Perhaps it should bother me more, but it’s curated knowledge and they’ve only learned what I’d like them to know about me. I’ve offered a lot of insight into my interests and habits and some nice factoids, but I don’t believe that it provides complete sense of who I am, or what I’m like. In fact people that know my work well have the tendency to tell me that I’m not at all like what they expected. So while a reader may have an intimate knowledge of my favorite band, the broader personal strokes of my life are missing.
--“Do you ever find it a bit scary that complete strangers know so much about you?” FAQs on (Facebook Timeline creator and personal annual report designer) Nicholas Felton’s site Feltron.com (via somethingchanged)
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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. This blog is an insight of my life, pure honesty, for I don’t write what I don’t feel deep down. Here comes the gate of my reverie.)








