February 7, 2016


After 2 years of hiatus, I decided to make use of this blog again..

So here is some quick updates:

My small IOS venture has been incorporated in Singapore

after receiving Serie A funding from a local Indonesian VC of up to $US1 Million.

Stories here:




It was always nice to also have the extra benefits from the media exposure, mostly big local media.

I wouldn’t consider myself a celebrity, nothing bothers me more than being viewed as a “proud” person.

But here I would like to express my gratitudes to the people that made it all possible:

My family, that includes parents, siblings in particular Rokimas my brother, and my cousin Dede whom, without him, we would not go this far.

My friends who stayed with me and believed in me all through the up and downs of Touchten, Christine Sutjipto, Siska, Sherwin Tobing, and all those I did not mentioned, you will always be in my heart.

My business partners, Ideosource, Lolo sianipar and all that made it possible.

This is NOT the END.

This is the start of a marathon, a very long and exhausting one.

But watch out! Our company – Touchten will finish strong and I dedicate the rest of this entry

to a beautiful poem that kept me and apparently Nelson Mandela strong,

in times that I thought, quitting is the only way. In the painful moments that made the belief fades..


These are the words of William Ernest Henry, written after he lost his legs amputated due to war.. These are the words that gave me strength and the power to carry on, the discipline to continue, and the hope that set me free…

Thank you for reading!

PS: RIP Steve Jobs

My only regrets is not meeting and thanking you personally, for giving me a living and a hope to make it big. May someone great “up there” repay what you did to my life and family’s fate.

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

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