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Shah Alam, Malaysia

All my life I had been looking for something, and everywhere I turned someone tried to tell me what it was. I accepted their answers too, though they were often in contradiction and even self-contradictory. I was naïve. I was looking for myself and asking everyone except myself questions which I, and only I, could answer. It took me a long time and much painful boomeranging of my expectations to achieve a realization everyone else appears to have been born with: that I am nobody but myselF I'm shy. Most people don't take the time to get to know me. So I'd like to thank everyone who has. Everyone who didn't, missed out.... Strangers think I'm quiet. My friends think I