Recently moved to east coast from Los Angeles for college. Born and raised in Hong Kong/Shanghai. Oh you know, this and that...I am way too strange and cynical to be just another gay boy in pink tanktop screaming GAP. I love vintage, leather, Dostoevsky, Camus, Sartre, Nietzsche, Haruki Murakami, Van Gogh,  art, philosophy, Chopin, history, languages, Brit-pop bands in the 90's, literature, and all the dangerous and beautiful. I practice altruism to the ones i love, and i can be cruelly judgmental to the vain and shallow. In a few words, I'm a devoted Atheist existentialist, a sensualist, and a cynical romantic. And I'm just SO fucking pretentious that I can't chill out. sorry...?

Just moved to Connecticut for college, missing LA a little bit. I'm spending most of my time in the library reading Nietzsche, Camus and Dostoevsky over and over and over again. Studying philosophy, film, and will probably start learning French and German soon, due to my obsession with existentialism, German history, German expressionism, enlightenment, French New Wave, and literature.
I leave the library at 2am and smoke weed afterwards; then I either go back to reading or watch some trippy films when I'm reaalllly baked. I am quite content with this routine.

I want to say photography but ever since I got over my dyslexia phase I havent had time to pick up my Nikon D90 or Minolta X700.

I wear shit loads of black.
Also im usually really quiet around strangers. It takes me a while to warm up.

Books: everything of Camus', everything of Haruki Murakami's, and anything related to existentialism. Dostojevski, Tolstoy, Agatha Christie, Sartre, Nietzsche, Wilde...I enjoy reading a lot. I love reading anything philosophy-related. Bernard Williams, Thomas Nagel and Peter Singer are three contemporaries that I find very interesting.

Movies: Lost in Translation, Velvet Goldmine, 80's and 90's Scorsese, Pedro Almodovar's, Woody Allen's, Black Swan, V for Vendetta, Amelie, Weekend, A Single Man, Lust Caution, Up in the air, Blue Valentine...I'm a film studies and philosophy double major so yeh I watch A LOT OF films and i'm kind of picky with films.
Recently ive been obsessed with experimental films. Something of five to ten minutes can totalllly fuck up your mind, I think that is fascinating. My absolute favorite so far is La Jetée and Pièce Touchée.

TV Shows: Mad Men, American Horror Story, Portlandia. Project runway is my guilty treat.

Music: The Knife, Foals, Placebo, Lykke Li, Verve, Oasis, Blur, Suede, James Blake, David Bowie, Cat Power, The Smiths, The Jesus & Mary Chain, St.Vincent, Destroyer, The Whitest Boy Alive, Kings of Convenience, Miike Snow, rJD2,Yelle,Telepopmusik, Gainsbourg, Yann Tiersen, Crystal Castles, LCD Soundsystem, Underworld.. this list is endless.
I cannot tolerate Kesha or Beiber or any of those crap.

Food: im a total foodie and I love Japanese and French especially. I'm obsessed with moules marinieres, oyster, sashimi, basil, cheese, arugula, kale, madeleine, and Biscoff. Btw I am a very very very very very good cook, no exaggeration.

Music, pen/notebook, films, museums, books, black clothes.

philosophy, meaning of life(something like this: is the world being the only conceivable world a legitimate reason for its being where I belong?), my future, history, travelling, cities I haven't been to, books I haven't read, reading books in cities I haven't been to; reading some books i read ages ago that I barely remember; am I reading too much; am I reading not enough; am I going crazy?; Why is everyone so stupid?; Why am I so judgmental and serious? etc......

Smoking weed while drinking merlot straight from the bottle with some close friends; if I'm in NYC I'd be at MOMA for sure!!!!!

The only reason I came here for college is because i wanted to be closer to NYC. Words cannot describe how much I love the city

I'm a total romantic disguised in sarcasm and cynicism.You know, the type that watches Wong Kar Wai and old Hollywood films every Friday night and brags to his friends about his casual encounters Sunday morning. Actually I take that back I'm never awake Sunday morning. And I don't really have many casual encounters, not any more.

At this point of my life I'm not really looking for any whoring arounds. Been there done that too early. 15 -18 I was fucked all over half the globe. So now maybe I'm just too turning old-fashioned and serious: dicks are dicks, great chests are great chests, they're all over porn and commercials and campaigns and CK bilboards...their effortless desirability eventually fades into banal indifference; however satisfying, in no way are the plastics as intricate and beautiful as the interiority. The flaws, insecurities and sentiments, these are what I crave for. If this scares you do not message me. But I guess I'm not strictly looking for something "conventionally serious" either. I just wish we wont live in self-deceit of things being more than what they are. That hurts.
But well, my youth is the perfect excuse for irrationality; after allll these seemingly intellectual descriptions, I have no excuses for anything happened on drunken nights...