Who am I? For someone who stays perpetually crushed under existential crisis, the question often cripples the mind. Is it my personality, or my ambition that defines who I am? Is it the way that I dress or the choice of my career? Is it the movies that I watch or the books that I read? Or, maybe, it is a set of combination of all of these things. Honestly, I don’t reckon that there is one word or label that defines me completely.