对自己诚实。

每天每天都在慢慢学习。

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what shapes you(r identity)?

Looking back the first half of 2011, it seems like physically I've changed so much some people can't even recognise me- people do a double take or glance right past me, and I wonder to myself, are appearances that crucial when recognizing others?

I never have any difficulty recognizing people-

even the faintest of acquaintances, or randomness of people;

however much they've changed, or however little of who they were;

the uncle who's the store owner of some shop from n years ago, the friend's friend whom i only ever saw once on the bus, and he was asleep and drooling at that time;

things, places, people, situations like that;

Maybe I dyed my hair (for the first time), went from (in the words of hc) “超级嫩滑豆腐” to '黑人' (irreversibly sunburnt/tanned), (perhaps) lost some weight?

but essentially what defines who I am is still undeniably existent,

so why do people fail to recognise?

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皮肤很白，

头发很黑；

有点尴尬，

不太会讲话；

甚至没有头发的我，

你(也)没见过。

可是，

那，又如何？

我，还是我。

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一直很喜欢彩色的照片，

因为它给人一种很强烈‘我在活着’的感觉。

可是最近，

不知道是不是耳濡目染，

黑白那种很安静，却又很震撼的感觉－

我觉得很美。