You really want to know who this outgoing introvert who cherishes collecting books of novels, comics, almanacs, magazines and one shots more than reading it all one at a time and mind's keeps running wild with imaginations contained in the bubble of floating balloon waiting to be popped by someone else's needle 'cause she's too much of a monkey to pretend she's happy and satisfied with her life when in fact she want to scream inks and hues and too much of a coward to surprise the world of her existence and hidden ambitious capabilities, who suffers insomnia most of her life 'cause she's pretty much an over the top over-thinker but ended up shutting her mouth up and tears away since she's terrified of how cruel the world really is when someone's trying to set things straight because, fun fact, the world ain't was and never will, the world is such a zigzag curves and straight circles, yes it's that confusing, that's why she prefer keeping her tongue, hands, and voice to herself to be in control of her own boring-ish patterned life, and lastly a young lady who plated her lifestyle her own artistic way of watching good movies and series surrounded by finger foods, of prettifying herself  every time she goes jumping into a pool of heaven of art materials, good books, oversize shirts, jogging pants all around her continent  as much as her wallet could possibly vomit, of playing her only and favorite sport, badminton,  of painting her soul and boredom, of spending holidays with family, of writing novels, essays and poems in hopes some true human person to appreciate and help improve her works, of getting along for the sake of being human enough with people who wants to get to know her, which she always assume; superficially,  because they eventually fade away repeating the same exercises over and over again with different co-existing highest form of animals, of giving praise and worship to God most of the time in her life, is?