The truth is, Agung was never meant to be my name. My mom wanted Agus — you know, the classic Indo name, mass-produced like mie instan 🍜. But maybe that’s the problem. Too many Aguses walking around. So my dad came through with Agung. Sounds like some Bali prince or gamelan prodigy… but nope. Just me. Not Balinese. Just… here.
Sukariman? That’s a whole other drama.
SU from Sulastri, my mom — the real MVP.
KARIM, from the Karim family, who literally picked baby me up from the hospital when my parents were broke. No grab, no gojek, just pure kindness ❤️
And MAN? That’s for Basman, my dad. Or as I like to call it… Bestman. Lols.
So yeah, even my name is a mashup of love, struggle, and last-minute decisions 🎲
I was supposed to be in a band 🎸. Or an esports team 🎮. Or I dunno, doing something that didn’t involve debugging tracking scripts at 2am. Not to mention that one dream — becoming a Game Master at Netmarble. Yup. I really thought I’d be managing MMORPG servers, banning cheaters, and giving away item codes like Oprah. Life said nope.
But here I am — writing, clicking, optimizing pixels, and biking long rides 🚴♂️ like I’m running away from my own roadmap.
Sometimes I look in the mirror and think: am I really living the life I thought I would? Probably not. But at least I’m still moving. Still me. Just weirder now.
This blog? Don’t expect perfection. Expect detours, noise, unfinished thoughts, and maybe a few dead jokes along the way 💀