I understand that some of the most prominent stock prices at home and around the world are in the “gas, not brakes” mood right now, but hey what have we here – who also profited off of the pandemic 🙂
Sing along for mental health.
As you may have read on Vogue and Business Week, I have been seen on youtube more now to the tune of 20 views/video because, one, IG bores the fuck out of me (flooded w toxic people preaching about not being toxic), two, I felt more comfortably shitposting on youtube and twitter, from which my… Continue reading Sing along for mental health.
Grasping at straws, but better.
So I come to think of it, instead of writing a long sappy life journey on how uncomfortably positioned I am right now in life, maybe I’ll just share the kind of coping mechanism that has worked for me. These days, and a few months prior, I have been intentionally keeping myself occupied with some… Continue reading Grasping at straws, but better.
Quick Check-in:
Just a week ago, I decided to move back again to hustle in my adopted city of Big Durian to join a team of a leading insurtech startup in the country and beyond. The immense amount of ongoing work in my paradise home Lombok is still under a great control, hoping it’d stay that way… Continue reading Quick Check-in:
What I think I’m doing.
Some more unnecessary intro from me.
Internet Famous
HI GUYS WELCOME BACK TO MY CHANNEL. 🤮🤮🤮
What Building Feels Like
Sometime around circa 2013, this online place called Medium, people had only picked up the culture of ‘quit your job and travel the world’ or ‘quit and start your empire’ shit. It is 99% of that I swear.
Crash Landing on Covid
The world is 95% cancelled. And perhaps the rest is for governments around the world keeping up. It’s the outbreak followed by financial tsunami. And in this episode, my innocent ass got caught up in the whirlwind of it all, like everyone else by now.
Roaring Twenties.
And a decade passed. Most things have changed to their dramatic extent, others remain as if time never elapsed. What the hell happened to the first half of our roaring twenties anyways?
I wanna be a pilot.
I remember at about 4 or 5 years old, a boy would repeat himself “mau jadi pilot” whenever someone asked him the world’s most overrated question for children.
