The Unprofessional Member

Salam.

I've never been so frustrated with someone (for sometime) as I was with this one girl. I know you must be thinking (or not), she must've done something significant to me that she managed to get a spot here in my blog. Well, yes. She was what should I say, an unprofessional, inconsiderate and ignorant human being. (You should be proud. I summarized you in 3 words!)

Anyhow, what exactly did she do? Let me start form the beginning. There was this class, (no need to mention it here), where she was chosen to become one of our group members. Which was all right (this was before we knew who exactly she really was). So we got our first assignment; we had to find out everything about this 18th century poet and present it in class. We divided our parts, and then came up with our slides for the presentation. The thing is, 2 days before the presentation, we still haven't got her part of the work. So we messaged her (thank god we did) asking her have you sent your slides, and she said, she forgot to make them! She was at the airport to go somewhere out of the country!

See the thing is, we don't mind her going to wherever she was going. But, she forgot her part, which was unacceptable. Of course, we said it's all right. And she said she'd ask someone else to make her slides. In the end, we got 'her part' and it was made by someone else in the same class, but from a different group.
Did I mentioned she wasn't there during the presentation?

The next thing she did to us totally made us furious. We had another assignment, which was to read or act or whatever, a play called Pygmalion. So she made a suggestion to get together and read them for practice. We agreed to have the discussion on last Monday and Tuesday's night at 9 p.m. (the presentation was on Wednesday). So, Monday night came, and we decided to message her again to remind her. But she didn't reply. I was getting impatient so I gave her a call. Her first words made me want to shoot somebody (by somebody I meant her!).

She said she was at home. She couldn't come back because the bus ticket was no longer available. And of course I said it's okay, (I was lying clearly) we'll meet tomorrow. Didn't it even occur to her to tell us she couldn't make it?

So then tomorrow night came, and this time, I got a message from her saying that she had break-fast outside campus and she wasn't sure when she'll be back. Then she said she'll call me back. So, we went to the discussion and wait for her call. An hour passed, then another hour, and another hour. There was no call from her. The time was almost 1 p.m. Then we realized she was never going to call. We head back to our rooms with nothing. Why didn't she just call me and say she wont be coming??

Then Wednesday came, the day for the presentation. She came in late (as she always does), and apologized to us. She asked us if we had a discussion last night. Without even looking at her, I said in my head "Of course we did what did you think?!" I just couldn't look at her because I was furious. Then that was it. Just a simple apologize and everything is fine.

Of course it wasn't. Before I realized it, I got up and pulled her hair so hard that they snapped out of her head. (I gave her a bald spot). She cried so bad. And then I laughed frantically. I was satisfied with myself.

Do you see now why I put her on my blog? I have never met anybody like her before. Seriously. I really hope I never have to again!

IA - Okay, I didn't pull her hair. But how I wish I could.

Food for Thought

Salam.

So yesterday a bunch of us went to Gombak for break-fast. We ate a lot of things. By things I meant food. Our insides were literally screaming STOP! But of course, with that much food lying in front of you that you, yourself had ordered, got you thinking, what a waste would it be if we stop eating. And wasting is never good ladies and gentlemen! Especially during Ramadhan.

So we ate and ate until we couldn't any more. Well actually, we can never really be full. Did you know that it doesn't matter how full we feel, but if we want to eat some more, our dearest stomach will try its best to provide rooms (though you don't necessarily have to fill them up!). Yes ladies an gentlemen. It is a fact. So be gentle with your stomach. There's only so much they can take.

So yea, that's about food. I'll try and give more stories when I get the chance.

Feast your eyes~

IA

Life Goes On

Salam.

So here I am, writing this piece. I haven't slept yet. I was busy doing my assignment which by the way should've been done like ages ago. Well, where's the fun in that. The last-minute-ter the better. I don't think this particular word exist so please don't try it.

Now I'm looking at my cat. This normal-looking cat is by the way, a weird cat. Sometimes she just run off for no reason. Cats do that sometimes don't they? Wonder why. And sometimes I see her twisting her head 180 degrees to lick her fur. Literally. Which had made my mouth stayed open for a few seconds as a sign of amazement. Cats are amazing! And this is the first time I know a cat who doesn't eat fish.

I'll be heading back to campus this afternoon. Seriously not in the mood. I honestly don't think I'd hear anything in class. I've lost my concentration. Listening to people presenting in front is not the option when you got a computer in front of you. Well, they don't even listen to me when I was presenting. So there you go.

He wasn't there today. I mean yesterday. Last night. I was waiting for him. I'm not a stalker by the way. I really am not. I'm a girl for God sake! Okay, I'm a stalker. He probably won't talk to me any more if he knew about this particular news. Speaking of which, another person wants to marry me. He makes two now. I'm in a dilemma. I don't quite see myself in that position yet. It's terrifying! Maybe because they are both strangers to me. I don't know them so it would be a little complicated to decide.

Basically that's all for now. 2 weeks worth of stories in one short entry.

And I said nothing happens to me.

IA

The Great Day

Salam.

Okay, so really it wasn't a great day. We went out yesterday, to Masjid Jamek. Of course, to take the car would mean you're engaging yourself in a war, so mum decided to take the public transport. That was the beginning of the so-called 'great day'. When we arrived at the station and bought the token, we went to the platform, and we heard the train. So all the four of us; mum, big brother, younger sister and I ran up the escalator and - without much thinking jumped inside.

So after a few stops, my big brother suddenly whispered to us, "I think we got the wrong train." with an embarrassed smile. Yes, we did. We took the other train. We were sort of baffled for a few seconds but then burst into laugh simultaneously, in the train, full of people who are, by the way, staring at us with weird looks. We acted cool as if nothing happened but the laugh was unhideable. Is there such word?

So, we got off on the next stop and changed platform. When we finally arrived, there were like hundreds of people on that station and I was amazed. Literally. What were these people doing here?! Oh, right, the same reason with us. Did I mention I almost got stuck on the platform because of the swarm of people? I could't literally, find any hole to squeeze myself into to get out. Luckily, I got out. Safe and sound. Well, not really, I was irritated.

Big bro had to go back up Genting Highland so only the 3 of us left. Again, people, people! Lots and lots of people. I guess we had to face the war after all. We buy, buy, buy and we head back to the station. Another war was waiting for us. My little sister had to queue up in a 5 different lines for one machine! I don't understand. Mum and I wait on the other side for her. We waited again for an hour until she was done getting her token. She phoned me and told me, people were cutting the lines in front of her.

I got up, ran to the people and killed them all. With a gun. Just shooting at point blank. Then other people cheered for me. Okay, so I didn't kill those people. I don't even own a gun. But, even if I did shoot those people, why would they cheer for me? Come on.

Then we got into the train, and yes after making sure that it was the right one and head to a restaurant to break our fast. It was a great day wasn't it? Well it would have if I did shoot those people.

IA

Nothing Here

"Nothing happens to me." - I didn't realized I quoted John on my previous entry. He said the same thing. And just like him, I realized, this is not true. So many things are going on around me. It's a matter of how significant those things are to me and whether they are worth telling at all. John finally realized that his stories are those of which he got as a consequence of getting involved with Sherlock. But he loved it.

As for me, I don't have a friend like Sherlock, though it would be interesting if I did. But I do have friends, and a bunch of other things. And I think that these things are worth telling about. It doesn't matter if people don't read what I write. What matters that it helps me get through my life. I need the excitement. If I leave it, I'll will surely miss it. Therefore, - after a few hours of thinking, I decided not to let go of this blog.

Tell me, how many of you thought that I wasn't serious in the first place?

IA

Leave and Let Go

I'm thinking of closing down this blog. It's been 3 years now. Looking at it, all those years ranting, babbling and exaggerating does not seem worth it. I mean, this blog is supposed to be like my personal journal. Yet, I don't feel what I write any more. What should I write about? Nothing happens to me. I'm not interesting. I'm not extraordinary, let alone special. In fact I am a boring person. Just look at how I'm writing this post. Even I notice how boring I am.

So who actually read what I write? I can only think of one person. But that's it. I think I'll just give it some time before I decide whether to stay or let it go.

IA

Sher-Locked

Okay, so now I'm addicted to Sherlock. Hence the name of this blog was born. I've known about this particular figure for a long time - as I am sure all of you do too - and I do love watching Sherlock Holmes. Yet my affection towards him did not arrive until I saw Sherlock on the telly. It was an amazing piece. Of course the show is only based on the work Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. They changed certain things on the show but the main idea is still there.

The show sets on the modern day. This modern day Sherlock uses the Internet, blog, cellphone, and of course, laptop. Which makes this show different from the movie version and I should be honest, more interesting. Their blogs are very interesting to read, especially John's. Yes, their blogs exist! Look it up on the internet.

I love the character of Sherlock whom John Watson described as 'an arrogant, imperious, pompous' guy. He's really an inspiration. He was the founder of the science of deduction and I tell you, the way he deduct things is - again, what John always say; 'fantastic', 'brilliant', and 'wonderful'. His attitude however, not so much. But then again, the way John described Sherlock when he thought Sherlock was dead "You are the best man, and the most human, human being that I've ever known..." - made me rethink my view.

Sherlock maybe an amazing genius when it comes to deducting things. But he is also human, and he cares though he doesn't show it. John understands him and Sherlock knows it. That's what I like about the both of them. Okay, so now he's my inspiration. How did this came to be? Why don't you make your own deduction. Be Sher-locked!

Sherlock (left) and John.

P/s: If you want to kill Sherlock, please don't confuse him with John.

IA