To my dearest reader,

Hello! I’m Raymie! I like fried chicken and ice cream and my birthday is on the 1st of October, 2007. I live in Bangkok, Thailand with my family which consists of my parents, twin sister and a little pomeranian called ‘Loogshin,’ which translates to fishball or meatball in thai. If I have time to pick only 3 colours and escape unscathed from a house fire, It’d probably be blue, black and white….. And pink… and purple….and yellow (I had a lot of trouble picking the colour scheme for Rickweet when it was in its earliest stages of development). I wanted to dedicate this little corner of Rickweet so that you can get to know me a little more before (or after) reading some of my ramblings :)

When we were little, we had certain characteristics that sometimes act as a foundation for the person that we might turn into as we age. With time, external surroundings, foreign situations and experiences build upon the bedrock that we were born with and they shift and change as we are exposed to a million more of these new elements through time, branching out into more complex concepts as our mind gradually matures. As children grow, they change. And as they change, they develop. They say that change is development and development is change, but sometimes I do wonder if there is still some of that foundation, some of that bedrock within us - even tiny fragments of it - that still exist somewhere, like a teddy bear that the inner child refuses to let go. If this is so, I remain proud to cling on to that teddy bear, for how do you get rid of something that is already too intertwined with your soul to let go?

Even though I have been approached by change and development often knocks on my front door, I keep these fragments of my foundation close to me, and they shall go wherever I go. Those fragments are my love for stories, for the unknown and for writing. Like a child’s development, these fragments grew as I grew, and before I knew it, the stories became literature and literature turned into non fiction and nonfiction evolved into history. I love history. I love the fact that it’s just one big, continuous story that will never cease to turn its pages even as it reaches eternity. If history being a story is the hook of my interest, then it is the unknown aspects of it that truly draw me in. I like reading about monarchs who ruled the past, I like reading about their wives even more. Women’s history is something that is really important to me. As the world these women lived in were predominantly a man’s stage, little is recorded of them, some – till this day – find them irrelevant, but irrelevant is the furthest thing I’d describe them: they are just the beginning on my quest to quench my thirst for the unknown.

Other than history, I do a lot of fictional reading as well. They say that you’re either a Jane Eyre person or a Wuthering Heights person (or both!). I lean more towards Jane Eyre, of course. To this day, I still flip through its pages for comfort and It’ll always be the first book I recommend to anyone who asks for recommendations. World building has always been a medium of de-stress for me and I take great pleasure in the little worlds I constantly build for myself and my characters to escape from reality and its occasional harsh demands.

And I think that’s enough about myself. I hope you enjoyed that little preface to my character. Thank you so much for stopping by, I’ll see you in my next post! I don’t know about you but it’s really, really hot here in Thailand. There is no medication for the cessation of the sun's ire, so please drink plenty of water and stay well rested, it'll surely act as a carapace against heat stroke! (or any other sun-related ailments in general) And if the world does not believe in you, please know that I do.

Yours,

Raymie