Who am I?

July 21 5:39PM

Hahah- Funny~ I started bloggin without properly introducing myself...

FYI, I am Li...

errr...before anything else, lemme ask you something~

Has anyone ever asked you~ Who you are? Where do you came from? What made you to be you? What are your likes and dislikes?

Me~ Im getting those questions everyday. It's not like I'm always meeting somebody who is asking me those, or getting stuck in traffic on a bus or rush hour in a train and caught in a chat with someone, or be in Starbucks and the like where you can meet very talkative strangers.

~ and I ain't talkative myself(opps, why I'm talking now o.o)

But something or someone in my mind ask me the same questions. Most likely, every nerve in my body is clogged with those questions that I, myself can't answer. If someone asked me those, I'll stop for a second, then then pause for another minute, then I'll start talking without thinking and the conversation will lead into nowhere, but my autobiography, like sitting and watching a long movie...

and then a follow up question will pop up in my head~ Is this really me? or this is who i was...if it is, then who am I now?

I don't know if someone out there wants to know me, but I, myself want to know. You too might want to know who you really are, right? or you already know >__>
It's not as simple as saying my name and stating where I live~ gawd, if someone wants those, i might just show my ID.

quoted from a japanese monologue~ no, a dialogue of someone between she and herself

I was once a "goal"-oriented person, meaning I set things as goal for myself, moving straight forward with confidence.

If I want something, and my mind is set for it, I will get it.

Simple, eh? Yeah, I admire that. Living in a life without hesitations.

I thought the world was that easy. How naive~

I heard that poem some time in late January or early February when I was in 5th grade. It was a soft voice, warm, and felt like whispers to my soul. Made me feel want to hear that poem once again. It was in my native language, and still i can clearly hear it in my mind. I didn't know the meaning of that poem that time. It was something that caught my interest without knowing what it was. Well I didn't bother to look for it either.

As time pass by and my awareness of the world grew bigger, I started to feel the ripples of the poem to my soul.

Was it consuming me?

or I was just beginning to understand what it meant to me?

Suspicions grew to the point I can no longer see myself. It's like when I'm looking at the mirror, I'm seeing a different person~

I don't intend to confuse anyone. I don't know if I wrote it correctly either.As you can see~ it is confusing, as well as me. That is how it is being the real me.

Sometimes I can't help but feel I'm just waiting for something or someone that will make a difference, that will make me realize who I am. Someone who will find...

....me.

Well, I'll wait~ even if it will take forever...

"Shizukana Yoru ni" is quite a song xD...