COMMENT | One of the things that I love about living in Malaysia is that nothing is ever really black or white. Everything is in shades of greys and I do very well in grey.

I love visiting black and white countries where there are rules and enforcement, they offer me respite from the chaos but after a few weeks, my souls longs for the blurred lines, the mess and the in-between spaces.

For me, the greys are street hawkers that appear at night and sell the best food and give soul to a place. Greys such as the neighbourhoods allowing one of their own to have a party well over 1am without complaints because it happens only once a year or being okay with them closing off the whole street without a permit for a wedding or a funeral.

But as I get older, the call for order and simplicity starts to grow increasingly louder. I look around and the chaos around me seems overwhelming...