Hi there, I’m Mich, or Chel. My heart (and body, apparently) belongs to Vincent Chan, known as Wingyyy in my world of Tumblr.
I am nineteen. I don’t look it, nor do I act it. I am short, but I am never the shorter one. Born in Sydney, I am a survivor of the malicious HSC. I am one of the younger ones amongst my peers (most likely the youngest in my uni course =_=”). I’m an Interior and Spatial Design student studying in UTS, hoping to complete a Master in Architecture during practice. I am fluent in English and Chinese, though my teenage influences allow me to demonstrate something what people would consider ‘TT’.
I am easily amused. I am generally seen happy, though most times I am deluded with my highly active imaginations, of various atmospheres. I cry when I confess of the fragile emotions yearning to fight back. Yes, I am emotionally fragile.
I am after all, a Cancerian.
I am family oriented. I am a middle child. I am socially awkward. I suck at making friends, so I keep ones I have close to me. I love acoustics. I love both the British and Japanese culture, and now speaks Conversational Japanese. I pay extreme attention to detail. I dream of reliving memories, as those are the things that never change. I believe in the inheritance of interests through genes. Music is embedded in me. My musical education since the age of four allows me to cherish classicals and ballads, unlike most teenagers of today. I grew up quite a tomboy, slightly regretting now that I yearn for whiter skin - disregarding the fact that people still think I’m white - and is still, in personal opinion, quite a failed fashionista. Under the shameful act of completing the Twilight Saga, I rediscovered my interest in reading.
Music + Books = Escapism.
In the end I’m just a little girl who thinks too much under her vivid imaginations.
*photos in this article taken by Phillip Le.