People who don’t know me well might think I’m quiet and shy, but those closest to me know that I’ve always loved being seen, heard, and on stage. From storytelling competitions to drama camps and award-winning performances, acting has always been my favourite way to express myself—even if it never made it to TV or film. This is a little reflection on loving the spotlight, craving the stage, and still secretly wishing for a role in a horror movie.

New Year’s Eve 1999 wasn’t just about welcoming the year 2000 — it was about shared excitement, packed trains, and a father who always found ways to turn ordinary moments into lifelong memories. Twenty-six years later, this is a tribute to the night that marked the end of a millennium and the beginning of memories I’ll forever hold close.

My first international trip wasn’t on a plane or a grand holiday—it was a childhood journey to Singapore at the age of ten, visiting family. What stayed with me wasn’t the destination, but the warmth of my late aunty who took time off just to show me around, treated me to endless Happy Meals, and made me feel so deeply loved. That trip became my very first window to the world beyond home.

Growing up, my love for movies began with weekend cinema trips with my late father. Whether it was watching the latest Disney film on the big screen or rewinding our precious VHS tapes of The Little Mermaid, Aladdin, and The Lion King, those moments became the foundation of a lifelong love for storytelling. Even today, every movie night reminds me of the warmth of those memories.

A little throwback on how I accidentally became a Social Media Manager — from dreaming of fashion writing, to content moderation, to agency life, and now evolving into strategy and insights.