Second born, a daughter.

Born to a maker of dreams and a mother of quiet, steady grace.

In the shadow of ancient ways, carrying the forbidden flame of the fire horse - a wild spark held in a quiet world.

A small township bound by unyielding tradition, set against the brutal surge of industrial dawn.

Absorbing raw nature and human breath into her soul, grounded in this world, yet struggling to catch the tide of swift change.

From girlhood classrooms to political studies at university, I learned the world through iron rules and a hardening city.

Chasing solace on two wheels along the Han River as concrete buried the earth.

Seeking wider horizons, I moved through friends, suitors, and admired beauty, yet remained a quiet stranger, an island in the crowd.

Realizing books held no answers for her restless search, she turned to fashion - a mirror of a people’s quiet wishes.

Assisting in the birth of borrowed designs and high-street dreams, she found a strange window into the human soul,

decoding what people hunger for, one garment at a time.

Leaving the old world behind to discover her own reflection in the heart of a shimmering, restless metropolis.

A feast of early internet, bold ideas, and unfiltered human life, I drank in every new tide of thought and culture.

Eager, untethered, and alive in a season of endless possibility.

A brave new world where skill outshone background, opening digital gates into the architecture of a changing planet.

Designing webs, building servers, and stepping into a gleaming life.

Living high in the urban current, wrapped in cosmopolitan ease.

But sensing the fragile edge of a digital storm, her eyes turned toward the next chapter.

Crossing the ocean to a land wary of the digital horizon, where ancient bureaucracy held firm against the fast modern rush.

Discovering deep roots of fairness and quiet, unyielding principles.

Danced through midnight streets with beautiful, kindred souls, while her eyes kept searching for the next horizon.

Stepping into the heat of event catering by chance, I found my hands awakening to a whole new world.

The screen gave way to the kitchen, bringing a fresh, grounding passion.

Without abandoning the digital realm, two worlds aligned - balancing precision of mind with the tangible magic of food.

Gathering skills across traditions - Korean, Japanese, Chinese, and Western - turning passion into rigorous, certified mastery.

The familiar hearth brought restoration to both body and spirit.

Amidst tastes of home, I found my core philosophy: that what feeds us at the table is the very anchor of human society.

Back in Swiss lands, turning qualifications into real-world craft through restaurant lines, private caterings, and spontaneous gatherings.

In the mountains of Engadine, I fed a creative realm, pouring boundless spirit into daily East-meets-West creations.

An exhilarating peak of dedication and fuel - halted only by the sacred duty of a daughter’s farewell.

Grief softened the burning rush into a search for deeper truth.

Shifting away from decorative trends toward simple, grounding staples.

Here, step by step, my table became a sanctuary - guiding myself and others back to the core of what it means to live.

Crossing continents to stay sharp and build the foundation for my own restaurant - balancing Swiss precision with raw, wild kitchens in Nepal.

Beyond the stove, turning thread into a tool for empowerment and structure.

Solitude became a sanctuary of purpose: a fertile soil to design the blueprint for my own upcoming home and business.

Around the Corner  in Bansbari : Garden Restaurant & Event Venue 

Oshell Food Bar in Lazimpat : Self-Service Fast Food Corner

Five Elements Organic Bastion (5EOB.FARM)

Kimchi and processed food production