Kennice Setiadi

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Trading Journal — Day 1 (Return to Trading)

After several inconsistent attempts over the past six months, I have returned to trading with a more deliberate approach. Today marks the first day of recommitting to the process. Session Context I opened NinjaTrader and traded on simulation. Initially, I experienced some hesitation while reviewing the charts, as I struggled to recall my prior notes and frameworks. However, after spending a few minutes observing price action, I began recognizing familiar structures. The market appeared to be in a choppy condition , which I confirmed by comparing it with the previous day’s price behavior. Trade 1 Setup: Predefined with Fibonacci tool Context: Choppy market Action: Entered trade quickly Result: + $160 I later validated my interpretation of the market condition, confirming that identifying the chop was correct. This reinforced confidence in my read. Post-Trade Observation Shortly after, price broke below my Fibonacci retracement level. Based on this, I decided to pause ...

Day 1 of My AI Learning Journey

I never expected that my professional life as a chef would intersect meaningfully with artificial intelligence. In my world, precision is measured in grams, timing is instinctive, and success is something you can taste immediately. AI, on the other hand, felt abstract—something distant, technical, and largely irrelevant to my day-to-day routine. That assumption did not hold for long. *** Realising This Was Not My First Encounter with AI In retrospect, my exposure to AI did not begin with the recent surge of tools like ChatGPT. I had already experimented with AI earlier than I initially realised. In early 2022, I subscribed to Rytr . At the time, discovering Rytr felt transformative. It genuinely felt as though an entirely new world had opened—one where writing, ideation, and content generation could be accelerated in ways I had never experienced before. There was a sense of novelty and excitement, almost like witnessing the early stages of something significant. I remember that my ho...

A Quiet Kind of Love: a Tribute to My Grandpa

I thought I would be fine after two weeks. I genuinely believed that. That I would grieve, process it, and then go back to normal, or even come back stronger. But I was wrong. Grief does not follow a schedule. It appears at random, in quiet moments, in the middle of ordinary days. It reminds me of something strange: when I used to play The Sims , and a character would occasionally stop what they were doing just to cry after losing someone. I used to think that was exaggerated. Now I understand. That is exactly what it feels like. This was not my first experience with grief. I was twelve when my grandma passed away, and I remember grieving deeply. Back then, grief was loud. I cried openly. I screamed. It was overwhelming, but it was also clear. This time, it feels different. The sadness is still there, just as heavy, but quieter. I do not cry the same way. I cannot release it the way I used to. It lingers instead. Very subtle, but persistent, and difficult to process. I find myself sitt...

Anger That Had Nowhere to Go

It has been more than seven days since I decided to reduce self-censorship and say what I mean when I feel it. I moved from releasing myself from the burden of “being afraid of hurting people with my words,” to emotional chaos, to a state of near paralysis. For several days, I did not feel like doing anything. Not meditating. Not reading. Not praying. Not listening to music. Not even scrolling mindlessly. It was not laziness. It was depletion. Then, slowly, my energy began to return. I am writing to summarize this period. *** Early in this period, I resigned from my second job (a casual job. I have a full-time job). That decision had been pending for weeks. I kept postponing it, waiting for a clearer signal, a more comfortable timing, a better emotional state. But clarity rarely arrives when it comes to quitting something. That day at work, during a quiet shift, I felt the familiar internal pressure to appear constantly productive. To keep moving even when there was no need to move. Th...

I Did Not Notice I Was Falling Apart (and I hate to admit it)

Lately, I have been disappointed in myself. Not because of failure at work. Not because of visible collapse. From the outside, I appear functional. Productive. Composed. I complete my tasks. I maintain my routines. I perform well professionally. But internally, something has been unstable for a long time. I hesitated before writing this. Part of me questioned whether it should be public. Another part of me understood that silence has not been serving me well. I have been under constant stress for months. I told myself it was manageable. I believed I was coping because I was still “doing everything as usual.” Then I noticed something small. My smartwatch needed to be tightened by one extra hole. That was the first sign. In the past few months, I have lost more than five kilograms. Since around 2016, my weight has never dropped this significantly. I have already been considered underweight, so the additional loss did not alarm me immediately. If I did not wear a watch, I might not hav...

Notes on Naval Ravikant

I recently listened to another Chris Williamson's podcast. This time, it's with Naval Ravikant. I decided to write down the ideas that stood out to me. Naval speaks about life in a clear and practical way. He talks about making long-term decisions carefully, learning through iteration, handling stress and anxiety, and finding happiness without ego. His ideas combine philosophy and business thinking in a simple but powerful way. This post is a personal reference so I can return to these lessons and review them in the future. This is actually only half of the podcast content that I listened to, but it has already brought me so much clarity about life in general. Four-Year Decisions: The Compounding Effect of Commitment Naval often emphasizes that decisions requiring long-term commitment must be treated really seriously. A four-year decision is rarely just about four years because it compounds. For example, choosing a city to live in affects: The peer group you encounter Yo...