I was born in Malaysia but am a Filipino citizen. Up until the end of high school my views on life were a huge amalgamation of the Malaysian culture that I was surrounded with and the Filipino household I would return to everyday. While in Secondary school a large number of my friends were children of diplomats. Their parents would tell me amazing stories from all over the world and encouraged me to be a diplomat. Seeing how they were given privileges and could change countries every 3 years really fueled my need to see the world and further experience different cultures. I did my undergraduate in IR in one of strongholds of diplomacy, Geneva. At the tender age of 16 that was overwhelming and in a city where I didn’t speak the language it got quite depressing sometimes. I waited tables in a small Filipino restaurant illegally for 2 months before I discovered the wonders of doing school work for the privileged students in my school. Word got out very fast and soon I was making very good money with a network of kids from various royalties and oil and gas countries. This became a business for me and I was even outsourcing work to old classmates of mine back in Malaysia. This little business of mine funded my travels all over Europe and the Middle- East. Every small school break and I was out of the country straight away. During my working years I would directly deal with import/export officers in port cities all over the world and had to go into jungles to outsource grains and seeds from indigenous tribes and clans. Seeing their means of living first hand has really motivated to enjoy the simple things in life. Being in the jungle with no technology and playing with the kids while teaching them English has been very fulfilling. Sometimes in exchange for their yield they do not even want monetary payments but instead electricity, a road or fertilizer. The difficulty of access to these commodities for them makes these items of higher value compared to money itself. I’ve seen parents go through trash in a garbage dump in Bolivia just to feed their kids rotten leftovers. Ive been offered many different passports and ID’s during my journeys. Paraguayan, Bolivian, Nicaraguan and Honduran. I’ve seen the amount of approaches from smugglers in port cities and how there is an agent for every single thing in every country. It is just unbelievable. These stories and external factors are what have given me the drive to be somebody while never forgetting to give back to the community and of course don’t discount travelling. I’ve been extremely lucky to have met people from all walks of life from Laborers to CEO’s of MNC’s to farmers to politicians and that has given me the skills exposure and balance to interact and hopefully one day make my parents proud. This is my motivation.