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An act of love or suspicion?

The perfect sunny day in London pretty much lightens my mood. Unlike yesterday's cold and gloomy sky, my motivation to write is literally lifted from doomed. Reflecting how surroundings can affect our motivation to do something, perhaps they all start with mind adaptation. Born and bred in Asia, relocating to London is a game changer … Continue reading An act of love or suspicion?

Reigniting cultural values.

Three months prior to landing on a far-away foreign soil, I was talked into revisiting Hofstede's cultural dimensions theory, a framework for cross-cultural communication developed by Geert Hofstede. Being a pragmatic person, I've long cold-stored learning from University days. Not out of disrespecting theories founded by masterly professor, more because I failed in connecting theories … Continue reading Reigniting cultural values.

The miracle sirt-juice.

It has been two weeks since my last post on Sirtfood journey begins. You might be thinking if my motivation of shredding 3kg still hooks. No doubt, it's easy to share any remedy almost immediately just like any other bloggers. The question is, does "sirtfood" really works and deserves our commitment? Mr. Chef and I … Continue reading The miracle sirt-juice.

Culture – Right or Wrong?

During university days, it was hard to define the meaning of culture. As easy as reading off a textbook and completing exams to prove how much management students should know, it was not properly decoded. I mean, how could one possibly know without experiencing it in realtime? Not until I became a lucky bird who … Continue reading Culture – Right or Wrong?

The Love Birds, iPad Pencil Sketching by Jen Eu Allen

I miss him.

I woke up this morning, crawled my left hand to the left side of the bed, to feel if he's there. "Not there. Isn't it Sunday yet?" I must be dreaming. As usual, he's up earlier than me. I got up, put on my bedroom slippers and pair of glasses, switched off the standing fan, … Continue reading I miss him.

Tanjong Beach, Singapore

How far does fame bring me?

First day of fame, it feels amazing. People love me. People adore me. People want a piece of me. Because I am being the perfect me. I didn't want it to stop. Fame is addictive and it's a lot of hard work. It can only grow more, not less. As long as I portray what … Continue reading How far does fame bring me?