic thinking. I believe that being demanded to think out of the box is one thing that keeps human alive. Yet, to be able to produce a work that people can enjoy and create impact for others is another noteworthy thing.
Deciding to dive in quite different world from my education background, I tend to be an observer and a self learner. I've been working in many jobs, both as a full timer and freelancer; digital specialist, social program coordinator, freelance social media consultant, freelance market researcher, freelance photographer, and freelance content writer.
 

Feel free to reach out if you want to talk about one of those areas.
 
Specialties: photography, social media strategy, marketing strategy, market research, trendspotting, social campaign, community development, graphic & branding design, content writing.

Sunday

Friday

Where do you think I fit into?

I genuinely love the idea of idea itself. I love observing people and their minds, their creations, then I usually curate them into journals and notes and, whenever I go, thru or passing by these cute artworks or maybe quotes or books, or even some lovely settings, architecture, photographs, visual, I keep it in my scratches notebook. I love creating the ideas, I love sharing them, mostly in visual motion or pictures, and words, and combine it with some particular musics. I love seeing things. Wondering things. Noticing my surroundings.

I love being in-charge in certain projects and works that contain arts, visual, dynamic production with creative people and collaborating the thoughts, the soul together. I really enjoy reading. Words, quotes, again―ideas, stories, thoughts, philosophy, idea again.. mostly the very basic idea why we are here, alive. breathing. thinking. feeling.

For me body is only a medium. In this dimension of space and time, you need this body system to be not considered as ghost. But soul is everything. I mean, your body without a soul remains a corpse. Without body we're only floating spirits, but a body itself also has imprisoned our souls. It cuts some possibilities. It helps our souls to do lots of things, but in the other consequences it limits ours to do other things. We called it the adverb: physically. An the noun: reality.

Talk about this space and time dimension, so, the idea of travel the world is irrelevant anymore (?) I mean, look, with a vivid retina display screen notebook and very good quality of wifi, we can travel the world. Our mind experiences it. We can type and google and surf and stream to wherever we want, we can take a look, follow the updates and whatever happens there to seconds, we'll be able to know oh there is this thing, and that one too and so on. But not real, not physically.

Actually we can follow the class. No, we can't. We only follow the matter, the books or modules or theme they are talking, but we won't experience and even happen to hear the real voice of the lecturers, speakers, and their accent and the competitive atmosphere right there at time---wait, we can do video calls or long distance interaction, but again not physically. I mean, our indras (eyes, ears) do, but not physically, we're not there, it's virtual. Not real. Dimension limits us, our body is only a medium. It's basically known by: not at all.

So, back again to my thought about body and soul. Body helps the soul as the medium. But the soul itself, the most vivid soul belongs to they who awaken the minds to create ideas. So idea is the very inner core, essence of our lives. I mean, this kind of life on earth is very short and temporary, and we'll live in this other next level called forever in another dimension. I dont know what stuffs belong to that dimension, if it's still time and space or maybe anything, I literally can never guess.

But really, God gives us this common sense of mind, idea, reason, intellect or whatever you call so we could be distinguished from animals. And this common sense help us to grow the knowledge, the society, the civilization, the culture. And value. And money. And there was Adam Smith and there was Karl Marx. And then the capitalism happened. And the world is getting creepier today, for everyone's ruled by it. Intellect's bought. Moral's bought. The idea's bought. Well there are still plenty doing school and college for passion, for their exceeding curiosity for education and knowledge, for building the self esteem and actualization as it was placed on the top of Maslow's hierarchy of needs.. And still, everyone think people who takes major in philosophy is vain, regardless of Socrates, Plato, Aristotle.. who taught us the basic of knowledge itself.

People think of job and working and money and prosperity, and capitalism takes over the society and knowledge, and people start to just live and work, time is money, no need to look around and breathing, and keep achieving, running, forgetting to enjoy the road, attempting to enjoy the top of the road, which is the end, and then.. well, it works differently depends on the people. Some enjoy sitting along, reading the newspaper and books and brewing coffee. Some stress over the doing-nothing in their old days dealing with a very productive and intense young lives.. your body, which is limiting your mind and soul, will not let you travel the world and walk along the most extreme, exotic and private beach.

You are not just living, and working, and keep moving, and dead. You need to L I V E this life. Instead of wasting your time, you will curse yourself for having a very limited time, and limited will of the body, at your old days. Or if you even don't mind the limited time just to remember and tell your grandchildren the golden days of the younger you. It is up to you.

I don't say you must stop working and achieving. I don't say you should waste your whole time to think and notice the lives. I suggest you not to forget on balancing your life.

And die with no regret.

She is genius.


Tuesday

“I believe the universe wants to be noticed. I think the universe is inprobably biased toward the consciousness, that it rewards intelligence in part because the universe enjoys its elegance being observed. And who am I, living in the middle of history, to tell the universe that it-or my observation of it-is temporary?”
John Green

Monday

A DIET REVOLUTION

Good morning.


I just wanna make some quick post. Well, yeah, holiday has made me gaining some weight and to be honest, it is not about being fat or ugly or not being pretty, skinny, etc. ButI don't know, just how a few weeks, in case less than 3 weeks, my body could change so fast. Like how strong, how bad the fat did I eat? How many carbs intakes I had?

I, then, feel unhealthy. I have done the eating mistakes for real here in my whole life.

No diet never means the recipe of getting skinnier. It is always a world's first mistake. Grandma told me this big deal when I was 8 and instead of most people here in Indonesia think, dictionary said:

ˈdīət/
noun
noun: diet; plural noun: diets

1. the kinds of food that a person, animal, or community habitually eats.
2. a special course of food to which one restricts oneself, either to lose weight or for medical reasons.

Well, it's the way you eat. An obese person, he also has diets. Maybe eating junks and high cholesterol foods everyday.


Until on the last Monday of September, I went to the wholesale market. An these were what I bought:
A pack of Green Tea (Brewed)
A pack of Oatmeal
A sack of Brown Rice.

While here is my current daily digestion:
/Breakfast/
At the morning I drink 2 glasses of Mineral Water until one day it ought to be 12 at minimum and 3 liter as wished.
I brew the green tea (lenten)
Then I cook a bowl of Oatmeal (also lenten because I don't blend it with milk, it would make me even bigger)

/Lunch/
Because I am not a vegan, so I still go to the faculty cafe, and instead of eat nothing I buy a plate of:
1. The veggies: kale (my favorite), broccoli soup, or whatever it offers that day
2. The vegetal side dish: especially dried tempeh, or tempeh bacem, or for real, the tuna fish
3. The angel hair. HAHA you should google it. In Indonesia it is called so'on or bihun. Yesh I still need the carbo, I just cut the intake. I substitute these white carbs with the complex carbs which will make me fueled a bit longer (e.g.: brown or wheat bread not the whites, etc)
4. If I lunch outside at some cafe that offers the brown rice, thank God.
5. And I go for 2 sip of yakult every noon.
6. I still can consume chicken or anything but it should be baked. Well at least I tried. And if not, I still eat fried food. But it is important not to consume the junk one.

BUT.

I can never ever replace or substitute or stop consuming the SWEET ICED TEA. Never. Oh that was the genuine, classic guilty pleasure of mine. I consider myself as lucky tho, because soda is the biggest no and I don't like it so I can enjoy the lower level of a sweet guilty pleasure.

AND yes I stop eating at 6 pm. Or I'll only consume krupuk, peyek, and some other wind-containing meals.

Hope it works. Mom got surprised about her daughter becoming a vegan. NO SHE'S NOT.

PS. You can follow me, it's healthy :) and just a simple tips but it helps really; only if you're feeling bored and about to stop and frustrating, saying you cant bear the lentenship they bring inside you anymore,
visit google and tumblr and search these beauty of food combinations. It motivates you. Visual speaks louder right?

Saturday

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