Who Am I

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I am the type of person who’s way way way more different  than I was seen on physical appearance.  I tend to be competitive to certain things that I set my goal at.  But to me, I was like a half pessimist, half optimist. I don’t know. It’s just that  hoping and believing is nice. But at the same time, I do believe not to set high hopes on something. For me not to able to experience deep regret and disappointment.

To thwart expectations  is the worst thing that I want to make  myself experience. ‘Cause rather, I believe that capacities are learned. Developed. Capacities are not talents. It is something that you need to improve and take it to a higher level. And to Disappoint? Is not an excuse. I’m being too deep again. Shocks!


Moving on,  I was raised to bring the  best out of me and to make an accomplishment as I develop. I had the best childhood and school years to experience. I was grateful to embrace the talents God has given me.  I was the type of an explorer, I want learn to this, and that, and those. Being passionate is something that I can be proud of myself.
Yet, Who am I, really?  I cannot say I am completed.  Despite being a millennial child, I kind of like feel I am still yet, an ignorant person. I dunno, craving for things that I haven’t still did or done, makes me feel that I am just an ant in this world.

I can tolerate everything. Except them. FRIENDS. The best human beings you can embrace. Having friends with your bests and your worsts is something that price could never pay.

Actually, I’m a pluviophile, bibliophile and an ambivert person.  Simple things can make me happy and create deep meanings to me. Best  moment is, to stay indoors while raining, locked in a room, listening to musics, and read a romance novel , while sipping a hot cocoa.


Future is a clear pathway for me. I’m determined to finish my studies and make my parents proud. I wanted to pass through all the obstacles and challenges that are planned by God and to invest all of my earnings to both of my parents, as an appreciation of indebtedness to them. #

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