When I was baby, I, like many Asian children, went through a ritual in which my parents placed a variety of objects in a room, and I was allowed to freely explore and choose one. Some babies choose the stack of cash (much to their parents' delight). Others choose the stethoscope, which is pretty much the same thing as choosing the cash, since it means you'll become a doctor.
I chose the pen. And so, I fell in love with writing, from the very beginning.
Here, you'll find my informal musings on a variety of subjects — from food, travel, and dance to technology and economics.