3. Can't put my name into a backpack!

Hell yes, I have questionized my parent why they named me after 'the son of rahwana' (rahvan: relentless and king of terroring giant from Ramayana of Valmiki, India)?.” They gave answers, which is bad and inconsistent answers. In Indonesia, last name is not always be a family name, especially people who come from Java, Bali, and most of part of Sumatra. Worth to be noticed that Nusantara (Indonesian Archipelago) and India do have close and long relationship, merely like brothers to each others and need more than a library to tell their story.

Busy like a dingo!

Plenty of idea but don't have enough time to write more than a line!

1. Unpack my history from old adidas box

At last.. After 12 striking years of greyish uncertainty filling in my chest from every hole of my body, I can inhale much, maybe a little better of clean air, air of Cibinong County. This area approximately 35 kilometers away from southern part of Jakarta, which is used to be my home and corrupted city. Cibinong County is firmly located within Province of West Java, is a perfect place for me to make deep in thought of my past more deeper. I could not agree if some says thinking and revealing fogs of someone’s past is easy. It’s really hard to laugh at our failures and to reclassify our successes. But changing things that guide us surviving this life ... is the hardest.

There's plenty of ways to adapt our changing environment. I have my own customize ways to make peace with our limitation along with facing challange, I did it just simply put them in an appropriate box then keep them not to jump into another box so I can improve them at best timing and condition.

So, sharing my story chronologically to you all in part or chapter out of my old adidas box, hopefully will enrich you with my unique experiences include with every curves, wrinkles, and turn of life. Feel free to laugh and infuriated.

a cup of venom with one cube of sugar

Old man once said that one's mind could as deep as ocean trench... there's many interesting things could be found beneath it.
at least it took years to know my brain have mislead my heart into bamboozle path…
yeah, my mind could as shallow as a glass of water while love sunk in the bottom of it…
just like a cup of venom with one cube of sugar…