R:P

R.P is NOT

• a Nobel Peace Prize laureate/Pulitzer Prize winner.
• a politician/politician wannabe
• a PhD
• a published writer, nor charismatic international speaker, certainly not a TV/radio celebrity, and not even close to a calefare on some Mediacorp set.

So why bother reading this blog then?

Good question, because I’m wondering what kind of a person would be intrigued/fascinated/attracted, nay,bored enough to read the stuff I write, not that anything I write about is going to change the world or propagate a radically novel idea.

If there’s anything about me, I’m intrinsically fascinated by people and the world around me, and yes, I to just jot my thoughts down and share them, in some warped notion that there would be at least one other person out there who would be remotely interested.

I hold an MBA and graduated from the National University of Singapore with a bachelor’s degree in Economics and English (god, why did I even tell you that??), love fine food and fast cars, and I juggle my time between a professional job and being an armchair economist/ critic/ philosopher/ writer/ whatever.

I totally dig Macs and Venti Vanilla Lattes (Starbucks), and you can pretty much find me fiddling on my Mac at a certain Starbucks joint in the East on my off-days, and pretty much passing the hours being oblivious to the world around me. You may mistake me for some intellectual academic given how I like thick books that come in handy if only to chope seats with, or if the table happens to be shaky.

I have been an Alfisti for as long as I could remember, and I started the day I realised an Alfa Romeo had nothing to do with trying to outdo the exploits of Giacomo Casanova.

I have a sado-maschoistic streak in me that sees me gladly stepping onto tatami mats and engaging in brutal combat in full-contact karate bouts with multiple sparring partners, probably inspired by that scene out of Ip Man (part one) where Donnie Yuen takes out a squad of karate-kas at one go. Otherwise, I get my kick on the rugby pitch— and like I said, I have a sado-mascochistic streak in me.

I may have been Genghis Khan or Niccolo Machiavelli in my previous life. Or equally, I could have been Vlad the Impaler, Hagar the Horrible, or maybe even King “I like to move it move it” Julian— it’s hard to tell, because the clairvoyant was complaining about ‘hazy visions’.

Now what else do you want to know?