I am easily immersed in my own world and has a high self-amusing capacity. I love random walks, getting lost or taking the wrong bus just to see things yet to be discovered. I've been living in this tiny little red dot for 7 years and yet always find things around me to be utterly interesting. Well, maybe what's bigger out there kinda scares me that way, too many things to be appreciated can be quite overwhelming somehow. I'm living a life of simple pleasures, of literature worth re-reading, of luscious dark chocolates, of quivering major seventh chord, of deep alarm-less sleep, of fresh quirkiness and best, of unrestrained shared laughs. But, despite the simplicity I might present, I'm just as complex and paradoxical as any human being out there.