Izzy, Izza, Wha?

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!