Never a Case Unsolved

I was never much of a television series fan, except for Top Gear, because of the segmented storylines and inside jokes. Yes, I know, that is what makes a television series feel special and unique, but what if you missed a chunk of the earlier episodes and you picked up inn the middle of a season? That's the only reason that kept me away from any television series, until now.

I introduce you BAFTA, Emmys and Golden Globe award winner television series Sherlock. A classic tale based on Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's masterpiece with a contemporary twist. Now, I'm quite certain every time someone hears the word 'adaptation', a little part of them died inside. Why? Because most of the adaptation of past pieces, for instance a viral zombie movie based off a video game or balls of dragon Z, hasn't really caught the attention of many simply because it isn't as close to the original. Many of the elements were missing.

This one is special, unique. Most of the elements are in place. The characters are faithfully recreated and not even the most minor characters are left out.Speaking of characters, the brilliant detective is played by British sweetheart Benedict Cumberbatch, and his loyal partner Dr John Watson is portrayed by Martin Freeman.

One thing I really like about this series, as to Top Gear, is their witty British humour. I promise you, you can never find Brit humour boring. The series is in its third season now since it's conception is 2008. Yes, I'm quite late writing this review of some kind. 

As an end note, I highly suggest you catch up on the series. For those in Malaysia, tune into AXN this 27th of February for the premiere of the much anticipated Season 3. Trust me, you'll love it.

Bye now

A Shift in Paradigm

   After a while away from the dusty recesses of my Blogosphere, I've decided to jump back into the cradle. It raises the question, "Why return back? What reignited the spark?". It's been quite the roller coaster ride since my last post. Many events have happened. Lots have changed. If I were to list down what had happened and what had changed in the past few months, it would span a few pages and it would stretch this entire page like mozzarella cheese on an Italian cheeses pizza special. Either way, this would be a long one, so I beg you, bear with me for a moment.

   I'd love to sum everything up, but that would just defeat the entire purpose of writing this post, wouldn't it? Besides, sharing you what happened is way more wholesome than simply condensing the story.

Well, where should I start? Ah! Regarding my last post before this post (see post below), I kindly ask you to disregard it, please. It's quite a long story, but to entertain the curious minds, I'll tell you the shorter version of what happened. Getting used to PALAM life was tough, studying Science for a foundation course. I've tried my best, and unfortunately, it got the best of me. It's a legit reason to be devastated as I've been through some hard times after my dismissal. I never thought the course wouldn't be perfect for me. I never got the grasp of Chemistry and I've just realized that I've been memorizing almost everything since SPM. Nevertheless, every dark cloud has a silver lining.

   I have discovered what I love to do. Writing. It doesn't matter either writing random rants or serious issues. I just love to write articles for anyone to read. You see, I spent most the final year in Koleq writing journals and articles, and I never regret those lost time massing all those words. I didn't mind spending countless hours in the editorial room doing all these tasks, simply because I enjoy what I was doing. The final product was the very definition euphoria. The inexplicable feeling when you've finished you last words of the story. It's just surreal. It feels as if I'm compiling a story that would happen only once in this celestial universe, and if you look at it that way, it's more than just compiling words. Moreover, those who know me tends to relate me with my endless babble of stories that amuse both the teller and the listener. To me, telling a story is a heart-to-heart kind of feeling. I try to put you readers, and listeners, in my position and attempt to make you experience my story as if it was unfolding before your very eyes. It's special. It's fun.

I consider my greatest achievement, so far.

   And you know what? That's not the end of my passionate past times. This is already clear to most of my peers. I'll reiterate, making this crystal clear, I am really passionate about automobiles, chiefly cars. Why, you ask? It's actually a childhood thing, revived. I used to like cars a long time ago, when the clutch and petrol prices never made any sense to me. Now, it's a more detailed experience with a more intimate knowledge towards the systems, the driver aids, the performance of each vehicle. I would kindly ask you not to mistake me as an angry yob blasting their fart cannons driving all recklessly around town. I'd like to think myself as the pacifist of the roads. But show me a proper race track, mostly go kart, and I'll happily demonstrate that driving is more than just the pedals and the steering wheel. It's way more than the arduous twists and turns on the track, more than the speed, more than anything. It's closer than than you think. It's about understanding the machine, as the machine would understand you requests. My daddy always tells me, always treat the car as an extension of yourself. It's complex at first, but I grasped the gist of it. Even though I might be a hardcore care enthusiast, I am not the best of drivers.

   This blog of mine, it has been here since 2008, if I'm not mistaken. It holds many interesting personalities of Syazwan Bahri over the past. But I personally think it's time for an overhaul. Perhaps a change of background would be welcomed, and maybe a swap of colour palette. And that blog title, needs a touch of literary improvement. What say you?

   So, we return to the main conundrum, why my return after being a recluse? The answer is, simply a welcoming whisper where my heart truly belongs. Expect me to write a lot more now and then.

Thanks for your time

Lost in the Mist

It's been a hectic week. Where was I? Oh, I'm already in higher education. Universiti Teknologi MARA. That's the full name for UiTM. Fast forward a few weeks, and bam, we're in classes and lectures. Surprisingly, or rather not surprisingly, I was appointed as the Class Representative. Way to go, I thought leaving Form 5 would give me some room to breathe. I was wrong.

After three weeks living here, we're starting to get the hang of the pace here. It's just fine. Unless we've been given a crudload of assignments to be done. Basically assignments are just a fancy name for homework.

So, typing this at 2 AM, fueled by a cup of Milo and an empty stomach, I tend to forget what was the main point I'm typing all this. Maybe the stress has gotten to me or I'm just really tired. I hope it's the latter. I'll muster some strength to type out another one later one. Till then

Good night

A Silent Tribute

Have you ever wondered what's it's been, lying on your deathbed, staring into nothingness. Have you ever wondered what would it feel like having your last breath, knowing that you're never going to meet your loved ones again? We would never have the chance to tell the tale.

He was once a teacher, infamous of his never-ending stories, conspicuous glare and puns not more entertaining than watching nails rust in the middle of winter. His tale was but of a sad one. In the eyes of students, he was a bane, but in the eyes of some, he was a hero, a father figure. We never thought his puns, lame jokes, or petty insults were just a futile attempt to entertain and liven up the mundane air of the class. We never thought he maybe confiscating phone just to feed his family. We never put it that way. As time goes by, we grow older, so does the gift of God, the brain. But we forget Nature's most fundamental law, everything around us grows as well. Our pets, our brothers, our sisters, our teacher and our parents. It may seem a delusional nightmare but it's the cold truth. He is now a memory to be remembered and cherished by those around him. May Allah place you in those who held in their Iman. Al-Fatihah to the late Cikgu Zamri, a name that we forever would remember.

"Verily we belong to God, and to God we return" - Sura Al-Baqara, Verse 156

 Insha Allah, his soul be in peace and his sins forgiven. As for us, for as long as we take our breath, remember that Death does not wait for anyone. Allah is Great.

Time disintegrates, no exception

A Bad Habit

It's has been a really long time since I've tweeted, umm, sorry, blogged anything sensitive. Well, tonight comes to a topic that has long been roaming inside my mind. It's about hating. Ironically, I'm a big hater for haters, but to put it into a more appropriate terms, I disapprove of haters. We'll dissect into that in just a moment.

In the meanwhile, we should define the word hater. Basically it means a group or individual that strongly disapproves a subject be it metaphorically or literally. I guess everybody know this term already. Let's move on to the main point.

After years spent with the 9Gag community, my friends and society, I've come to learn that they purely hate stuff like Twilight, Bieber, 1D, Kpop, and all those stuff we learn to hate about. Being in a remote and calm environment, breathing fresh breeze of the vast ocean, I've notice that hate is the spawn of Satan in your heart. It might not be clear to some, but it's the truth.

I won't lie to you, a few days ago I was a strong hater of one of the group stated above. I know that Twilight is cheesy and Bella's face is quite emotionless, but that does not give you the right to hate it with all your heart. I don't see the relevance in hating it so much. We could channel the immense hatred onto the Zionist perhaps, but hating some romantic teenage movie isn't more profitable than staring a melting ice cube. Hating is just one way of Satan playing with your heart. And every time you hate something or someone, you'll be adding sins to your petty soul.

The main point is, if you don't like it, then don't do anything with it. Just ignore perhaps. Hating? It's just gonna add to your sin count. See? Nothing really profitable there, isn't it? For instance, they say the Twilight saga is better than the Harry Potter saga. In my point of view, it's all the same. What differs is the fanbase, it's either they are mature people or just immature kids who whine all about the opposing team.

All this words up there could be confusing to non-readers, what I'm trying to sincerely convey is, please don't hate each other and respect other people's taste. It's their decision, their taste, their preferences. And as a mature person, you should respect their decision no matter how 'gay' it is.

I'm not trying to force any one of you to follow my creed but it's a must for me to share what I've gained from the past few months staying here. As the Malay proverb would say,

Buang yang keruh, ambil yang jernih

Let's improve for the betterment of ourselves, and the society. Amin.

'Till then

The Maiden of The Far East

Today marks a special day for all of us, especially one of my friend all across the South China Sea. Yes, I'm looking at you Sabah. Well, this post was not conceived under high doses of budu nor belacan, but it was purely conceived as a tribute to one of the most thoughtful friend I could've ever asked for.

Here we go.

DK Vivi  Fazrenna :)

That's my friend and yes, that is her real name, and the smiley has to do something with it. Although I do not remember how I knew her in the first place, she always has been helping me a lot with my deeper problems. She seems to be calm even in the most dire situations. She said I'm always acting funny and being so awkward. Well, again, I am not really comfortable around girls. Hehs, me just being me, lacking confidence. She's more mentally matured then she looks trust me. She taught me tons of stuff in my times. That wasn't an exaggeration but yeah, that much.Oh yeah, she's from Tunku Kurshiah College, and no, she's not available. Seriously, I'm not kidding.

Why the long tribute you ask? Oh yeah, before I go derailing the post, it's because it's a very very special day for her. What day? Well it's her 18th anniversary of her coming into the world! In other words it is her 18th birthday. To be frank, I didn't know her birthday was on January, as she looked more of a February or March type of person. That's a pointless assumption, I have to say. 

As I type this, I remembered that she didn't prefer to type in Bahasa Melayu because it sounded harsh. So, let me attempt a passage in that. 

Lapan belas tahun melangkah ke alam Dunia,
Sudah engkau meghilang dahaga sang minda,
Menimba ilmu serta membuka mata,
Agar melihat hakiki kekuasaan-Nya,
Bukan sekadar luka dan duka,
Bukan sekadar ilham yang nyata,
Tapi juga kurniaan Maha Pencipta,
Bumi, Laut, Flora dan Fauna,
Agar insan bersyukur kepada Allah,
Sang Pencipta Alam Semesta

Hope you don't laugh at my passage up there. It's the best I could think of right now. And before I forget, happy birthday Vivi. Jazakallahukhair.

'Till the next time

Stuck In The Realm of Growth

It has been a long while since I've updated this blog. Honestly, the last post was on 26th of August, that's like half a year back. Nevertheless, I have returned. 

It was quite a rough journey to this post. The moments faced together as I prepped myself for my final face-off with against the SPM examinations. It was a memorable moment with my buddies. Forgive me for not having many pictures on this paragraph as I didn't have much time during the exam week itself. 

After all the twists and turn from the examination, comes the emotional period - no puns intended - where we, the brothers of Vasilios, would go on our separate paths. It wouldn't be true if they say men do not shed tears. But as a fellow friends would say;

"Men cry not for themselves, but for their comrades"

The quote itself brings a whole new meaning to the term friendship. I've learned to cherish more than just the moments, but also to cherish the presence of those who are close to us. The moment arrived and we bid our final farewell.

The Brotherhood

Then, I've witnessed my migration from the West Coast to the East Coast. That was a far move from my old home. So then I was busy with the moving. I will not rant much about this here.

Next, it was my birthday on the 10th of January. So, that's not much to talk about since I practically did nothing much on my day. To be honest, there's nothing much I could do here in Terengganu.

One of my friends told me that life is all about moving on. I guess so it's true, since I feel that I'm getting older and this gut feeling is telling me to stop eating rice and move on to bread. 

So, officially this is my first post of 2013. 

'Till then.