The People You Meet Along The Way

People are like a box of chocolate...
You never know what you're gonna get.
Hur hur hur.
Cilok from Forest Gump.
People make life an interesting trail to walk on, don't you think?

Recently, I've had the privilege to meet several international exchange student in USM.
Interesting bunch.
Last night, I took time to bring out one of the student, one of the last few who's still in Penang before leaving Malaysia for good.

This dude, Kimo, hails from Finland, the land of Santa Claus.



He is one interesting guy with many stories to tell.
I had the chance to meet him through floorball.
Come, let me just share share a few stories with you people that will make you go "WAHHhh.. Uu Nia Boh??" (I just hope he doesn't mind.. Hehe) :

Girls, this dude was a Military Police in Finland.
Seriously.
He went through Finland's National service (the real deal, not macam Malaysia punya NS.. Come back with a tummy pulak!~).
He had to go through things like staying in the forest for 3 weeks during the winter season, and that's like minus 20-30!!
Once, he had to complete a course as long as 70km while carrying a backpack that weigh about 30kg in 24 hours.
Talk about mental power.
He ran the Penang Bridge full-marathon (42km) and I'm pretty sure it was a breeze to him.

Wait.. Still got some more stories...

You think he's all manly and macho only right...
Check this out.
This dude can cook as well!
Back home in Finland, he cooks his own dish..
He even makes his own bread!! *Pengsan*

But this is the ultimate bomb weiii...
It'll put all musicians to shame.
He actually made his own guitar straight out of a tree!!!!
And it's an ELECTRIC Guitar!!!
It took him about a year to actually finish it but he did it.
He was 15!
*Pengsan sampai hidung berdarah*

People are interesting.
You just need to spend a little more time with them to juice out those interesting stories.
Hehehe.
I'm glad I had the chance to take him out before he flies back to Finland on Sunday.
I always wonder what do these people, people who drop by Malaysia, bring back to their homeland.
Memories?
Impressions?
Cultures?
Relationships?

Do they bring back the impact that we made in their lives?
Wait...
Did we make an impact in the first place?