Reflection on my work at Remote Year

Remote Year is indeed a badass startup, it "brings together communities of professionals, entrepreneurs, and adventurers for an unforgettable year of personal and professional growth. Together, they spend a year living, working, and travelling in 12 different cities (around the planet), seeing the world as they never have before." I joined the company 6 months … Continue reading Reflection on my work at Remote Year

My letter to God

I would never forget the darkest night of my life, a night that would haunt me for many years thereafter. I sat on the pavement of Lonsdale street in Melbourne and cried out loud. It was June 2008 and my life had turned upside down in a short month. I was suddenly out of law … Continue reading My letter to God


I met Brave at a nightclub on a cold winter night when I was twenty-two. All I could remember about my first encounter with him was that he ran after me when I left. "Miss, it's late, let me escort you home." "It's indeed late. How about you answer a question? If you get it right … Continue reading 864

Varsity day

Oxford, England May 2016  Alan had earned the Oxford Blues (athlete) title and was about to compete in the annual Varsity between Oxford University and Cambridge University. We had a little fight the night before the game. Alan was upset since some of his friends wouldn't be able to make it. I was busy writing … Continue reading Varsity day

In the heart of life

Dan Eldon is my hero. He died at 22 while photographing the Somalia civil war, ironically in an attack originated by the United Nations. Dan is the person that satisfies my quest for the foundation of moral, he said: “Man’s inhumanity to his fellow man is due to ignorance, not intent. Children must be taught … Continue reading In the heart of life

A place that scares me

An imperfect moment  I have a habit of screening through pictures, years of pictures, maybe once every week. I have always looked for the perfect moments in the past. For some reasons, I have an ideal version of the past - it is always perfect. I was born a perfectionist. I live for the beauty. … Continue reading A place that scares me

Meditation on Preparation

One can never be prepared enough to be Alexander the Great, one can never be prepared enough to be the President. Similarly and realistically, you can never be prepared enough for the new, the bigger, the greater, and lots of times the unimaginable. What is in the word 'Preparation'? Preparation is the art of building your stairs, … Continue reading Meditation on Preparation


One of my most vivid childhood memories is locking myself in a room with books, a lot of books, especially the encyclopaedias. I have been looking for every clue ever written on paper about the internal philosophical maze that has both amused and eaten me alive since I was conscious of my existence. Silence has … Continue reading Entitlement

Business of imagination

Oxford, England We strolled around town, museums and colleges looking like castles. Alan, in his navy suits, ran after some kids and indeed made one cry. I laughed mischievously while comforting their poor mothers. Everyone on the street stared at us and somewhat envied our carelessness. There were days when Alan sat with the chief officers … Continue reading Business of imagination

How much is enough?

There are two types of questions - Good questions and useless questions - "How much is enough?", to me, is sort of both. I have always known for granted that no one has the intellectually satisfying answer for another person (and in most cases for oneself). I have also acknowledged there is a high chance I … Continue reading How much is enough?