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3 Hours Detox

Yes I know, the writing on the paper said 1 week, not 3 hours.
Well, maybe some of you can guess what happen here.
I failed my day 1 detox diet, actually it’s not even 24 hours, I only survive 3 hours. I drank carrot and orange juice, no ice and no sugar and it tasted like shit. Hahaha. During the day, I feel nausea. My back, as usually stiff.

Then, I heard one of my colleague said, “Let’s order Nasi Padang, sounds yummy for our lunch!” Dang it!  I was like drooling and nod my head to my colleagues who knows that I’m on my first day of so called detox diet. And, she was laughing at me. Poor me. Hahaha.

What happen next? Of course I said to myself, “Okay, I’ll begin my detox diet on Monday.” Then, I wrote down my order which is… errr are.. 1/2 portion of rice, ayam pop, cincang, and perkedel. So much for dieting, eh!?

Dududududu.. And, I eat and eat til I’m bloated. Then one of the fattest guy in my office with stinky odor, and guess what, his chair is constantly wet because he easily sweating, come to me and said, “Ah no wonder you’re fat. You eat like that!” Ouch, I snapped back and said, “What? Fatso!!!”

Then, my messenger pop-up, one of my friend IM-ing me, and said, “I heard you couldn’t donate your blood. Huh, must be because you’re overweight.”

Dang it! What’s with people today? They are so mean and insensitive. I turn off my IM, and hit the gym (which I planned since yesterday) with S, my friend. I was doing treadmill, well I’m not an athlete, but I love feeling myself sweaty. Hihihi. I touch my hair, and it’s sweaty, amigo! Hahahha.

So let’s go back to the start. What’s with the fuss with my weight. Because in one week I received many complaints, well they actually mocking me. Calling me fat etc. Then I realized, I wanna look good on May, on that particular photographs, I wanna be healthier.

So that’s why I choose detox diet, which I swear to God, I will do that in Monday. Treadmill everyday in my office plus yoga every Tuesday and swimming every Sunday. Yeah, I’m a girl with lots of PLANS! Hehehehe..

Oh yeah, tomorrow I’m gonna do Reggaeton and Core Motion Class! One of the perks being a journalist is you got the chance having free trial. In Four Season, Baby!!

Wish me luck!

p.s.: my boyfriend is sick, so I canceled my Reggaeton and Core Motion Class. Instead I’m cooking chicken cream soup for him. Get well soon, Al.


Sometimes, when you know that time ain’t luxury that you have, you tend to be impulsive. You make reckless decision that somehow makes you happy.

Maybe, at one point, you just blurt the whole deep buried feeling in front of someone that you (used to) love. Saying, “I’m not happy.” And you flew away to an island with your fling for just 6 hours while your partner blew all the balloons and said, “Fuck you!” repeatedly.

You decide that this time is your turn. Fuck everything else. Stop caring for somebody else. Confronting and reconnecting with your family that has been tap dancing around your life. For once, in such a short time, you eager to be happy for yourself.

"I'll invite you to my funeral," said quirky Cathy.



Cathy did all.
She has cancer, melanoma, yet she didn’t brave enough to tell her family. She keep her big C wrapped around her little finger, and eventually when she decided to tell someone, her estranged neighbor who said her wrinkle skins felt like sweater. Funny thing is when she decided to tell her brother, she said, “In my head, everything more eloquent.” Yeah, you don’t need to wrapped and give a bow in your honesty. You just saying it. Out loud is better.

I wanna be Cathy.
Keep everything for myself. Bad and good. Sad and happy. Because in the end, why should anybody care about your feeling. That’s why I put a big padlock in my heart, because I feel more relieved. Okay, I feel like a winner, something that I rarely have. Yeah, I’m more a whiner than a winner. But, you know, I try.

pic from here

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