The power of a diary...
brought back memories that were almost forgotten
made me realized I'm still very much the same as I was 5 years ago
tells me I'm still unwilling to face it
reflects how I've been leading my life...

Extracted from previous posts...

....I am a quiet person in nature. Maybe that's called anti-social in the higher level of vocabulary. To those who know me, am I really anti-social? On the bus, Sini asked why am I so quiet and I just kept quiet and smiled at her. I couldn't give her an answer. What I'm I supposed to say? 'I'm tired?' 'Its the after exam syndrome'? .... all these are just excuses. Is there a reason for not wanting to talk? Throughout the whole journey back and forth, I can guarantee that I didn't speak more than 20 lines. I'm just like a mute. Why am I like that? Why can't I be the one who cheer people up and not be the one who needs people to cheer me up?...

The same old questions/doubts/frustrations stayed with me until I met this friend in Uni. She told me, 'there is nothing wrong... you are not an entertainer... there are many type of people and learn to accept...' It may seem a very ordinary advice but it is precisely this simple logic that I did not realize until then. All along, I've been wanting to be somebody else, trying to be how others want me to be but nothing came out of it. Now I finally understand the meaning of being myself. Its a path to knowing myself and producing a unique me. =P