Shining Inheritance

      It's been a while since I update my diary.  It's been hectic like crazy these week, with classes on Monday continued from 8 a.m. until 10 p.m.. I'm started to feel jealous seeing people of other courses ( which I dare not mention ) seems so relaxed compared to us: IT students. Some of them even had the opportunity to surf all day with many spare time left. We, work to our limit. I even had the urge to faint from tiredness, it's true. Nobody understands us unless they're in our shoes. Enough said, it's really making me pissed.  The unseen could be differentiated from what you believes and what you see: it's all in the mind consideration. From what I see, a lot of unfairness are occurring in this society. 

      That's what making an entire society goes on its own parallel port of flow.  The unfairness only comes to a person's mind once they themselves experience it. Mumbling about business, financial constraint, and treatment of people towards them, while the truth is; they themselves are lazy, stingy, and stubborn.  I'm writing this based on an experience that I have just recently: probably half an hour ago. Enough said, darn it. "Every cloud has a silver lining", that's what my aunt tells me after listening to my complaints about our house's honorary "scumbag". In UPSI, there are also, ALSO a lot of scumbags loitering around, lurking to see who they could pick on. Myself fell victim to this heinous crime quite a couple of times. The cloud may did had a silver lining, as something happy happen to me last night. Not enclosing it further, I'll expose it in my own poem.

Shining Inheritance

In the end of the passageway, 

The very farthest spot where a tiny ray of white light is illuminating,

Comes a pair of hands out of nowhere,

Signalling for aide in survival,

This aide isn't just any aide,

It's an aide that rescues a person in despair,

Once again makes the grasping person in danger believes that there is still hope.

This aide,

Reaches the hands of the person waving for help,

Giving it a sensation of warmth that only comes from the most sincere heart,

The person which had encountered before.

This aide,

Comes at a moment of surprise,

At the moment when the victim feels the world is going to a down.

By reaching out of the blue,

This hand proves that indeed there is a person who is sincere and generous,

To even give a stranger an aide out of darkness.

By this aide,

The endangered soul once again felt happy to live in this polluted world,

Where the manipulators and hypocrites live and dominate.

This aide proves well that a person's soul could be lifted from submerging further into the pit of despair, 

Giving the survivor a new hope to live well,

As well to spread the warmth given earlier to the surrounding needy people.

This warmth,

Is the purest of pure from all God's being of creation, 

That will never wears out,

As long as there is a gasoline that keeps igniting it deep within a person's soul,

A gasoline known as LOVE.

I wrote it from the will deep inside of my heart and the person who I admires. Who knows I could be so poetic? Ha ha ha...