Saved by the beer!

From November 2011 to Mid April 2012, I worked at home, and this totally changed my sleeping hours. Because I was the one who set my own deadlines, I let myself go to bed early morning, and wake up late. I was the bat girl, really. Then this should change when I got a 9 to 5 job. There was no other way: I had to end my ‘alive at night and dead in the morning’ habit. I only had less than a week to reset my sleeping hours. Shoot! I started to panic.

An idea came to me: cough syrup before normal bed time. This would make me drowsy and fall asleep. But then I feared that it could become addictive, so I thought this should be the last resort. Days passed me by without any success. I stayed up till morning, still. I only got three nights left before my first day of work.

Help came when I started to tweet my concern. A friend replied: ‘Try beer. Always works.” So the next day, I went to Circle K and bought myself Bintang Beer, the big one. At 8:00 pm I drank and finished it in 15 minutes. I fell asleep an hour afterwards. Sleeping hours reset! To seal my success, I repeated the process in the next evening.

I think one of my recent achievements is I managed to be a morning person. With help of my Blackberry alarm, of course. Gone are days when I woke up feeling beaten up. And no more beer needed for a loud and clear,  “Rise and shine!”

PS. I tweeted and mentioned my friend, saying thanks for her brilliant suggestion. “Bintang works!” I said. Then she replied, “Well, Heineken works even better!” Doesn’t matter. To me, if I can go local, I’ll go local.

Optional Rice-not Dinner

Maia Estianty, the Indonesian singer, song writer and producer, said that she doesn’t eat rice to keep in shape. I took pride in people saying I look like her, but I wasn’t proud of my tummy at all, so quite foolishly, I followed what she said.

I’ve been hearing about this carbo diet thing, but I never really made time to research on it. I just jumped into some key points I read on an online woman’s magazine: 1. eating all but rice will make your tummy flat; 2. It’s not torturing at all, because it allows you to eat whenever you want. Then, I bumped into this lady, a middle-aged human resources director of a hotel I worked for. We shared a table in a lunch time when I saw that her plate was filled in quite abundance: chicken satays, beef curry, steamed vegetables, tofu, and not a single rice. And this lady looked elegantly slim. She went like that day by day: eat generously and stay slim.
This note is not meant to encourage women to do a certain type of diet. I was a scholar before, but I keep the ethics of not perceiving anything as truth without proper research and literature. Let’s not go into that for now. I’m just going to say that I have formulated my own diet. I need to feel good for myself, and I guess I love myself too much to torture my body and risk ruining my mood even in the name of ‘ideal shape’. I eat rice for lunch and anything but rice for dinner. I nearly got the tummy I’ve desired, and most importantly, I eat all I put on my plate. No leftover. 

From Hero to Zero, to ME!

May 2008. I moved to Bali as an ‘undercover agent’. From ‘somebody’ to ‘nobody’. A ‘hero’ falling from grace. That was pretty much how my situation was. I had a promising career as a college professor, got my MA and all, then…. BAM! Some illusionist turned me into no one. That illusionist was me.

It was not very easy to lead a life as an ‘undercover’. I wasn’t who I had been, because in this place, no one knew nor care of what I had achieved. And me? I lost the case completely. I lost appetite to even trying to prove myself. I sat on a throne when I was still teaching; I knew exactly what I wanted to do. I was superior in the eyes of my students. They believed what I had to say. Well… talking in general, of course! But in Bali, I was a rookie in the hospitality business. I was a rookie in everything Bali. I was a rookie in humbleness.
May 2012. I think I’m in control again. I hold my pen, richer in perspectives, yet humbler.