I get hooked on a certain food, a certain idea, a certain song. And I can eat it, think about it and listen to it, repeatedly, incessantly, until I suddenly get sick of it.
You know those brilliant Japanese or Taiwanese variety shows like Tonneruzu (Human Tetris is one part of the show) or the older episodes of Guess Guess Guess? I’m one of those who’d be in my airplane seat, watching them on my iPad, and trying very hard not to laugh out loud. but ending up looking totally ridiculous. And unglamourous.
I once got stuck in a protest in Cusco, Peru, with Min (who’s now the other Indiescapes co-founder). Backpacks on our back, we rode pillion on a motorbike to the airport. We had to make several u-turns and detours, sneak behind slogan-shouting crowds and dodge stone-throwing protestors.
When we got to the airport, we learnt that other travellers had camped overnight at the airport. It was only us who somehow didn’t get the memo.
Childhood was great, but I think I always grew up with a slight identity crisis, being a Malaysian growing up in Singapore.
I’ll speak Mandarin fine with my friends, but once I pick up my parents’ phone call, my friends say I speak funny.
In Primary 4 on Singapore’s National Day, my teacher called me a traitor (jokingly, I think), but that probably left a scar.
I hate being boxed and labeled now.
I wanted to be a doctor with Medecins Sans Frontieres growing up. I went from that to reading law then banking—a 180-degree turn to professions with the worst reputations.
I love reading all sorts of materials, but there’s just something about magazines. I keep almost every issue that I get my hands on.
I even purchase magazines in languages that I do not know.
Collector… hoarder… it’s a fine line.
I loved living in Melbourne. It was one of the best cities to aimlessly walk around.
When M83 played here at Laneway Festival last year I was truly happy. Dancing to the mesmerizing “Midnight City” in a moonlit park, surrounded by fellow festival goers equally lost in the music… the world and I were one.
I’m one of those you wouldn’t want to go on road trips with.
Anything which uses simple yet unconventional ideas to solve complicated problems or to make a difference inspire me. Especially when it’s done with a lot of heart.
People who are full of themselves, who think the world revolves around them and who think they are always right make me sick. Wake up already! The world is huge. All of us are but a tiny part.
The meaning of life? Coffee. Savouring a cup of sweet-smelling black coffee under the sun somewhere. Don’t ask me why.
