About

15 October 2010

I am a mid twentyish person from Singapore who moved to Belgium in 2007 for this big ole job with a huge corporation. Worked hard, made some awesome friends and loved it immensely.

Two years down that road, I woke up realising I had to do something. I was young and still at that “age” (well, in my books, we are always at that age – but thats another discussion) where I could do things worthy of what poets wrote about and all that bohemian tralala.

So, I bought a plane ticket.

Said goodbye to the people I cared about. Cried. Laughed. I told my family again that I was not mental by quitting my perfectly good job. I sold my car. And packed my things. Into exactly 16 boxes.

I left 6 months after that fateful day, that day I woke up all existential.

And I went around the world. India. Nepal. Singapore. New York. Colombia. Peru. Bolivia. Chile. Argentina.

And then a few months after that, I end up in Spain. This is where I am now.

 

Edit (8 June 2011)

Well, not quite in Spain. I have been in Madrid the past 8 months and it has been simply lovely – the friends and the Mediterranean climate certainly agrees with me. Now I am a NextGen Fellow with Emzingo and I’m off to South Africa to work with PUSH, an NGO with its activities and programs related to AIDS/HIV and I’m there to implement a part of their strategic plan to help transform the organisation into a self sustaining social business. I’ll be in South Africa for 10 weeks.

 

So this is my story.