Prelude

Well, things have to start somewhere and it is starting now. From this moment, I shall document my life in this public diary for people to judge and criticise. Perhaps without the pressure of face-to-face scenarios, I can express myself more truthfully and not be so reserved. I start this blog in hope of becoming less self-conscious, as it makes me rather secretive and introverted as most of my friends will find me.

I hope people will get to understand me better through this journal and know who I truly am, even though I am searching for it myself as well! I don't even know how many people will be interested enough to read up to this point (another of my inferiority complexes at work) but I wish this wandering around in wonderland will eventually lead me to somewhere. Anywhere but here.

The story so far:

The past is passe but I constantly hang on to those moments that I love and cannot bear to let go. 21 years is very long and I have to be ashamed of how little I have achieved up to this point in time. I started out as a child embracing imagination and invention. I love creating mysteries as some of my childhood friends will know. Some of you might even remember I was using the pseudonym Mr Peppermint as well?

I still fancy little surprises now and it has always been my dream for someone to create a mystery just for me to solve. I find it intimately romantic and incredibly sweet. People should watch 'Amelie' to understand this.

I remember I was rather talkative back then but god knows what happened along the way. I became a shivering, self-doubting student with suicidal tendencies. Apart from being an arts advocater passionate in singing, acting and dancing, I was no more than a nerdy porn addict suffering from a bout of alopecia.

And I went on to become a slave for the country and that is also an intense period of self-discovery. I took on many personas ever since: a self-proclaimed witch versed in tarot and astrology; a fanatic with three-minute passions of becoming a singer, writer, psychologist, journalist and special education teacher; a hazardous heavy vehicle driver; an infatuated repeater operator; a naive full-time mistress; a talent scout aka a professional flatterer; and a disappointed serial dater.

Today, I am a part-time tutor suffering from pre-uni phobia and under a weight gain and water detox plan. Any speculations on what I will become next?