Preface
If you're a wanderer and you think no one thinks the same way you do, no one sees the world the same way you see it and no one understands contexts the same way you did, then you are welcome to stay. If you're not, then you will have to set your ego aside, open your minds and be ready to accept any form of information (Disclaimer: Contents may be unrealistic) and knowledge I write in this blog or any other blogs for that matter.
Introduction
Good (insert the appropriate greeting according to your time zone here) I bid to you. Here is an introduction to me. You must know that everything has got to own a definition. So, now you must be asking what is the definition for this homo sapiens they call Elsie Isabella? Or not because you just don't care. Well, curious or not, I'll tell you the definition of.. well, ME.
(Warning: Content may include excessive cliche phrases. And a LOT of side notes.. like, A LOT. You have been warned.)
By definition, I am a mother-centered person who love my mother to a fault. Any type of change or alterations that cause improvements in my surroundings inspires me.
And there you have it. My definition of myself (by far the most narcissistic thing I have ever done). Just how atoms once named itself (because brain is made of atom and a person with a brain named atom as atom. Get it?). My world revolves around those words. I believe in everything justified (because if they're not, then they're either just a theory or plain wrong).
Now, for the surface details or what my 11-year-old self likes to call it: Biodata.
I am a second child among 4 siblings (sibling gender ratio is 1:1. I am the eldest daughter) raised by my dearly loved single-mother in a small quarters at Sabah (Yep, a Sabahan here!). I have a brother and by now you should probably know that I am the second child (that's why I have the typical '2nd child=black sheep' character going on). I love adventure but my physique does not allow it (my motor control is bad since birth..why? Maybe because my mother's womb hasn't healed completely after my elder brother's birth before she gave birth to me like 10 months later. Although that's a big MAYBE, I can't help but blame the insatiable human desire of him for it. Yes, the him that ruined our family and conveniently left for the best). Now for the minor details. Favorite food? Nothing particular as long as it tastes good and has a good texture whether it be super crunchy, super squishy, super light, super creamy and all that jazz. Least favorite food: Anything bitter or odd tasting. Favorite mood: Sad (Weird but yes, I enjoy sadness for it's quality and lessons it taught me). Favorite music: Sad love songs. Favorite act: Comedy or romance (total opposites to balance the flavor). Strength: Ability to seek the best in others. Weakness: Reliving traumatic moments and not moving on. I am a Self Proclaimed: Professional writer (cue *shake head = 'nope'), Clingy lover (cue *puke - 'ewww') and Creative hoarder (cue *jaw drop = 'you gotta be kiddin me').
I'd love to write more but I have class at 7am tomorrow. So that's me.
As a farewell, I'd like to leave you with this random question: "What is your favorite soft drink and what do you think mine is?". Comment down below 'cause I really wanna know! Cheers.
If you're a wanderer and you think no one thinks the same way you do, no one sees the world the same way you see it and no one understands contexts the same way you did, then you are welcome to stay. If you're not, then you will have to set your ego aside, open your minds and be ready to accept any form of information (Disclaimer: Contents may be unrealistic) and knowledge I write in this blog or any other blogs for that matter.
Introduction
Good (insert the appropriate greeting according to your time zone here) I bid to you. Here is an introduction to me. You must know that everything has got to own a definition. So, now you must be asking what is the definition for this homo sapiens they call Elsie Isabella? Or not because you just don't care. Well, curious or not, I'll tell you the definition of.. well, ME.
(Warning: Content may include excessive cliche phrases. And a LOT of side notes.. like, A LOT. You have been warned.)
By definition, I am a mother-centered person who love my mother to a fault. Any type of change or alterations that cause improvements in my surroundings inspires me.
And there you have it. My definition of myself (by far the most narcissistic thing I have ever done). Just how atoms once named itself (because brain is made of atom and a person with a brain named atom as atom. Get it?). My world revolves around those words. I believe in everything justified (because if they're not, then they're either just a theory or plain wrong).
Now, for the surface details or what my 11-year-old self likes to call it: Biodata.
I am a second child among 4 siblings (sibling gender ratio is 1:1. I am the eldest daughter) raised by my dearly loved single-mother in a small quarters at Sabah (Yep, a Sabahan here!). I have a brother and by now you should probably know that I am the second child (that's why I have the typical '2nd child=black sheep' character going on). I love adventure but my physique does not allow it (my motor control is bad since birth..why? Maybe because my mother's womb hasn't healed completely after my elder brother's birth before she gave birth to me like 10 months later. Although that's a big MAYBE, I can't help but blame the insatiable human desire of him for it. Yes, the him that ruined our family and conveniently left for the best). Now for the minor details. Favorite food? Nothing particular as long as it tastes good and has a good texture whether it be super crunchy, super squishy, super light, super creamy and all that jazz. Least favorite food: Anything bitter or odd tasting. Favorite mood: Sad (Weird but yes, I enjoy sadness for it's quality and lessons it taught me). Favorite music: Sad love songs. Favorite act: Comedy or romance (total opposites to balance the flavor). Strength: Ability to seek the best in others. Weakness: Reliving traumatic moments and not moving on. I am a Self Proclaimed: Professional writer (cue *shake head = 'nope'), Clingy lover (cue *puke - 'ewww') and Creative hoarder (cue *jaw drop = 'you gotta be kiddin me').
I'd love to write more but I have class at 7am tomorrow. So that's me.
As a farewell, I'd like to leave you with this random question: "What is your favorite soft drink and what do you think mine is?". Comment down below 'cause I really wanna know! Cheers.
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