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Homeland

Saya menghabiskan tanggal 17 Agustus tahun ini di Bali. Waktu di Bali banyak habis di jalan–saya bahkan sampai ke Bali dengan menggunakan mobil dari Banyuwangi–jadi saya punya banyak waktu untuk bengong memperhatikan jalan dan orang-orang. Jalanan Bali penuh dengan dua hal: orang asing dan bendera merah-putih. Hal yang pertama sudah jadi hal lumrah. Hal kedua juga sebenarnya biasa karena masa-masa ini adalah masa perayaan peringatan kemerdekaan negara tercinta, tapi tetap saja saya takjub sendiri saat sadar bahwa bendera merah-putih nyaris ada di tiap rumah di Bali. Besar-besar pula. Bendera di perkantoran Jakarta saja tak melulu sampai sebesar yang saya lihat mencuat dari pagar rumah orang sini.

Lalu saya jadi terpikir soal nasionalisme, Indonesia, dan Ariana.

Ariana yang saya maksud adalah Ariana Alisjahbana. Saya bertemu dengan Ariana tahun lalu, saat sedang di Singapura. Juni tahun lalu, saat sedang mengikuti Singapore MUN, rekan saya di acara tersebut–Mbak Fitri Mayang Sari, pendiri Orang Jakarta–mengajak saya bertemu dengan Ariana. Sudah lama tak bertemu, katanya, dan kebetulan Ariana sedang di Singapura. Ariana sendiri sebenarnya sedang kuliah di Berkeley. Keberadaannya di Singapura pun untuk urusan sekolah, untuk magang di Google sana. Keren, ya. Saya yang anak ingusan ini belum apa-apa sudah terpukau.

Jadilah sore itu kami menyusuri Orchard Road sambil ngobrol-ngobrol. Nggak sih, saya cuma mendengarkan sambil foto-foto Mbak Fitri dan Ariana yang sedang ngobrol dan menimpali sedikit. Ariana bercerita banyak tentang dirinya sebagai diaspora di Amerika. Tentang bagaimana dia bekerja di World Resources Institute (WRI) dan berjuang supaya WRI membuat cabang di Indonesia. Berkali-kali mengajukan proposal (dan saya yakin, membangun reputasi agar suaranya didengar), dan akhirnya WRI Indonesia benar-benar dibuat. Adanya WRI di Indonesia jelas berarti sekali. Berapa banyak sih think tank yang sejenis WRI ini di Indonesia? Lebih-lebih yang memfokuskan diri pada pembangunan berkelanjutan dan hutan-hutan.

Lalu, mengapa sekarang ke Google? Ariana bilang, dia penasaran, bagaimana suatu perusahaan bisa sebesar ini dalam dunia teknologi. Saya ingat Ariana bicara juga soal bagaimana memahami teknologi yang berkembang akan berguna banyak bagi Indonesia, tapi saya lupa bagaimana detailnya. Yang saya ingat, penjabarannya membuat saya terpukau dan bertanya, “What drives you?

“Indonesia yang lebih baik.”

Di trotoar Orchard Road yang mulai remang, nyaris tertegun, saya mencatat jawaban Ariana dalam hati. Tidak ada jawaban yang bisa lebih nasionalis lagi selain ini.

Di tengah pembicaraan saat itu pula, Ariana sempat membahas stereotipe tentang bagaimana mereka yang menetap di luar negeri dicap tidak cinta tanah air hanya karena tidak tinggal di negara tercinta.

“Indonesia juga butuh dikuatkan dari luar,” ujar Ariana, yang saya aminkan dalam diam.

Saya pikir, tak perlu kita sibuk menilai orang yang bagaimana yang lebih cinta tanah air. Toh, semakin banyak orang Indonesia yang berkarya di kancah internasional, semakin baik. Dalam hal apapun. Entah Anda pejabat, pengusaha, insinyur, penulis, arsitek, seniman, jurnalis, desainer, apapun. Tak perlu repot, sekadar berkarya dengan baik dan mendedikasikan karya itu untuk Indonesia (sadar ataupun tidak) pun sudah cukup “berbuat” bagi Indonesia. Misal, para seniman seperti Trotoart yang karyanya di Jakarta Biennale membuat saya terperangah saat pertama kali dengar. Atau para desainer yang membawa batik ke level dunia dan membuat bisnis batik di Indonesia semakin seru. Atau contoh lain yang begitu gamblang bisa juga kita pelajari dari Ariana–yang bekerja di lembaga global dan berusaha sekuat tenaga agar Indonesia lebih dikenal di lembaganya yang mengurus tentang lingkungan–hingga akhirnya berhasil membuat kantor cabang di Indonesia. Hal yang tidak mungkin mau repot-repot dilakukan oleh orang yang tidak memiliki Indonesia dalam hatinya.

Meski, tentu menguatkan Indonesia dari dalam juga sangat diperlukan (saya sendiri bekerja di instansi pemerintah). Kadang juga, setelah menguatkan dari luar pun kita masih perlu benar-benar kembali. Ibu Sri Mulyani, contohnya. Ibu Sri Mulyani berkarier dengan baik sebagai COO di World Bank (dan berhasil membuat bangga sekian ratus juta orang Indonesia), saya yakin membuat nama Indonesia semakin diperhitungkan di luaran sana, dan kembali ke Indonesia begitu diperlukan (dan berhasil membuat ratusan juta manusia Indonesia bersorak). Teladan sekali. Atau mungkin, kalau Anda pengusaha besar nan bisnisnya mendunia, mengikuti program pemerintah yang sedang hits saat ini, Tax AmnestyAmnesti Pajak, bisa jadi sarana untuk “kembali”. Kita semua tahu tujuan utama program ini dibuat, untuk merepatriasi dana dari luar negeri, agar dana tersebut bisa digunakan di Indonesia untuk pembangunan ekonomi dan infrastuktur. Kurang cinta Indonesia apalagi, kalau kita bersedia menarik dana yang selama ini kita bisniskan di luar untuk kita investasikan sendiri di Indonesia, untuk membangun Indonesia. Enaknya, difasilitasi pula.

Tentu, dedikasi, niat, dan cinta, bukan hal yang bisa dinilai dalam sekali pandang ataupun dalam sekali aksi. Kembali atau tidak, berbuat atau tidak, yang terpenting adalah apa yang terpikir saat Anda harus menjawab pertanyaan ini.

“What drives you?”

 

Sedang serius,

Aulia

 

 

*ilustrasi yang indah di atas diambil dari sini

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Defining Self

Begitulah. Sekarang pukul satu dini hari dan saya didera keinginan untuk berputar menari waltz sendiri di teras rumah. Biasa, jam-jam segini memang rawan melakukan hal-hal di luar kebiasaan. Cuaca Jakarta sedang terlalu panas untuk saya, sulit sekali untuk tidur, jadi alih-alih berbaring saya malah membuka tumblr saya dan membaca beberapa postingan terakhir.

Di salah satu postingan, saya mengutip kata-kata ini setahun lalu.

Don’t wonder. Let me wonder. Let your friends wonder. You, define yourself.

Otak saya berhenti berputar sekejap saat terdengar samar pertanyaan dalam diri, “Lalu sekarang sudah jadi seperti apa?”. Jadi seperti apa? Entahlah. Ini sudah setahun dan kalau menengok ke belakang saya rasanya tidak melakukan banyak hal. Tentu saya masih sibuk, agenda saya selalu penuh dengan hal-hal menyenangkan, tapi agenda setahun terakhir berbeda dengan agenda setahun sebelumnya. Jika dua tahun lalu saya bisa menang PokemonGo saking seringnya pindah tempat, setahun terakhir ini saya seringkali hanya di rumah dan sekitarnya.

Am I actually defining myself?

Iya. Tentu iya. Mendefinisikan diri adalah hal yang sangat personal, tidak ada standar atau ukuran ataupun cara yang pasti untuk ini. Tentu akan sangat membantu jika bisa mengetik ini di wikihow dan menemukan jawaban yang tepat (sungguh, pertanyaan ini ada jawabannya di sana), tapi langkah dalam perjalanan mendefinisikan diri tetap saja hanya bisa ditentukan sendiri. Apapun yang saya lakukan–atau tidak lakukan–mendefinisikan saya. Saya bisa saja melakukan hal yang berbeda 180 derajat antara tahun ini dan tahun lalu, tapi saya rasa saya tetaplah saya. Saya tetap orang yang tidak mungkin tidak menangis di semua adegan mengharukan dalam film, tetap orang yang hobinya mengutip dialog atau lirik atau puisi, tetap orang yang berdebat dengan ibu kalau sudah soal korupsi.

Sambil menulis ini saya berpikir, lalu ada perkembangan baru apa? Ada yang berubah tidak?

Ya. Saya tetap saya, tapi yang berubah juga banyak. Jika saya patung, pemahat saya sedang sibuk cungkil sana-sini, menyesuaikan ini-itu. Saya bisa merasakan, kok. Sakitnya nyata. Terlepas dari berubah jadi lebih baik atau lebih buruk, memangnya mudah mengubah diri? Apa mudah, dari yang tadinya bisa sesukanya jadi disiplin? Apa mudah, dari yang biasanya ramah mudah tertawa jadi pendiam dan hanya senyum saja? Tidak ada adaptasi yang tidak menyakitkan. Kita berubah hari dari Minggu ke Senin saja banyak mengeluhnya, kok.

Tapi semua adalah bagian dari proses. Proses yang lambat, perlahan, dan mungkin tak ada ujung. Di ujung mata saya bisa melihat pemahat saya sibuk sekali mencungkil dan mengetuk-mengetuk. Terus-menerus, sedikit demi sedikit. Sakit? Iya. Lebih-lebih saya tidak tahu seperti apa bentuk saya sekarang, jadi lebih indah atau tidak. Jadi lebih baik atau tidak. Mengesalkan? Sangat. Seringkali saya ingin berhenti dan mengundurkan diri saja, pindah ke gelembung dan hidup nyaman di dalamnya.

Tapi, apa iya, baru setengah jadi lalu berhenti?

 

Sibuk bicara dengan langit-langit,

Aulia

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The Marriage

When I published my posts about the preparation of my wedding, questions came at the drop of a hat.

“WHY? HOW? ARE YOU SERIOUS, THIS IS NO JOKE?”

I was nervous at the first time I got the questions. It made me think twice, confused about how to explain about my decision, and my crazy side that needs external validation started to panic. I know that marriage is a serious matter, that it needs to be well thought out, and I know why people feel like having the urge to ask those questions (I’m relatively younger than everyone else in my circle), but knowing these doesn’t help me overcome my anxiety.

I trailed back and compiled some answers for the question.

“Why do I get married?”

Why don’t I? That’s my first answer to a friend who asked me this. This is the kind of question that I need to understand comprehensively before answering, it depends on what kind of person who asks me this. A religious one? (Easy, just answer that it is to complete half of the religion). A romantic? (I fall in love. Deep, deep, deep, deeply in love. And this is my actual answer!). A philosopher? (Man, this one is hard). A feminist? (I need to carefully pick my words so that it does not make him/her think I surrender to a form of women’s oppression).

So why do I get married?

Because I want to. I’ve always wanted to. I know that this seems weird because I look like an independent woman (*cough*) and marriage seems like a thing that society uses to cut freedom (for both sides), even a symbolic institution signifying the subordination of women to men. Moreover, if we mention about the correlation between marriage and commitment, about how marriage does not necessarily increase the commitment between two lovers, why bother taking a hellish surf in the marriage tide while you can just relax on the girlfriend-boyfriend beach? (Let’s put the religion aside on this argument). Logically there is no good reason to say yes to marriage, so why do I keep doing that? To avoid the Satpol PP sweeping?

It may be half true. The reason about why I think marriage is necessary is because I feel like I put the same amount of effort in the means of committing myself in a girlfriend-boyfriend relationship as in marriage. For example, I don’t mind switching priorities. I put my lover first, always first, if I want to, or if he asks, or if he deserves it. My current lover, the one I am about to marry, meets the three categories. So I put him first. You know what happens when I put my relationship and my lover as my priority? I ditch almost everything else other than him. My friends, my organizations, my colleagues, my leisure time, everything. I become dependent. I cut my own freedom. It is not that extreme, but it can be perceived easily by people who interact with me. It seems like I withdraw myself from the crowd.

The problem with (my) society is sacrificing that much for a lover is considered too much if that is not a marriage relationship. They will say that it’s a careless move, done by a silly lover drunk in love who can’t think clearly about the disadvantage that may come. What if we break up? What if we don’t get married while I already put that much effort, letting go almost everything that defines me, only for a pseudo-relationship? It is different with marriage. If it’s for a marriage, what I do is normal, it is even encouraged. You indeed have to put your lover (and family) first.

To be fair, the judgements probably only happen in my head. But the problem with me is that I care too much about what my society may say about me. My constant need of external validation is just too strong to ignore. I, who love to put that much effort in a relationship, want an external validation. I want people to think that it is normal for me to refuse to go out because I want to be with my boyfriend, sitting in silence doing nothing, rather than spending the night sipping coffee with my friends and talking endlessly about how funny life is. But, no. People react differently to the word “boyfriend” and “husband”.

And after all the effort I do willingly, I want the husband effect. Society may change, but for the time being I am the one who needs to adapt. If I want the husband effect, I need to get married. With this person, I would love to.

Speaking of which, another question that also comes often is: “Are you sure?”

You mean, getting married? With this person? 100 percent sure. This person is always kind to me. I can tell him everything, he can tell me everything, and I never have any desire to hide anything for him. Any. Being with the one who knows your flaws, even the biggest ones, really helps. I started to accept my own self because of him. And perhaps because of that, I am willing to adapt to him. Me, the idealist, the perfectionist. I even feel amazed. Also, this person is the first person who never makes me doubt my efforts, I know he is willing to do the same for me.

I may be wrong. Things may change, I may change, he may change. I know there can be inherent risks that make our marriage be very hard to handle.

It is okay. He is worth the trouble.

 

Super smitten,

Aulia

 

 

*Satpol PP (Civil Service Police Unit) is a unit in Department of Home Affairs that assists the local regional head of the government affairs to enforce regulations of the region. In this case, Satpol PP duty is to look for the couples who live together without being married (normally this is not allowed in Indonesia). The question “to avoid Satpol PP sweeping” is actually asked by a friend. Hahaha.

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Slower Time

While watching the photocopy machine glows and releases papers in the office, I let my mind wander to a conversation happened a few weeks ago. A friend of mine, who grows up in Jakarta and now lives in Pare with his family due to work assignment, told me, “I like living here. It feels like I do actually have time.”

I smile. I know what he means and I can relate to that. I personally think Jakarta is an anomaly in the country. It is just different. It is busy. The lights on its skyscrapers are on all night. Its people start their activity before dawn and miss the falling dusk on their way home. It does not give its citizen time to slow down.

I myself do not grow up in Jakarta. I was born in this city, indeed, and I had been going to Jakarta every year for Lebaran since my grandmother lived here, but I did not live here. Before moving here, I only recognized the city in Lebaran time, which meant it was the most quiet time in Jakarta for the year. It was the only face of the city I knew. Imagine what I have to face the moment I actually live in the city. The crowds. The traffic jams. The trains. The buses. The pace of life in this city, versus the pace of people walking in streets. The lack of time.

This sublime city never sleeps. It feels like it gives permission to its people to not sleep either, to be up twenty four hours a day. Last year, when I was still in the college, continuing my study for Bachelor’s degree, I was the busiest person I had ever been. I lived in the suburban, but I took a French class in the downtown. I attended events. I participated in many things I wanted to. I would meet people I needed to see, no matter where or when they asked me to meet. I went back and forth from home to everywhere. I’d been losing sleep, but I did not care. I had no brakes. This city opened the door to almost every possibility, to do everything I wanted to, to live the life to the fullest. This wonderful city forced me to be restless. If I rest, I’ll run behind schedule, and THAT is not ‘fullest’.

But then I decide to stop.

I look back and realize that even though I was happy because I finally became a person who actually did what she wanted to do, I was also a person who ran all the time. I rarely stayed at one place for more than I planned to; I already knew exactly where I should be at the next hour. Wandering around in Jakarta takes more time than it should due to traffic jam and not-reliable public transportation, making people like me worship time much more than we do in another cities. I do not want to run. I want to have slower time. I want to stay longer with people I like. I want to eat and have chit-chat with the friends I have. I want to have more cups of coffee while talking about silly ideas. I want to sit in silence with my boyfriend without having to think about what to do next. I want to spend my time gazing at the sky without having to worry of being late. I do not want to be 100-percent efficient. Well, technically I can’t, I am a person after all.

I want to be present.

So I try to. I switch my priorities. Valuing more time with my family and boyfriend, I restrict my time with the others. I concentrate on actually living in the moment, being more mindful when I am doing things, no matter how mundane that is. I try to have less social media time. I walk in normal pace. I eat better. I exercise. I do small talk. I lead a completely different routine from what I used to have. I am still adapting. What surprises me is that the hardest part of doing this is not comparing my life to other people’s lives, but comparing my life to my own previous busy life. It is hard to see–and feel–like I am less than who I was, while the other side of me tells me that I am not; that this is a right thing to do, that I need to slow down and eventually enjoy the time. 

I honestly do love Jakarta with all of its uproarious routine. It is not hard to adapt with a glamorous city full of various activities to try for a Sagittarian like me. Deep inside, I love being busy, it makes me feel like I have spent my time well. But still, in the end, life is much more than just boxes to tick.

 

Adapting and adapting,

Aulia

 

*Pare is a town in Kediri regency, East Java.

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Learning from Cuba: How to Cope with Peak Oil

This weekend seems like one of those times when universe puts its own theme for the day.

On Saturday, in my French class, I had a discussion about Defi de La Terre (Challenge of the Earth) which made us talk about what we should be doing in daily life to preserve the earth, to save the environment. More particularly, we talked about how some people lived in extreme way of life such as le decroissance, people who consumed less in order to pollute less. How cool is that?

I will write about my Saturday le decroissance more in another post.

What I am about to talk about is my Sunday activity. I had registered my name and my partner’s name days before the day to attend a film screening about Cuba in Organiklub. My friend, Nia Nastiti, asked me to go together to this event. She was curious about the story how Cuba coped with Peak Oil because her lecturer once told her about the case. I was curious too. Not because I knew about Peak Oil–no, I never really knew what it meant, I never really knew what happened to Cuba–but because this film talked about how community in Cuba helped solving the case. I believe in the power of community, I eager to find out what the community did.

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It was almost dark when I arrived at the rooftop of Organiklub, a place where the organic enthusiast, those who cared about sustainable way of life, often gathered and had events. Some people had arrived before me; some are Indonesian, some are foreigners. They were all chatting closely. The film hadn’t started yet. Warmly, Max Mandias, the well-known chef of Burgreens, welcomed me and my partner, the two new faces in their gathering. Since I was looking for something to register my name to (I am too accustomed to registration in an event, aren’t I?), he led us to a woman, Tyas, who gave us her laptop to put our name on a list.

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I took a seat next to the screen, making it easy for me to focus on the film and the talk after the show. That event was attended by Yuri Romero, a Cuban geologist, who’s now a sustainable development and heritage preservation consultant of MAN Forum Foundation. He repeatedly said, when he was on the ‘stage’, that this was the first time he talked as a Cuban, not as a speaker teaching things. The other guest laughed. It was Michael, the secretary of the Embassy of Cuba in Indonesia, who was an unexpected guest in this event. He said that he found it fascinating to have Cuban film being screened by anyone besides the Embassy. Helga Angelina, the host of the day, who was very kind to me and my partner since the very first moment we stepped on the place, laughed along.

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The screening began at 6. The film was titled The Power of Community: How Cuba Survived Peak Oil. It was a documentary, you could tell what the film about from the title only. In the beginning of the film, they explained quite clearly about Peak Oil, an event based on M. King Hubbert’s theory, which pointed in time when the maximum rate of extraction of petroleum was reached, and after which it was expected to enter constant decline. Our dependency on fossil fuel would (had) outgrown our ability to meet the need. Human needed to adapt. The problem was there was a resistance in people’s behavior. One of the people in the film said that, “The world needs a lab, and Cuba is a perfect example,”.

Cuba was on oil tight diet for a decade, during Special Period. The dissolution of the Soviet Union hit Cuba severely. One of the largest immediate impact was the loss of practically all of the petroleum imports from the Soviet. That was not the only one. The country lost approximately 80% of its international trade economy and its Gross Domestic Product dropped by 34%. Food and medicine imports stopped or severely slowed.

The Special Period were defined by a general breakdown in transportation and agricultural sectors, and widespread food shortages. The scarcity was too real. People were starving. The cars no longer run on streets. People had to wait for bus for  3 or 4 for going to work and the same went for going back to home. Economically, the Cubans on the whole became poorer. No oil, no energy, no food, no money. Cuba looked like it could die anytime.

Only it didn’t.

The community in Cuba started their own urban farming to satisfy their daily food needs. Permaculturists arriving in Cuba at the time began to distribute aid and taught their techniques to locals. Fruits and vegetables planted in polypots in patios and rooftops is a usual sight. Organic agriculture was soon after mandated by the Cuban government, supplanting the old industrialized form of agriculture Cubans had grown accustomed to. For ones who lived in rural area, who had bigger fields or were given fields by the government, went backwards (if you’d like to say so) in their farming techniques. They were accustomed to using tractor, then they used oxen to plow the field. Traditional techniques made the soil even better. Lack of pesticide supply made them have to wait for the organism in the soil to flourish, making the soil fertile again naturally and ready to accommodate the plants.

Having limitation in almost every resources had not made the Cubans selfish. On the contrary, the Cubans shared their agricultural products to their neighbors, especially the elderly, the children, and pregnant women. This might be one of the effect of their togetherness culture. In Cuba, Yuri–the geologist–said that it was common for Cubans to knock on their neighbor’s door asking for sugar or salt, or offering avocados. Neighbors are considered close families. It is unfortunate that this is a familiar value that I now sometimes don’t see anymore in my surroundings.

At that time, Cuban government also did things to cure energy famine. They used solar panels in houses, even wooden houses in remote area, to heat up the water, to turn on the radio, to turn on the lamp, to do every little things. They trained their medical professionals well and sent them to other countries, such as Venezuela, and in return, got billions dollar worth of Venezuelan oil. They made scratch mass transport (it was scratch but fulfilling so it was okay) and imported bicycles from China. People took their bikes to work, biking for kilometers and losing weights. It was not fancy, but they did it anyway. One of the women in the film said that the people biked with no biking culture, it was pure political will.

I find it interesting how they agreed to cooperate with their government. The question of how the government managed to arrange the people so no chaotic action rose in the country came in the discussion after the screening. Yuri and Michael answered that perhaps it was because the government were there for their people. They said, education and healthcare were free services in Cuba. Free and well-maintained services. Then another question came from the audience, how did they managed to give free services if they did not have much money? Yuri said, “Well, you could see our mass transport. It is scratch.”

Cuba had limited resources, so they put priorities. They might be economically challenged, but they put their priorities right, so the country went just fine.

Or perhaps, Yuri (or Michael, my memory is blurry) said, it was because of how Fidel Castro handled things. He told us that once Fidel Castro came to see the people who did a demonstration by himself, without bodyguards, only to have a direct conversation with them and listen to what they wanted to say. That is incredible. Who wants to come down to a noisy crowd that screaming things against you?

I thought, well, perhaps these people were cooperative since they didn’t really have a choice. They didn’t have much, so if it was not their own selves who helped their country, no one would. But then, something that the lady in the film said stunned me.

“If they want to be politically independent, they have to be economically independent. To be economically independent, you have to be energy independent.”

They had stances. And they stood for it. Their communities stood for it. They had strong bond among them. This is a fact that overwhelms me a little, since I don’t read much about Cuba before.

We also had a discussion about how Cuba and Indonesia somehow looked alike. The togetherness, for particular, though it is now fading in the urban life. Bu Neneng, one of the diaspora who lived in Cuba for some years told her story of being among the Cubans. The familiarity, the kindness. Sadly, not only the good things happened. The thing that Bu Neneng experienced for herself was the food scarcity in Cuba. She told that some fruits were only available in certain period of time, though it was actually a common commodity. I felt thankful when I heard this, since it was never hard for us Indonesians (or perhaps, Jakartans) to find fruits and vegetables, even the organic ones.

The similarity between Cuba and Indonesia is also our dependency on energy, especially on imported oils. It will be devastating to experience what Cuba did, but why don’t we learn from it? Why don’t we prepare for the worst? A little less petrol consumption won’t hurt anyone.

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P.S.: I don’t read much about Cuba so I’m open to any correction if I don’t get my facts straight. All I know is that Cuba is not the same as another countries. Yuri told me that he couldn’t send money to his family in Cuba directly, he had to send it to third party first. This is 2016 and these kinds of things still happen. Well.

 

Will definitely read more about Cuba,

Aulia

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Another New Year to Pass

This is the sixth day of 2016. Not too late for a little talk about resolutions, right?

As a person who loves to make list and plan everything (I even make plan to make plans), new year resolutions are totally my thing. Since I was 15 years old, I think, I had made plans about the better version of me in the following year. Of course, some plans took more than a year to be done. I didn’t even remember that I once planned them when I finally achieved the ones I planned to get. Haha.

However, on the night when fireworks woke me up at 00.00 on the first day of 2016, I had no resolutions at all. Life has been so good to me lately. I am happy and content with the life I am living (finally, this kind of feeling!), something that I consider to be the most important thing to achieve in personal life, so I don’t feel the urge to make list about what to fix about myself.

But it is not me if I can’t find what to fix about my very own life. Yesterday I came up with a list consisted of 39 things I needed to do in 2016. The list includes more books, increased wellness, being discipline, and the most important: BEING PRESENT.

Being present has been my resolution since 2015 and I failed gracefully. I spread myself too thin, had a lot in my plate, and in a condition where you are supposed to be in two places at one time, it is impossible to be present at all. I need to fix this. I actually really want to be able to be present all the time, or at least when I am with the ones I love, so I decide to put “BE PRESENT” again in my resolution list this year. Wish me luck!

Speaking of resolutions, I found a list of resolutions I’d like to copy, for the sake of elevating the quality of life I’m living. Of course, listed by my most favorite idea curator, Maria Popova.

Also, on the second day of 2016, I scrolled down my e-mail inbox and found one interesting mail from Huffington Post. It has a 30-day challenge of happiness. Of course I signed up! Will write about this later. 🙂

Anyway, what do you have in your list?

 

Wish you a good year ahead,

Aulia

 

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