Why Some Of Us Are Shy

I’m shy. Very shy.

At university, I hardly said anything in tutorials unless the tutor asked me a question. Hanging out with others whom I barely know or just met, I usually don’t say much either.

It’s never easy being a shy person.

Autumn along the Yarra River. Stories change. Seasons change (Photo 2/2)

Autumn along the Yarra River. Stories change. Seasons change (Photo 2/2)

When we’re shy, we feel confused. Words don’t come easy out of our mouths when others talk to us. Some of us are shy because we’re not used to being around others or certain people: it’s intimidating, and we don’t know what to expect.

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What Is Happiness?

I always wonder when I’ll be happy.

Growing up in a Chinese Malaysian family, I’ve been told studying science, landing an office job and getting married in that order is the road to a happy and fulfilling life.

Happy life? Uncertain life? Maybe both | Weekly Photo Challenge: Split-Second Story.

Happy life? Uncertain life? Maybe both | Weekly Photo Challenge: Split-Second Story.

Learning maths at university was dull. Working full time now repetitively shuffling papers and explaining procedures to clients in the fancy corporate world, I always wonder if this job could get any more boring.

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