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When starting a bad day..

I woke up and my head was heavy.
Crying before sleep was never good for your mood. Especially when you determine to always start the day with a good thought.
So...
I woke up,
Brew my coffee,
Sip it slowly,
Took a shower,
and put my best dress on.
One that I bought from.. maybe a year ago, but never wear it, karna ini cuma baju rumahan biasa tapi modelnya lucu. Simple, cute color, a mix of army green meets soft orange, celana selutut sporty style, and two layers of top; cute army green tank top covered with cute soft orange with an asymmetrical cutting-bat wing. I feel like photo shooting for magazine cover when putting this one.

And that.. my friend.. was how I managed to survive the online meeting. Everything after those scenes is good. Because all I did was sitting on my chair facing the door, a bit view of the peak of neighbor's tree and sitting therefrom after the meeting until I write this post at 9.36 pm. Not moving let alone sleeping.

Tahu-tahu sore, dan belum makan siang. Habis makan siang lanjut ngetik sebentar tahu-tahu magrib dan kepala berat. Another coffee to sip, padahal my rule is one cup a day and one cup only.

But I'm happy now, not because I survive the day, but because I get to know my self better. So this is how to handle me when starting a bad day.

***
Bogor, March 30th, 2020.
So my first 16 days of quarantine was to finish this one report revision, answering all the questions from HCVRN, and I LOVE it! Yes I do! It's not me being sarcastic, I love keeping my mind busy with all those questions and finding the answers. I hope the result will be as excited as I am now, and I'm no longer afraid of someone's belittling me because of my excitement.
Anyway,
I still have works to do,
And I LOVEIT LOVEIT LOVEIT!
Here's a photo from Ka Bukhi and I, at Lake Toba Festival 2017. After this is all over, I'll drive from Bogor to her place, just to see her bulk store in Jogja. She's thriving doing what she loves! 


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