Meet one of our Head Judges for Metarox by Tring @pegadaian_id at Metaversary 4.0 @isatto
A dedicated Coach and experience HYROX race judge based in Jakarta, bringing real competitive experience, precision, and professionalism to the arena.
Ensuring every movement counts.
Every standard matters.
Get ready to be pushed beyond your limits and feel the true spirit of competition!
See you at Metaversary 4.0
📅 Sunday, April 26th 2026 Hutan Kota by Plataran, GBK Senayan, Jakarta
Photo profile by: @amriisagala
Design by: @syrhmann
Done my fourty one years of playing the game, falling, learning, rebuilding, and continuing forward.
I no longer see life as something to prove, but as something to walk with awareness. The real privilege is having the chance to choose, to grow, and to change course when needed.
Not everything is loud. Not everything is meant to be explained. Some things simply unfold in their own time, carrying their own reason.
Grateful for the road. Still walking it with my head up, with intention, and open to whatever comes next.
Still playing.
Still learning.
P.S. I know this may not resonate with everyone. But if you took the time to pause and read it, I truly appreciate it.
I never thought I’d enjoy this much, letting machine create images of me. The result feels super realistic, almost like standing in front of a camera without ever needing to pose. It gave me a bridge to something I wasn’t always comfortable with, and I’m glad for that.
Still, as good as AI can be, nothing replaces the real thing. A real photo is more than just an image, it’s the process, the patience, and the craft behind every click. There’s fulfillment in being present, in the small details that only the camera and the photographer can capture.
AI can replicate the look. The real lens captures the journey. And that journey will always matter more.”
I never planned to share a photo of me running. My feed more about how I see the world, not how others see me. But this frame feels different. No pose, no perfect expression — just a moment that flowed on its own. Something raw, unpolished, yet alive. Maybe that’s why I chose to post it. Because sometimes, the story worth telling is the one that simply happens.
Calm, coffee, and a quiet corner. That’s where I reset.
Where thoughts untangle, where strength is brewed slowly, like morning light spilling on wood and worn pages. Not every power move needs noise.
Some begin in silence.
They say summer hasn’t started yet. But for me, it begins long before the calendar says so. It starts with a pull, a quiet longing for salt in the air and sunlight dancing on my skin.
I find myself here again. Chest deep in the water, alone with the waves. Not searching, not escaping, just being. The ocean doesn’t ask questions. It just listens. And the sun? It reminds me I’m alive.
Somewhere between the tides and the stillness,
Remember the soft kisses on a summer's day? It wasn’t about the moment, it was the feeling. That warmth that lingers long after the season ends.
This isn’t a vacation. It’s a return. To warmth, to wildness, to the version of me that doesn’t have to explain anything.
Pre-summer? Maybe.
But for souls like mine, it never really ends. Salt, sun, and solitude, this is how I come home to myself. The ocean listens when the world is too loud. And the sun? It keeps my fire alive.
