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Mood, feeling very lucky. surrounded by great people in their young age. i wonder what would people do during summer holidays other than having vacation in superb places like Gold Coast and Bali. i saw these pictures of my previous seniors in KYUEM joining the Indonesia Relief Mission 2009. from that moment, i realised these people i know either in SMSK, KYUEM or in europe universities are great future leaders and their heads full with kindness and responsibilities of everything. i hope i can be one ;) and i will be able to do what they had done. new mission :)))

The Most Beautiful Heart

via Ratina Rahman, our lovely sponsor representative:



I remember reading this story posted on my fren Mim's wall masa kat university....

One day a young man was standing in the middle of the town proclaiming that he had the most
beautiful heart in the whole valley. A large crowd gathered and they all admired his heart
for it was perfect. There was not a mark or a flaw in it.

Yes, they all agreed it truly was the most beautiful heart they had ever seen. The young man was very proud and boasted more loudly about his beautiful heart.

Suddenly, an old man appeared at the front of the crowd and said, "Why your heart is not nearly as beautiful as mine."

The crowd and the young man looked at the old man's heart. It was beating strongly, but full of scars, it had places where pieces had been removed and other pieces put in, but they didn't fit quite right and there were several jagged edges. In fact, in some places there were deep gouges where whole pieces
were missing.

The people stared -- how can he say his heart is more beautiful, they thought? The young man looked at the old man's heart and saw its state and laughed.

"You must be joking," he said. "Compare your heart with mine, mine is perfect and yours is a mess of scars and tears." "Yes," said the old man, "Yours is perfect looking but I would never trade with you.

You see, every scar represents a person to whom I have given my love - I tear out a piece
of my heart and give it to them, and often they give me a piece of their heart which fits into the empty place in my heart, but because the pieces aren't exact, I have some rough edges, which I cherish, because they remind me of the love we shared.

"Sometimes I have given pieces of my heart away, and the other person hasn't returned a piece of his heart to me. These are the empty gouges -- giving love is taking a chance.Although these gouges are painful, they stay open, reminding me of the love I have for these people too, and I hope someday they may return and fill the space I have waiting.

So now do you see what true beauty is?"

The young man stood silently with tears running down his cheeks. He walked up to the old man,
reached into his perfect young and beautiful heart, and ripped a piece out. He offered it to the old
man with trembling hands. The old man took his offering, placed it in his heart and then took a piece from his old scarred heart and placed it in the wound in the young man's heart.

It fit, but not perfectly, as there were some jagged edges. The young man looked at his heart, not perfect anymore but more beautiful than ever, since love from the old man's heart flowed into his.

They embraced and walked away side by side.

Karma

The previous incidence may be a good thing for me to learn something although it is one hell expensive experience. I'm not a good lad though, so perhaps that would teach me to be a better man, a stronger one ;)

Choose, between life

i look right, a hottie wearing green t-shirt and fancy skirt is writing notes. left, another hottie is listening to the lecturer in front, with a few blinks after minutes. concentrate. thats what happen in the front row. and to my right, my friend, the one who is responsible to smuggle me into the lecture hall, is trying hard to withstand his sleepiness. those are a few scenes i can see in one of the lectures in sarawak malaysia university (UNIMAS). it feels so fun since i am able to feel the life of a teenager studying in local university, almost similar to what i've watched from Dunia Baru on TV3, lol xp

the library is so big and yeah, the so-called stereotype is quite true here. it is full with chinese, a race famous of their hardworking character. after borrowing a book using my friend's account, we walk randomly and i am free to usha those aweks2 melayu passing by when walking around the university. i dont get the same chances in warwick uni because the caucasian girls are way too far to expect something from them; with either stunning beauty or extreme height or unbelievable nerdiness. not my thing, or i can say, unable to make them my thing, haha. easy said, asians are rarely compatible to other origins.

heading to the "fun centre", where bowling centre, pool tables and k-box are located, i can see distinctive clans walking around, with smiles and joy on their faces. i can see excitement from their faces being university students. with summer-all-year in Malaysia, future plans are possible to do with friends.

yes, they are having fun. i had fun too, even it is just one day. i am tired, but excited. end of the day, those feelings switched, disappeared. the experiences, fun and smiles i had in Warwick university during my first year, floating freely in my mind. yeah, each university has their own unique, special memories in every student's life. i had the chance to experience for both, local and abroad university life.

either university life, full of fun with friends; or, experiences that teach you about real life. you choose.

NB. it is based on my own characteristics and personality and own past experiences which i can predict what will i become in future if i live in those different situation. dont jugde yourself based on this post.


-shame on me, still confuse if there is a plural for the word "life" -

written by 'silent hedonist'.

Chris McCandless

The man i wish i can be

"the faces"

i was enjoying my meal, "the faces" walked in front of me. i stopped eating. "the faces" are parts of the bits that i will never forget. "the faces", that will always remind me my dark side. i can see the previous moments we had still affect us. silence and fake smiles.

the past will always be with us. the present is not 100% you in others eyes.

-regrets-

summer

my apologies, this blog dun have anything new in it. it takes me so long to adjust my sleeping time and after 2 weeks, i've started to sleep as normal as my family is. since i arrived from england, i slept during days and woke up at 4pm and didnt sleep at all at night. and thats one of the reason i didnt post anything lately. im blur. so do now. lol xp

i spend most of my time at home and also at warung, go back home at about 2 or 3 am after having nasi lemak, nasi pattaya etc. and a few glasses of teh ais and milo ais, yummy..but still my weight stays the same. perhaps i shud eat one whole cow so that i'll gain a few pounds.

for the moment, i dun have any interest to do anything. and even i missed our family trip to sabah last week, i prefer to stay at home and do nothing. there are a few pictures i want to post so badly but i dunno how to transfer the files from my phone to my lappy, if only 3G can be used here, then i can send it via email or flickr..ergh.

and even worst, i cant take out my money from the bank because of that freaking bank card. they better fix it or else my friends and i need to cancel our plan to spend the weekend at resort. i need to get out from home for a couple of days or i die. seriously.



catch up with u guys later. xx