The ride is exciting. Your inbox is rained by good news. Your friend is leaving for Syria, Spain, Geneva, Italy, Kenya, Beijing, India and many great parts to do their thing for a better world.
What the hell.
Maybe if you’ve heard somewhere that I’ve taken the plunge as a social entrepreneur (another new fancy business term in 21st century), it’s true. I have been, for a year almost, running a startup called Buku Kami. Perhaps not for the time being, until I’m done unprostituting my brain.
It’s never easy. Wherever you go.
“You’re interesting!” she shouted at my face.
I shit you not. I don’t know what I’m doing. I just do things that excite and scare me all at once, things that are completely foreign to my eyes. As an absolute cost, making mistakes is one of them. And of course not everyone bothers to afford this type of luxury. Precisely here is some blackbelt killing technique I’ve exercised:
About studying abroad. (Taken from my old Medium account)
Hell of a write! Things I’d like to publicly announce.
Hey. I’ll be back in a blink of an eye! I just need time to put every piece of writing here.