Born and bred in Malaysia, I was named Royce and my sister named Rose as my mother's attempt at creativity, redefining the name Rolls Royce. I've been through two years of designing hell at the One Academy, but it did give me good designing skills and the ability to draw figures well. Since coming to Australia I've begun to understand what it means to be independent. In the last year and a half that I've been here I believe I grew into my own skin and expanded my horizons. I could write on and on, but like I learnt in philosophy class... Can words really define me?