"My story begins on a dusty path in a quiet village, where the world felt enormous, and the future was a blurry shape in the distance."
"My story begins on a dusty path in a quiet village, where the world felt enormous, and the future was a blurry shape in the distance."
"My story begins on a dusty path in a quiet village, where the world felt enormous, and the future was a blurry shape in the distance."
The Dream From a Small Town
The Dream From a Small Town
The Dream From a Small Town
Every afternoon after school, I walked home alone on a rocky dirt road. My red-and-white uniform was wrinkled, my shoes dusty, and my backpack heavy. And yet, in my mind, I imagined something different — an air-conditioned office, a desk, a laptop, and me, working like the people I saw on TV.
I didn’t know how to get there. I had no map, no mentor. But dreams were free — and no one could take them away from me.
Every afternoon after school, I walked home alone on a rocky dirt road. My red-and-white uniform was wrinkled, my shoes dusty, and my backpack heavy. And yet, in my mind, I imagined something different — an air-conditioned office, a desk, a laptop, and me, working like the people I saw on TV.
I didn’t know how to get there. I had no map, no mentor. But dreams were free — and no one could take them away from me.
Every afternoon after school, I walked home alone on a rocky dirt road. My red-and-white uniform was wrinkled, my shoes dusty, and my backpack heavy. And yet, in my mind, I imagined something different — an air-conditioned office, a desk, a laptop, and me, working like the people I saw on TV.
I didn’t know how to get there. I had no map, no mentor. But dreams were free — and no one could take them away from me.
Phone Shop & Courier (13 Hours a Day)
Phone Shop & Courier
(13 Hours a Day)
Phone Shop & Courier (13 Hours a Day)
"By day, I worked with my hands. At night, I worked on my dream."
In 2007, while others my age went to college, I was working 13-hour shifts every day at a phone counter. I handled customers, organized inventory, and rode a motorbike across town delivering boxes of mobile phones to small cooperatives. My only day off came once a month.
One time, heavy rain soaked me head to toe while I was riding. I laughed to myself bitterly and kept going. This wasn’t the life I dreamed of — but it was where I learned what real work meant.
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After each exhausting day, I would sit in front of an old, laggy laptop. I wiped off the dust, opened Photoshop 7 and Macromedia Flash, and started teaching myself design. I had no formal training. No design mentor. Just internet tutorials, secondhand books, and an unshakable curiosity.Everyone else was sleeping. But I stayed up, quietly building the foundation of the life I wanted.
"By day, I worked with my hands. At night, I worked on my dream."
In 2007, while others my age went to college, I was working 13-hour shifts every day at a phone counter. I handled customers, organized inventory, and rode a motorbike across town delivering boxes of mobile phones to small cooperatives. My only day off came once a month.
One time, heavy rain soaked me head to toe while I was riding. I laughed to myself bitterly and kept going. This wasn’t the life I dreamed of — but it was where I learned what real work meant.
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After each exhausting day, I would sit in front of an old, laggy laptop. I wiped off the dust, opened Photoshop 7 and Macromedia Flash, and started teaching myself design. I had no formal training. No design mentor. Just internet tutorials, secondhand books, and an unshakable curiosity.Everyone else was sleeping. But I stayed up, quietly building the foundation of the life I wanted.
"By day, I worked with my hands. At night, I worked on my dream."
In 2007, while others my age went to college, I was working 13-hour shifts every day at a phone counter. I handled customers, organized inventory, and rode a motorbike across town delivering boxes of mobile phones to small cooperatives. My only day off came once a month.
One time, heavy rain soaked me head to toe while I was riding. I laughed to myself bitterly and kept going. This wasn’t the life I dreamed of — but it was where I learned what real work meant.
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After each exhausting day, I would sit in front of an old, laggy laptop. I wiped off the dust, opened Photoshop 7 and Macromedia Flash, and started teaching myself design. I had no formal training. No design mentor. Just internet tutorials, secondhand books, and an unshakable curiosity.Everyone else was sleeping. But I stayed up, quietly building the foundation of the life I wanted.
The Hardest Start, My Design journey
The Hardest Start,
My Design journey
The Hardest Start, My Design journey
"Sometimes the path to your dream begins with rejection, not applause."
I landed a job at Redcomm as a Flash Animator. It was my first role in the creative industry — and it wasn’t glamorous. My early designs were mocked. “This is bad,” they said. “Not aesthetic. Not up to standard.”
I was crushed. But I kept going. Every night, I studied more, practiced more, redesigned everything I made. In my second year, I was promoted to Graphic Designer — not because I was the best, but because I refused to give up.
"Sometimes the path to your dream begins with rejection, not applause."
I landed a job at Redcomm as a Flash Animator. It was my first role in the creative industry — and it wasn’t glamorous. My early designs were mocked. “This is bad,” they said. “Not aesthetic. Not up to standard.”
I was crushed. But I kept going. Every night, I studied more, practiced more, redesigned everything I made. In my second year, I was promoted to Graphic Designer — not because I was the best, but because I refused to give up.
"Sometimes the path to your dream begins with rejection, not applause."
I landed a job at Redcomm as a Flash Animator. It was my first role in the creative industry — and it wasn’t glamorous. My early designs were mocked. “This is bad,” they said. “Not aesthetic. Not up to standard.”
I was crushed. But I kept going. Every night, I studied more, practiced more, redesigned everything I made. In my second year, I was promoted to Graphic Designer — not because I was the best, but because I refused to give up.
Design Battles on 99Designs
Design Battles on 99Designs
Design Battles on 99Designs
"Success often hides behind the last door you almost gave up on."
I joined design contests on 99designs — not 10, not 20, but 120 of them. I lost 119 times. Each rejection taught me something new. Each failure sharpened my skills.
Then, submission number 120 won. The same day, I was promoted again — now as a Senior Graphic Designer. I smiled quietly. No one else saw the struggle — but I knew how much it took to get there.
"Success often hides behind the last door you almost gave up on."
I joined design contests on 99designs — not 10, not 20, but 120 of them. I lost 119 times. Each rejection taught me something new. Each failure sharpened my skills.
Then, submission number 120 won. The same day, I was promoted again — now as a Senior Graphic Designer. I smiled quietly. No one else saw the struggle — but I knew how much it took to get there.
"Success often hides behind the last door you almost gave up on."
I joined design contests on 99designs — not 10, not 20, but 120 of them. I lost 119 times. Each rejection taught me something new. Each failure sharpened my skills.
Then, submission number 120 won. The same day, I was promoted again — now as a Senior Graphic Designer. I smiled quietly. No one else saw the struggle — but I knew how much it took to get there.
The Learning Path
The Learning Path
The Learning Path
"Design isn’t just about how it looks. It’s about how it works — and how it feels."
After years in visual design, I began to crave something deeper — I wanted to design products that people actually used. That’s when I discovered UI/UX.
I taught myself everything I could about user flows, wireframes, mobile-first thinking, and interaction design. A former colleague from Redcomm gave me a shot at a new role — UI/UX Designer at Yogrt, a social app similar to Line and WeChat.
From there, I moved across several startups — Moladin, Caping App — learning fast, solving real problems, and building user-centered products.
"Design isn’t just about how it looks. It’s about how it works — and how it feels."
After years in visual design, I began to crave something deeper — I wanted to design products that people actually used. That’s when I discovered UI/UX.
I taught myself everything I could about user flows, wireframes, mobile-first thinking, and interaction design. A former colleague from Redcomm gave me a shot at a new role — UI/UX Designer at Yogrt, a social app similar to Line and WeChat.
From there, I moved across several startups — Moladin, Caping App — learning fast, solving real problems, and building user-centered products.
"Design isn’t just about how it looks. It’s about how it works — and how it feels."
After years in visual design, I began to crave something deeper — I wanted to design products that people actually used. That’s when I discovered UI/UX.
I taught myself everything I could about user flows, wireframes, mobile-first thinking, and interaction design. A former colleague from Redcomm gave me a shot at a new role — UI/UX Designer at Yogrt, a social app similar to Line and WeChat.
From there, I moved across several startups — Moladin, Caping App — learning fast, solving real problems, and building user-centered products.
From Chaos to Clarity
From Chaos to Clarity
From Chaos to Clarity
After moving across multiple startups, I was accepted into Monex (MIFX) — a well-established financial company. I wasn’t joining just to design interfaces. I was handed something far more complex: the company’s entire CRM system.
What I inherited was chaos — scattered data, disconnected systems, and outdated processes. But I saw opportunity in the mess. I dove deep into databases, mapped out every user flow, and began untangling the complexity one knot at a time.
It wasn’t flashy work. It was systems, backends, UX flow rewiring, cross-department integrations. But slowly, everything started to move faster. Smoother. More scalable.
In several years, we scaled the user base from 2,000 to 20,000 clients.
I wasn’t just a designer anymore. I had become a builder of structure — someone who could bridge tech and business, user and system, problem and clarity.
After moving across multiple startups, I was accepted into Monex (MIFX) — a well-established financial company. I wasn’t joining just to design interfaces. I was handed something far more complex: the company’s entire CRM system.
What I inherited was chaos — scattered data, disconnected systems, and outdated processes. But I saw opportunity in the mess. I dove deep into databases, mapped out every user flow, and began untangling the complexity one knot at a time.
It wasn’t flashy work. It was systems, backends, UX flow rewiring, cross-department integrations. But slowly, everything started to move faster. Smoother. More scalable.
In several years, we scaled the user base from 2,000 to 20,000 clients.
I wasn’t just a designer anymore. I had become a builder of structure — someone who could bridge tech and business, user and system, problem and clarity.
After moving across multiple startups, I was accepted into Monex (MIFX) — a well-established financial company. I wasn’t joining just to design interfaces. I was handed something far more complex: the company’s entire CRM system.
What I inherited was chaos — scattered data, disconnected systems, and outdated processes. But I saw opportunity in the mess. I dove deep into databases, mapped out every user flow, and began untangling the complexity one knot at a time.
It wasn’t flashy work. It was systems, backends, UX flow rewiring, cross-department integrations. But slowly, everything started to move faster. Smoother. More scalable.
In several years, we scaled the user base from 2,000 to 20,000 clients.
I wasn’t just a designer anymore. I had become a builder of structure — someone who could bridge tech and business, user and system, problem and clarity.
Until… One Sentence Change Everything
Until… One Sentence Change Everything
Until… One Sentence Change Everything
"Life doesn’t always come with a warning sign."
One afternoon, I was called into a small meeting room. Two people from HR sat across from me. One of them looked at me and said:
“I’m sorry, you’re one of the ones being laid off.”
That was it. Everything paused. The words echoed in my head. No arguments. No blame. Just a quiet exit, and a silent return to my desk — where the unfinished flowchart on my laptop still glowed.
"Life doesn’t always come with a warning sign."
One afternoon, I was called into a small meeting room. Two people from HR sat across from me. One of them looked at me and said:
“I’m sorry, you’re one of the ones being laid off.”
That was it. Everything paused. The words echoed in my head. No arguments. No blame. Just a quiet exit, and a silent return to my desk — where the unfinished flowchart on my laptop still glowed.
"Life doesn’t always come with a warning sign."
One afternoon, I was called into a small meeting room. Two people from HR sat across from me. One of them looked at me and said:
“I’m sorry, you’re one of the ones being laid off.”
That was it. Everything paused. The words echoed in my head. No arguments. No blame. Just a quiet exit, and a silent return to my desk — where the unfinished flowchart on my laptop still glowed.
an Open Ending…
an Open Ending…
an Open Ending…
“Is This the End of the Story?”
Or maybe... it’s a new beginning — waiting for someone to continue it.
If you’re reading this — maybe you're a recruiter, a founder, or someone who believes in stories like mine.
I’m not the best. But I’m real. I’ve been through failure, criticism, reinvention — and I’m still here.
Would you be the one to help me to write the next chapter?
“Is This the End of the Story?”
Or maybe... it’s a new beginning — waiting for someone to continue it.
If you’re reading this — maybe you're a recruiter, a founder, or someone who believes in stories like mine.
I’m not the best. But I’m real. I’ve been through failure, criticism, reinvention — and I’m still here.
Would you be the one to help me to write the next chapter?
“Is This the End of the Story?”
Or maybe... it’s a new beginning — waiting for someone to continue it.
If you’re reading this — maybe you're a recruiter, a founder, or someone who believes in stories like mine.
I’m not the best. But I’m real. I’ve been through failure, criticism, reinvention — and I’m still here.
Would you be the one to help me to write the next chapter?
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