Once upon a time, in the peaceful and chocolaty planet of Mars, lived a curious and adventurous weirdo. His name was Wali, or as his friends used to call him, Wall-E. He got word of a young and aspiring new planet known as Earth. With his desire of expanding his mind, learning new things, encountering new species, tackling a different life, and to accomplish a task that shall be remembered by each and every member of this galaxy, for thousands of millennia. He embarked to this unknown globe. His life, his story, is just beginning. Words cannot describe the adventures he has already had, and pictures cannot show the moments he has lived. Yet, his greatest story, the greatest chapter of his life, is yet to be written.
For those of you who are wondering, yes, I am exactly as weird as the story above. However, there is some truth to it, for those keen enough to find it. I have a wide variety of passions and interests, and it seems unfair to talk about some of them, and leave out the rest (Maybe I just can’t decide on what my greatest ones are) however, there is one thing in my life that I have held onto dearly, something that might just define who I am. If you tweak a little bit of what John F. Kennedy once said, my life would be according to the statement, “Ask not what others can do for you, but what you can do for them.” I mean, after all, the literal meaning of my name is a friend, and who will I be, if I can’t be who I am?