Yesterday is but today's memory;
And tomorrow is today's dream.
- Khalil Gibran

080894
SNGS:
6Faith '06
1Charity '07
2Grace '08
4Faith '10
SNSJ
AJC:
08/11
YCS
Project Eureka
Monash Uni, Med

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Unanswered question for the most of my life:

We all have ideal images of ourselves. But if our personalities don't allow it, then is it really us? How can you define yourself -- By what is instinctively you or what you desire to be?

Say you're an introvert but you always admired the extroverted way of life. But naturally, introverts exhaust energy fast communicating with people, so it doesn't allow them to be the way they want themselves to be.

Who the hell are we?