Introductions of myself had always been so awkward. I realized that I have this very huge problem about dealing with introductions. I could tell at some point, yes, I am shy. And at some point I don't want to make any impression yet.

The first few days in my work as an educator, I failed to give lots of information about me so students find me a mystery. They barely know me personally. All the information I laid in front of them was my education background and my name. The rest was up to them to know. Maybe this is the reason why they do not know I love cats, I am not an emo, and that I hate people who keep on standing while I'm having a discussion.

Am I really that shy (as how I used to be when I was tiny) or I'm confused on how to get started? I don't really expose myself totally once I get acquainted with a new species. It's not that I'm pretending to be someone I'm not to be accepted; my personality depends on my mood.

Let me just remind you that I have multiple personalities and I'm not ashamed to share them with you because if you know me, you've probably seen them already at various times. I have not yet mastered to control each characteristic; it depends on the people I am with, the clothes I'm wearing, the song I'm listening to in my MP3 player, the book I've just read, the movie I've just seen, etc. Yes, I admit, I get affected by external forces most of the times---it's part of reality.

But let me just stress that all that you see here is me. ME, Me, mE... if you were to sum all of them up, the whole me will be exposed. But it's really hard to determine the limits of my personality. Even I am mystified by myself---how much do I got inside of me?

No, I am not emotionally unstable. I know myself well. It's just that I have this massive capacity to be able to absorb everything around me which even gave me the talent to impersonate. Oh, and I guess my mysterious variety of inner beings is the reason why there are less stuff that people can impersonate about me.

I've read this book about philosophy and learned this interesting metaphor about a river: You can't have the same river as it was a while ago. It would be the same name of the river, but the waters aren't. It's different each and everytime.

I am not the same person as I was a minute ago.