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My self-summary
I have grown believing that it is better to console than to be consoled, to understand than to be understood, to love than to be loved. Because it is in giving that I received and in pardoning that I am pardoned.
But lately, I have doubts on those beliefs.
Hence, with these doubt, I guess I am officially entering the phase of searching and looking for The Answer, that is, if it really exists.

No, I am not cynical nor pessimistic. I am an optimist who struggle in the ocean of doubts.
What I’m doing with my life
I learn everyday and on every occasion. I live to satisfy this insatiable hunger for knowledge.
Curiosity has been a disease of mine since I cannot even remember. This craving to understand what is happening and why it happens and how it happens haunts me, and yet it also drives me alive.
I’m really good at
Architecture and Arts
The first things people usually notice about me
My smile.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
Books by: Zhuangzi, Virginia Woolf, Emily Dickinson, Jamie O'Neill, Laozi, Louis Kahn, Andre Aciman, Junichiro Tanizaki

Movies by: Wong Kar Wai, Stanley Kubrik, Xavier Dolan, Wes Anderson, Tim Burton, Michael Haneke, Hayao Miyazaki, Ang Lee, Stephan Lacant, Andrew Haigh

Shows: 30 Rock, Mad Men, Looking, Friends, Breaking Bad

Music: Tchaikovsky, Beethoven, Bach, Amy Winehouse, Frank Sinatra, Billie Holiday, Nina Simone, Ray Charles, The Beatles, Aretha Franklin, Elvis Presley, The Bee Gees, Simon and Garfunkel
I spend a lot of time thinking about
Anything and sometimes it could be quite random. For instance, this morning when I'm driving to the office, I thought of how mysterious it is the phenomenon of rain. Forget about the sciences that we've been taught, the idea of water falling from the sky is absolutely magical! And the phenomenon itself, darkness and clouds covering the sky, it was otherworldly to think of such occurance happening in the morning.

The next moment my thought switched to John Lennon, the radio was not even playing any of his song.
On a typical Friday night I am
Either hanging out with friends, reading books at home, or writing nothing in particular.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
I don't know how to start nor reply to first conversation.
You should message me if
There lies a free seat beside me on a field green and golden under an apple tree. Beyond the four rivers, the birds sing, there I will be reading while enjoying my cup of tea:

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
The two of us