You and me don't really communicate well. Let's face the truth. I speak feelings, you speak numbers. So I found this nifty song that talks in numbers and in feelings.

There's only 1 thing 2 do 3 words 4 you...
(I love you) I love you
There's only 1 way 2 say Those 3 words
And that's what I'll do...
(I love you) I love you

How cool and easy is that? ;)

Credits to Plain White T's (Love them!).

Someone complained I was being a sexist because I talked more about Shine than him. Well my friend, you've just earned yourself a smacking post on my blog. I know you'll looooooovvee this *insert big, wide smile here*.



One day, there was a boy named Mohd Izzat, or Mohammad Izzat, or Izzy, or Izza (Man, why do you have so many names?). He went to study in Sunway University College and met many interesting people there during his first semester. He laughed, he talked, he made friends with the people there. But he wasn't ready for what was in store for him during the second semester. He was yet to meet the most interesting person of all. Me!

Then came the second semester and he realised that there was this familiar looking girl who attends the same class that he has chosen. With just a simple "Hi!", it started up a blast of experiences with this quirky girl during the second semester. Now Izzat is a hardworking boy. Unfortunately, the girl is much more smarter. While Izzat finishes his work and does the hard studying, the girl waits for him to finish and then easily pokes out important information from him. Then came the theory that Izzat becomes the host, the girl was the parasite.

I beg to differ. What actually happened was a formation of mutualism. For those of you who are wondering what in the world is mutualism, I quote from wordnet.princeton.edu, "the relation between two different species of organisms that are interdependent; each gains benefits from the other". So you see, the so called "host" is actually also benefiting from the "parasite".

For example, he offers her his work, she offers him company. He offers tutoring, she offers him counselling in times of depression. He starts a project, she ends it for him. He complains about her being a sexist, she creates a post of him. You see how that works?

Alright, enough of this nonsense. Izzat, are you happy that you have a post all for yourself now? Hahaha!

Let's get serious. Good news about Izzat is that he's imaginative. And don't give me crap saying you're not because the fact that you can draw and write, points that you have a good imagination, albeit taken from some other sources.


Samples of his drawings. Aren't they cool?

Other forms of good news: he's caring, can dance, a Para Para pro, and also hardworking.

Now for the bad news... he has issues. What was that song that Charis sent to you? "I Am Stupid"? It suits you. Hee hee.

Other forms of bad news: he's a dance machine addict, competitive, e-m-o, made me envy his drawings (dammit!).

That's Izzat for you. Nah, don't blame me being sexist anymore!

Hello!

It's been so long since I actually wrote something, eh? It's the holidays now and I'm so super free! So what's been happening to me since? Nothing special. Started my degree course in Psychology and no, I can't read minds neither will I become psycho while studying the course... although I'll be a little bit more quirky. Which human isn't? Haha!

Psycholgy is fun though I forsee that it's going to get a lot more hectic later on. I have just a few pictures to share with you during my first semester studying Psychology. There are more, but aren't with me. The two pictures below were taken during Orientation day. It was just orientation and we needed to do an activity already! Ack!


Fred and Izzat hanging on for dear life on Ryan's finger


I'm tired of them. Let's squish them!

Hehe... you see how they stressed us out during orientation day? We have to introduce ourselves with people we barely knew and take weird photos with them. Then came the day where we had classes, yadayadayada... and then we had to choose our class representitive. We had to nominate three people. One was Ian, a loud, vibrant guy who loves to chat. Another was Shine, whom calls everything cute but is good in organizing her work. The last was Qadir, a Singaporean whom attended the compulsory 2 years training in National Service. Each candidate had to come up the front of the class and tell a little bit about themselves and then wait outside the class while voting takes place. But what happened was they each promoted another person.

Ian came out, told everyone not to vote for him because he's not a good leader, pointed to Shine and said, "Shine's much better! Vote for Shine!" and went out of the class. When came Shine's turn, she told the class that she's not the one for them, Ian was better since he's very helpful with good leadership qualities and went out of the class. But Qadir was the one who closed it up really good. He told the class to vote for either Shine or Ian and then said, "I'm a foreinger, so I can't be trusted". And then he left the class to join Shine and Ian. Guess who got the highest votes?


Taken during one of our theme days which we weren't participating in. Shine and I coincidentally wore similar set of clothing.

SHINE!!! That's the pretty girl right there beside me. Honestly, it wasn't a surprise. I knew it was going to be Shine from the start. Her leadership qualities just shines out of her. Hahaha!

I also got to meet one very cute Psychology staff down at the lab. I see him there every Friday. Him and colleague are one of the many cute staffs in Psychology that I enjoy being with. I LOVE playing with them! Though I spend more time with his colleague than him, I managed to only get his picture taken.

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Meet Somnus

That's right! Somnus (which means Roman God of Sleep)! Ever seen a cuter staff? Him and his colleages will be teaching the students during the third semester. I rarely get to play with him because he's almost ALWAYS asleep. His colleague, Rocky, is much more active.

That's all for now! I'll update more life pictures later.

Sometimes silence is all you need.

It's quiet, it's blank, there's nothing to distract you, nothing to disturb you. No pain, no tears, no drama... just a blank sheet of paper. And I want that blank sheet of paper to stay like that for a while.

I'm so sick of having nice, blank papers splashed with ink. For now, I just want total and utter silence. Just stone for a while.

Blank.

Do you have your own inspirations in life? Something or someone that teaches you how to live? If you don't, think of all the people in your life. Your enemies, your loved ones, your dog -anyone. Had they given you values or an idea in life? For me, currently at this moment, my inspirations come from God and three men.

My first inspiration, comes from God because he has taught me how to live even through the hardest times. There were many a time when I was circling endlessly in darkness, hitting myself on things because I couldn't see and thought that maybe if I ended my life, every pain, every tear drop, every scar collected and every problem would just disappear. But at that moment when I thought of being extinct, I thought of God. I couldn't just waste my life away like that and besides, the problems I faced, others have faced to. So I pushed those thoughts aside, got up and searched for a light. And I found it eventually. He has taught me that if I can survive one problem, I could survive another.

My second inspiration, came from one of the men in my life -my father. He has taught me pushed me to aim higher in life and even though you don't get it, at least you're somewhere. When he was around he had always pushed me to be better, do better than what I'm doing. But he has never put much pressure on me and that was good. He has shown me and the rest of the world that even though you're someone who started the low point, you will be somewhere near the top if you try hard enough and is persistent.

Another man whom has given me my third inspiration is my brother. He taught me that putting your whole effort and heart in doing something will be satisfactory and guilt free. Even though you do not get the result you were looking for, at least you had tried your best into completing what you should and could look back without guilt of not trying harder.

Last but not least, another inspiration of life comes from Eng Yew. He has taught me, in love, how to be patient and that most of the time actions could really mean more than words. We had and have many rough patches but through all those, he has taught me how to grow.

With that being said, I am grateful for the four inspirations in my life. They had given me colour in life and shown me that impossible could become possible. Of course, these aren't the only ones. There are many others, but these, at the moment as well as whether indirectly or directly, shown me the meaning in life. Although one of the men isn't here anymore, he and his valuable teachings will forever be in my mind and heart.