Review Drama Korea: My Secret Romance

Setelah 1.5 bulan nonton drama Boys Over Flowers versi Korea (Lee Min Ho sebagai Gu Jun Pyo) sambil nyetrika , saya mulai cari drama baru untuk ditonton supaya nyetrika tidak terasa terlalu membosankan. Beberapa minggu lalu saya berencana menonton ulang Meteor Garden-nya Tao Ming Se, tapi karena udah 14 tahun ga nonton drama bahasa Mandarin telinga jadi terasa kurang nyaman. Waktu liat Instagram kapan hari saya liat ada drama baru yang main si orang jahat di drama Faith (Lee Min Ho, 2012) dan cewek yang mirip Agnes Monica waktu masih umur 20-an. Judul dramanya My Secret Romance dan di kissasiandotcom baru tayang sampe episode 7 dengan subtitle bahasa Inggris.

Sekilas tentang aktor utamanya ya. Sung Hoon memerankan Cha Jin Wook, chaebol ganteng, kaya, playboy, ga bertanggung jawab di umur 28 tahun. Sung Hoon sendiri aktor yang baru debut tahun 2011. Sebelumnya dia atlet renang spesialis gaya kupu-kupu di tim nasional Korea selama 14 tahun. Badannya tinggi, bahunya lebar, perutnya kotak-kotak. Ga usah dijelasin lagi lah ya gimana hawt-nya, haha. Nah karakter Cha Jin Wook ini standar Cinderella story, tapi Sung Hoon emang berkarisma deh jadi bad boy. Dulu waktu liat dia di Faith agak heran sama mukanya yang kayak komik: rahang siku, mata kecil, hidung tinggi. Kirain hasil oplas soalnya muka dia kayak muka karakter-karakter di manhwa, tapi liat foto-foto mudanya mukanya ga berubah jauh kok (bandingkan dengan Lee Min Ho ya).

Untuk karakter ceweknya ada Song Ji Eun, salah satu anggota girlgroup Secret, yang berperan jadi Lee Yoo Mi, seorang ahli nutrisi. Saya paling sebel sama karater lugu, kesepian, paling merasa ditindas di dunia, ga bisa ngelawan kayak Yoo Mi. Dibentak-bentak, diam aja, malah minta maaf terus-menerus. Jauh lebih ok karakter kuat kayak dr. Kang Mo Yeon dari Descendants of The Sun: judes, mandiri, pinter, tau mau apa (kadang galau tapi ga alay). Karakter Yoo Mi ini ada di sejuta K-drama lain, dan mukanya yang mirip Agnes Monica tuh bikin saya ngerasa terganggu banget. Haha.

Plot ceritanya bisa dirangkum dalam satu kalimat: 2 orang bertemu kembali 3 tahun setelah mereka melakukan seks satu malam, dan mulai lagi penjajakan untuk masuk ke dalam hubungan cinta yang sebenarnya. Yang anehnya, selama 3 tahun Jin Wook terus menyimpan busa bra yang dipake Yoo Mi waktu mereka bersama. Dia bikin busa bra itu jadi memento dari suatu malam yang tak terlupakan. I was like, whattt?? Bra inserts, are you kidding me?? Anyway, busway, mereka bisa bertemu lagi karena 3 tahun kemudian Yoo Mi ditempatin kerja di perusahan celana dalam pria yang dibikin Jin Wook sesaat setelah mereka berpisah (tepatnya Yoo Mi yang kabur di pagi hari setelah malam aneh itu). Jin Wook tersinggung karena Yoo Mi kayaknya menyepelekan arti malam itu. Hellow? Mau apa coba dari hubungan satu malam, di mana keduanya bahkan ga tau nama satu sama lain. Untung aja ya ga ada cerita tentang kehamilan atau STD tak terduga. Kalau ya, ceritanya bakal jadi blah banget, huh. By the way lagi, kenapa Jin Wook bikin perusahaan celana dalam pria? Mungkin ada kaitannya dengan dia diejek sama ibu-ibu yang nangkap basah mobil dia yang parkir semalaman di tepi pantai. Ibu-ibu itu mengira Jin Wook ditinggal sama ceweknya karena organ genitalnya kecil. Astagaaa. Vulgar banget deh buat ukuran drama Korea.

Jangan ngeharapin ada info tentang apa itu pekerjaan sebagai ahli nutrisi di drama ini ya. Setelah 7 episode saya bener-bener ga bisa bedain si Yoo Mi ini lagi ngelakonin profesi chef atau nutritionist sih? Soalnya dia keliatan masak melulu, bukan merancang menu. Satu-satunya yang bikin saya seneng sama drama ini sebenernya animasi di awal setiap episode. Teman-teman yang dulu suka baca komik serial cantik yang dikeluarin Elex Media tahun 90-an pasti matanya langsung berbinar. Animasinya bagusss bangettttt, malah saya berharap bakal ada serial animasinya kayak serial Candy-candy jaman dulu.

Selamat menikmati animasi dari beberapa adegan dalam drama ini lewat gambar-gambar di bawah. Awas, jantungnya loncat keluar! :p



FF8: A Rip-off

I like watching movies and I rarely felt that I got ripped-off after I watched one. There’s always something to learn from, something to be inspired by from every scene I see, but FF8 was just as confusing as it could be.

This movie is a total rip-off, of my money and my time. I don’t know about what anybody else thinks, because, hey, this note is only a personal opinion of mine. Complimenting FF8 for being a great movie is overrated, if the comment is not meant as sarcasm.

Let’s skip the summary of the movie plots and how they somehow were probably forcibly still related to FF1 to FF7. The first scenes of the movie were shot in Cuba. Cameras soon depicted the extreme differences between Havana and most cities in USA. Young energetic people were swarming the streets with minimum clothes on their backs. Was the first race Dom was involved with happening on weekend/public holiday? I didn’t know. If it had been on weekday, it would have been uncanny to have almost the whole city cheering for the impromptu racing between Dom and the self-proclaimed ruler of the island.

Now, let’s start the review with Dom (Vin Diesel) and Hobbs (Dwayne Johnson). Did I miss anything from previous franchises? Since when did Dom join government secret agency to perform secret missions, ones which couldn’t be traced back to the government of USA? Ever since Hobbs came into the screen, FF8 started to feel like a crossover between the original FF and XXX (whose cast was Vin Diesel. Surprise, surprise). Johnson’s priority lay in his daughter, but it didn’t sound, look, or seem convincing enough. He’s still the same Rock from The Mummy, all the way through G.I. Joe, right until FF8. That bulky body of his was his strength, but not his acting. As for Vin Diesel, yeah it’s the same difference with Johnson. The only time I was emotionally moved by his acting was when he saw his son for the first time (maybe it was because I was reminded of the cuteness of my own son). By the way, their attachment and constant wearing of tight and body-hugging undershirts made me wonder: what year is it? Is 2017 still the year of cute boy bands like *NSync with their slender and fit bodies? LOL.

The only reason I wanted to watch this movie was Charlize Theron. I was curious about how the evil queen from Sleeping Beauty portrayed the self-proclaimed world’s best hacker. My question was followed by another question after Cipher kissed Dom: o my queen, why hath thou abandoned thy throne? For her caliber, portraying Cipher was like a short slide to a career turn-off. She didn’t give distinguishing characters between the evil queen she portrayed in 2016 and the hacker she portrayed this year. Amazingly beautiful, checked. Cold and aloof, checked. Smart and manipulative, checked. What else? Nothing. Even her supposedly philosophical monologues when she was describing (or guessing, I couldn’t tell) Dom’s original natures sounded flat. I almost forgot how good she was in “Italian Job”, and how vulnerably romantic she was in “November Rain”. After seeing her in FF8, I’m not too excited to see her in the upcoming “Atomic Blonde”.

As for the government agents, Mr. Nobody was representing himself well. He’s a nobody, an unimportant and unforgettable character, to be honest. The rookie agent? I had to agree with Roman that he looked like he was recruited from a boy band. Tej and Roman’s interactions and jokes could have been developed further, but the movie timeline didn’t allow them to happen. If only they had reduced Dwayne Johnson smashing things and people in the jail scenes, Tej and Roman could have delivered more interesting dialogues. The female hacker with fake British accent, blah, not memorable at all. Dom’s wife? Same difference.

Now let’s get to the thought-provoking ideas in this movie. FF8 displayed the truth of our current world. Cameras are installed everywhere and we’re all connected online. A facial recognition of a face in Russia can be performed anywhere in the world as long as the internet is available. It gave me shiver that we can’t really hide from anything in this wholly-connected world. Even the cameras from traffic lights and ATM can be used to trace our whereabouts. In this movie, Cipher hacked the systems of self-driving cars and moved every car she could find in her radar to attack her operation target (Russia’s Ministry of Defense). I could imagine confused drivers having no control over their own vehicles. I could see chaos happening in the streets. Cipher also turned on the self-driving cars parked in high-rise parking lots, and made them all falling down to the streets and causing damage on the properties and the people. That scene gave me goose bumps, because it was possible to happen, it was very likely to happen sometimes in the future. A foolproof should be available if a machine fails to serve its original purpose. And the most important thing is man should have control over machine, not the other way around. If the other way around happens, we’re in a big trouble.

The only thing entertaining from FF8 was Jason Statham. Seriously, who would have thought that he’s such a cool Brit with gorgeous accent and intriguing sarcasm? Watching him speak was like watching Jeremy Clarkson from Top Gear show. It was incredibly amusing. I never remembered Jason Statham to say much in any of his movies. His acting comprises only of his hand-to-hand combat skill and gunfight skill. But in FF8, wow, I must say, he was such a nice surprise. Ever since he was throwing insults to Hobbs’ face, I was like, yay, Team Deckard. He portrayed such a cool guy, much cooler than the supposedly main stars of the movies. I was a bit disappointed when he was pronounced death sometime before the movie ended. But then he came back with a bang. He was fighting the bad guys while protecting Dom’s son (literally carrying the car seat around while he was shooting at Cipher’s army). I literally cheered when he came back to the screen with his brother!

This movie was closed with everybody gathering around a dining table on a rooftop somewhere in New York. In his speech, Dom said something that made me frown. He said, “Thank you for not turning your back on me (family).” Err …, from what I saw throughout the movie, his friends lost their trust in Dom, turned their backs on him, and fought him with all their power. Aside from his wife, Letty, I didn’t see any loyalty implied between Dom and his team members, Hobbs, Roman, Tej, and Nobody. Not even slightly. They didn’t demand his explanations; which he didn’t seem to care to give either. I just didn’t get it; there were so many holes in the movie plots. It’s like the movie makers kind of underestimated the logic and intelligence of FF8 viewers.

The closing scene was a cliché with everyone living happily ever after. Dom was back in the gang. Letty instantly got a baby she was thinking about having. Cipher was nowhere to be found. Perhaps she would show up again in the next FF and this time would take Dom’s and Letty’s child as a hostage, ha-ha! It’s a perfect ending for everybody. At the very end, Dom introduced his son to everybody as Brian. I saw it as a kind remembrance of the late Paul Walker. That scene was nice. It made me forget a bit about wasting almost two hours watching (hopefully) the last installment of Fast and Furious.

PS: Don’t expect much information about car brands, engines, and racing techniques conveyed in FF8. Fancy cars here are just accessories, some kind of jaw-dropping eye-candies. They’re not the spirit of the movie like it used to be in FF1.

People’s Party

The dead body had a peculiar mark on her right arm, a colon with color darker than her skin. Jack saw it the second he laid his eyes on the lifeless body sprawled on the floor. The young detective could tell that it wasn’t a tattoo; it was more like a wound that hadn’t completely healed yet. The arm with the colon mark was facing upward as the dead woman lay on her stomach. Her long hair was spread on her back like silk. The pitch-black hair was spoiled by stream of blood that hadn’t dried up yet. Jack squatted in front of the deceased. He tilted her head a little bit to get a better look at her face. The brown eyes were still wide open, staring in awe at what was coming at her, he supposed. The side of her mouth was filled with drool and blood. Jack reached out to close her eyes. In his opinion, a dead body should depart from this world in peace, and peace was found best when one’s sleeping, or seen as sleeping. The forensic came to Jack as he got up.

“Cause of death?”

“Blunt force trauma. This is the weapon used.” The forensic showed him an orange iron in his hand.

Jack gave him a squeamish look. “Are you kidding me? Was she also killed while ironing the clothes?”

His opponent grimaced. “Apparently so. It looks like she was doing the house chores when they got into the argument. The daughters were ready to testify because they witnessed everything.”

“They did? And the suspect is?”

“Her husband. He has admitted to the crime and can’t seem to stop sobbing over there.” The forensic pointed at the far corner of the small living room where they were standing. Jim and the forensic stared at their suspect. The fact that it was done by someone who might have been the closest to the victim made it even more horrendous.

Jack walked to the husband, over many things scattered on the floor. It was a tiny house, crammed with everything one could think of to fill in a house. There was only one living room adjoining to the kitchen, and he could see the two bedrooms the house had right after he entered the front door. The wall was painted beige and the furniture was all in shades of brown, adding gloom to the already suffocating atmosphere. The only chair in the room, a two-seat sofa, was placed against the wall and was full of piles of clothes and children books. An ironing table was placed between the sofa and the TV cabinet, and the victim’s body lay not far from it. The forensic was probably right; she was likely to be ironing the clothes when she was hit on the head. Jack went to his suspect and squatted in front of him.

The husband lifted up his head when he heard Jack coming. When he met Jack’s eyes, he started wailing, “I didn’t mean that to happen! She made me so mad. I didn’t mean to hit her; I didn’t mean to kill her.” He clutched and shook Jack’s shoulder, as if he was forcing Jack to believe him. “It was an accident; we were just talking and suddenly she’s on the floor with blood on her head. I haven’t been thinking straight; something must have gotten inside of me! What should I do now? What can I do now?” he cried out.

Jim took the hands off his shoulder and put him at arm’s length. “Calm down, Sir, calm down,” Jack snapped at him. “Tell me from the beginning what happened. Pull yourself together and give me the details.”

Tears seemed to fall continuously down the husband’s cheek. He was a big man, with bald head, strong hands and terrified eyes. Jack could see the possibility of his suspect unintentionally killed his wife with his bare hands. The husband was choking on his own tears and kept pleading Jack to let him go, to let his daughters go. He kept shaking his head feverishly, insisting that it was a pure incident. Jack listened to his rant attentively, trying to find some clues from what he said. At one point Jack raised his hand and told the suspect to be quiet. He asked, “What do you mean it was also your late wife’s fault? What did she do exactly?”

“She kept mocking the mayor candidate whom I supported!”

Jack frowned. “The mayor candidate? Are you talking about the recent election of the town’s mayor?”

“Yes! We supported different candidates and mine lost the election. She had been throwing insults at my candidate at how despicable he and his voters were, how he deserved to lose. She just wouldn’t stop!”

“So, you two had different political choices? How long had you been arguing over this?”

The husband shrugged and dried up his tears with the back of his hand. “I don’t know, perhaps a couple of months since the campaign started. I can never understand what qualities she saw in the mayor she supported. He is a fraud and a people pleaser, someone without character. My candidate is a much better person than him. He has better track records than her choice,” he complained.

Jack couldn’t believe what he just heard. From what he saw, the husband didn’t show even a slight remorse of what he had done. He just continued complaining about and criticizing the political choice of his dead wife. Jack raised his hand again, “So you hit her on the head with the iron she was holding.”

“It wasn’t like that!” the husband straightened up, his eyes were filled with petrifying fanaticism and confusion. He lowered down his voice, “It wasn’t exactly like that. She was ironing the clothes over there when I turned the TV on. There was this talk show on TV, inviting the spokespersons of the candidates who won and who lost. They were pointing fingers at each other and arguing about who was cheating during the election, who was more liked by the voters, and so on. We turned our full attention to the show, and we also voiced our own opinions every now and then about what might and should have happened. She made me upset with her arguments. I don’t remember when I snatched the iron she was holding in her hand and hit her head with it. When I looked down she was already on the floor and there was this pool of blood next to her ears. I didn’t mean it to happen! I just wanted her to be quiet!” The suspect was out of breath after his lengthy confession.

Jack was too dumbfounded to even say anything. He felt too sick in his guts to even try to draw conclusion from what his suspect was saying. “You’re saying that you killed your wife over a political choice, over people you aren’t even personally acquainted with? Over people who won’t give a damn about the future of your family, of your children, after we process you for the crime you committed?”

The husband bowed his head and whispered, “She shouldn’t have been saying those nasty things about my candidate. Okay, my candidate lost, her candidate won and will become the next mayor. But it’s not fair for him if he keeps being criticized. Everybody has flaws, don’t they? Why won’t everybody stop discussing about my candidate’s past mistakes? They should all move on.” After saying that, he started wailing again.

The young detective got up and walked to the house’s bathroom. He threw up everything he ate for dinner down the toilet. When he looked at himself in the mirror, he realized he was enraged with the suspect’s stupidity that had cost his wife’s life; that had made his children lose their mother. It was all because of politics. It was because people exercised their rights to choose people over their own conscience and beliefs. The forensic came from behind Jack and startled him. He asked if Jack would like to interview the witnesses now. Jack nodded. Be right there, he said. He needed to regain his composure first.

Jack’s team had put the suspect’s daughters in the children bedroom. As he entered the room he saw the older of the two stroking the back of her younger sister, telling her to calm down. Both of them looked up and stared at him as he walked to the foot of the bed. He pulled a chair from the desk near the door and sit in front of them. A policewoman was there as well to provide psychological support. Jack took a deep breath. He hated what he was going to ask from his witnesses. “I’m sorry for the loss of your mother, and I’m really sorry for having to make you go through everything again by asking you questions,” he said to the older. “Please tell me what you saw. Everything. Enlighten me. I need to know what really happened.”

The older, who was about thirteen years old, stared at Jack with emptiness in her eyes. “We could hear what our father told you earlier in the living room. It was like that. That’s exactly what happened.”

“Their arguments …,” Jack trailed off, trying to find the right words to convey his question. “Have they been having them for a while?”

“Forever,” the younger, who was about ten years old, cut him. She looked at Jack with tears filling her eyes. “They never stopped talking about those candidates. They proudly talked about their strengths. They mocked the other’s weaknesses.”

“They had become emotionally invested,” the older added. “They thought the critics toward their candidates were actually directed at them. Mom saw dad’s candidate’s flaws as dad’s own flaws, and vice versa. We’ve heard nothing but insults, mockeries, and critics thrown at the candidates and at each other. We grew very tired of them.”

“Were you there when your dad hit your mom with the iron?”

The younger nodded. “We were sitting on the floor, doing our homework. We could hear their voices above the voices from the TV. We didn’t quite follow what’s being talked about on TV, but our parents suddenly started screaming and yelling at each other. My sister took me in her arms when dad sprang toward our mom and snatched the iron she was holding.”

“It was only one hit,” the older said with hoarse voice. “I closed my sister’s eyes. I didn’t want her to see how dad hurt our mom.” She started crying again. “Dad only hit her once and then she fell. The blood was too much; everything was too much. It shouldn’t be like that. Dad and mom were wrong to get into politics. Those people are just like other people, some good and some bad. Why did our parents have to argue and have differences over them? Those people are not important to us; they have nothing to do with us. And now they made us lose our parents.” She embraced her younger sister and wept.

The younger looked at Jack in the eyes and said, “Our parents loved those people more than they loved us. They’ve been on their toes for months, ready to attack or to defend their candidates. Mom and dad didn’t care when they yelled and screamed in front of us. I don’t understand why this is happening, but I wonder how the mayor will help us.”

“We won’t receive any help from the mayor or his people,” the older said bitterly. “Why would we after what they did to our family?”

Jack was out of words. He got up and left the room, ready to throw up again this nauseating feeling that’s eating at him. He clenched his fists and leaned on the jamb of the bathroom door. He thought that the reason for the crime committed was as ridiculous as someone telling him that the sun could rise from the west. It was unlikely to happen, but it happened. Someone was already killed, and another person would be sent to prison. His heart broke for the children who got traumatized by the whole ordeal. He cleared his throat when he heard someone approaching him.

“Are you done with the interview?” the forensic asked him.

Jack nodded, “Yes, for now. I didn’t have the heart to continue.”

The forensic pursed his lips. “I know what you mean. We’ll be transporting the body soon. Be prepared, reporters are coming.”

“Why would they?” Jim asked curiously.

“Someone has leaked to the media that the murder was triggered by the recent mayor’s election. They’ll be coming at this crime scene like packs of hungry wolves.”

“It won’t do the children any good,” Jack murmured.

“I agree with you. But I wasn’t surprised when I read the news of this crime on internet already.”

“Seriously? Did the internet reporters come here before us, or what?” Jim raised his voice. He always saw the media as a weak and disturbing link in his and his team’s effort to solve crime and decrease crime rate.

“Maybe it’s one of the neighbors. You know how it is these days; anybody with camera-equipped cell phone can appoint themselves as reporter, regardless how accurate the information they’re reporting about.” The forensic took a look at where the body was found and at the whole house. “They’re not rich people. What good would it do them to get themselves involved in politics up to this rate? A crime happened and there are victims, innocent children, for goodness sake. What a shame.”

“Maybe they dreamed of making a change by supporting certain candidate,” Jack muttered. “But they took it too far, too personally, at the cost of their family. The suspect might have had anger issue before this, considering the facts that he was able to kill his wife with one blow, and didn’t seem guilty at all about it.”

“Noted,” said the forensics. “Gosh, every time I turn my phone on I see people slaughtering each other on social media over their political choices. And in real life, I see real body sprawled on the floor because she didn’t know how to hold back her political opinion and angered her temperamental husband. This is a nightmare. Election is supposed to be a party, people’s party to celebrate people’s freedom of speech, and a party which is filled with contestation of ideas to make this world a better place.”

“Party, my ass. From what I see, political election, and what comes before and after it, provides an arena for people to direct their dislike toward people who are different from them. Everybody thinks the world owes them something; everybody needs to say something and to be heard; everybody has to vent out their emotions. Likewise, in social media and real life. Election is not a party to celebrate democracy anymore. And the ultimate power never belongs to the people; it belongs to a group who has the most money and influence in our society.”

They stopped talking when they heard the ambulance siren stop outside of the house. Jack watched as his partners put the handcuff on the husband’s hands, and as the policewoman led the daughters to one of the police cars lining outside. Jack murmured, “Stupid and unprepared people just take everything in without thinking, and change the whole democracy party into their own killing spree. This isn’t people’s party at all.”

* * *


Randomness Inside My Head is the first book from Rijo Tobing, an indie author based in Cikarang.

It is a collection of twelve short stories written in English published in October 2016, with themes ranging from love, family dynamics, and life in general.

Readers will join unexpected journeys in the train of thoughts of the author.

As random as the stories may seem, they have underlying spirits that are familiar to human kind since the beginning of time.

As cited from one of the readers, the women in this book are loving, independent, and decisive. Brave enough to admit their feelings, strong enough to provide support when they themselves are lacking, wise enough to notice the defeat and to walk forward without looking back. (Sandra Soetanto – Finance Professional)



His name was Ali and his life was pretty ordinary. At the moment, he was working in Datuk Lo’s shop and he slept at its terrace every night. One day when he just had dinner, a crash happened just in front of him. Two motorbikes and the men driving them fell on the sidewalk. People started to gather and watch the men argue and fight. They got impatient after a while. The motorbikes were put aside and Ali watched them with wonder.

He never rode a motorbike before, but he had seen people riding it all the time. Without thinking Ali jumped onto the red motorbike and sped up through the busy streets and the traffic jam. He directed the motorbike towards the parking lot of a shopping mall, while the people and the police were chasing after him. Their shouts sounded like roaring thunder in his ears.

As random as the crash, Ali’s decision to steal the motorbike made a turn in his life. Would the crowd catch him, or would he get away with the first crime he ever committed?

“Reading this book is like taking a journey, an imagination one.”

— Helda Manuhutu, HR Professional


Enjoy this book on a rainy day with a cup of coffee.

The Tug of Date

He turned to face her. “Yes?”

“What time do you get off work?”


“Dinner at my place. On me,” she said under her breath.

He couldn’t quite hide his smile. “Is it a date?”

“It’s a token of gratitude,” she corrected him. “Are you in or not?”

“I’ll be back at seven.”

“I don’t cook.”

He shrugged, “I don’t mind takeaways.”


* * *


“Are you sure you’re going to be okay?”

“I am. Besides, your family is waiting for you.”

“I’ll be calling you every five minutes.”

She chuckled, “Don’t. I don’t want to stare at my phone all the time, waiting for your text and call.”

“I did that when we were away from each other the last time.”

She shot him a wide grin. “I know. I did that, too.”

“I should have dropped the phone and flown to where you were,” he added.

“So, why didn’t you?”


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RIMH BOOK LAUNCH: Recorded Live Videos

Here are all recorded FB live videos from yesterday’s event (BOOK LAUNCH: Randomness Inside My Head).

The quality is low, but it’s a living proof of my life. 😊

20170408 – BOOK LAUNCH: Randomness Inside My Head

At the chore, everything is given.

At the end, everything is for His glory.



That day arrived and that day was over. It was one of the most important days in my life, and the very important people came to celebrate it with me. I thank everyone who has made the time to come. I appreciate everyone who has kept their promises to come. My respect to you all.

I was lucky to find PT Tiga Pilar as the long-run companion for RIMH. We share the same fighting spirit and we always strive to do our best. I hope we can work together in many more projects and years to come. I’m also thankful for the MC, speakers, sponsors, book buyers, et cetera. The list is too long, haha! Seriously, I’m grateful for you all.

I wouldn’t have been the person I am right now if I hadn’t worked in Balikpapan ten years ago. The job was the toughest I had so far. I dealt with difficult people, and yet I had to get the jobs done. My deepest respect to my former bosses and colleagues in Kalimantan Region, PT HMS, who had turned me from a cry-baby into someone who has eyes on the goals and drives to always move forward. They taught me the hardness of corporate life, and they also taught me how to partner up with vendors and other stakeholders. Without the experience cultivated there, I couldn’t have been able to get any sponsor for this book launch. Thank you, friends, you shaped my resilience.

Anggarda Paramita Hanjaya Mandala Sampoerna

Now back to writing my second book, a novel, inspired by one of the stories in RIMH; and back to Taekwondo class after 2-week break. But first, let me have that spa and massage.