My parents called me Moyi. In Hakka, it means little girl, while in Mandarin, it also translates to squid. But I felt more like an octopus: curious, adaptable, and eager to explore the world with every outstretched arm.
Born in Malaysia, I've lived in Singapore, London, and San Francisco before settling in a quiet town in Oregon. Each move marked a metamorphosis, layering new ways of seeing, speaking, and belonging. I carry these landscapes with me, stitching them together through language, culture, art, and memory.
I alternate between writing and painting, consistently motivated by a desire to accomplish my goals. Storytelling is a form of navigation—I map emotions that are often difficult to articulate.
Some stories need a voice; others need color. I write to bring these nuances to the surface, allowing them to rise like ink in water. My writing is rooted in transformation: of place, self, and how we carry the world. I approach the page like a canvas, with layered curiosity, patience, and the confidence that the story will unfold.