From the age of 15 I knew I wanted to be a professional Muay Thai fighter. I remember going down to Golden Mile, looking at all the Thai boxing magazines and thinking, “I want to be like that.”

I’d just kick and punch late at night with no idea what I was doing.

My dad raised me after my parents divorced. There was no electricity at one point because we couldn’t pay the bills and I had to study using candlelight.

The neighborhood I grew up in was filled with ah bengs as well as expats. Teaching the expat kids how to speak Singlish and swear in Malay and Hokkien was always funny.

I was inspired by how kids in Thailand who come from poverty or have had been abandoned have to compete in Muay Thai for a living.

Seeing how they give their everything when they fight—their blood, sweat and tears—to make money to send home to their families makes you thankful for what you’ve got.

Selling pizza by the slice just wasn’t done in Singapore six years ago, so I thought it would be a great idea. I found a good location with lots of character. Honestly, I don’t think anywhere in Singapore can beat Orchard Towers for that!

I like adrenaline, but being on roller coasters and bungee jumping make me sick in the stomach. I can do them but I just don’t see the point!

I’m not going to lie and say an intellectual girl with a good sense of humor turns me on. If it’s included, it’s a bonus! I mean are we going to get it on, or are we going talk about books all night?

I was the first Singaporean to ever win at the famous Lumpini Boxing Stadium in Bangkok.

The odds were 5:3 (against me) going into the fight. All the Thai gamblers were hoping my Thai opponent would whoop my ass.

You can only trust yourself and sadly sometimes, you’ve got to be heartless. Because the world can be a f***ed up place.