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I am Sir CumALot to some
Jazz to many
JACK to all the sparrows.
That I am EZ...
I am not that difficult.
Jazz is not the music
Jazz is the name.

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Thursday, July 24, 2008

[::..Se-pedas pedas sambal, tak Se-PEDAS SAMBA.....::]


Cheering crowds greet Brazil’s samba stars – That’s today’s headline in The Straits Times…

Yellow fever hit Changi Airport yesterday, when Brazil’s Olympic football squad arrived ahead of their friendly match here on Monday…

And then Ziehan called me this afternoon

Zie: Devashi asked if you are aware that the Brazilian is in town for a football match?
Me: Oh yes…they will be playing against our National team this Monday.
Zie: Are you gonna watch them play?
Me: I don’t think so.
Zie: The ticket is selling at S$60.00 and S$120.00 and available at all SISTIC outlets.
Me: I know…and that’s expensive for just an Olympic Team. I’ll pay that money if it’s Liverpool playing though.
Zie: Devashi has a ticket.
Me: Did he get it for free?
Zie: NO!! He bought two. He may be going with a friend.
Me: Is there a chance that I might be that FRIEND?
Zie: I don’t think so.
Me: DAMN!


Webster’s Revised Unabridged Dictionary:

Anticlimax (noun) –

1. A sentence in which the ideas fall, or become less important and striking, at the close; -- the opposite of climax. It produces a ridiculous effect.

2. A sudden descent in speaking or writing from the impressive or significant to the ludicrous or inconsequential, or an instance of it.

Note: Example

Devashi asked if you are going to see the Brazilian in town because he bought two tickets to watch a football match with a friend……………………BUT you’re not HIM.


All Work and No Play Will Make Jazz A Dull Boy - 3:09:00 PM


Wednesday, July 23, 2008

[::.."Antara Pompuan, Isteri - Hasad Dan Dengki" Pt.2..::]

What accounts for this outpouring of venom about a woman which, when all is said and done, remains just a tiny speck in our lives? The answer is rather simple. I am not about to allow anyone in Klaz, myself included, to be made a convenient scapegoat for a deeper crisis of confidence which now grips her life.

This woman may have a diabolic plot of her own, but in http://www.sircumalot.multiply.com/ and http://www.jollyjack.blogspot.com/, I will show her that I am far from being grounded. No matter how desperate she seemed or how low she had stooped or how wild some of her allegations may have been, I will turn around an adverse situation and continue to put her under siege and, like it or not, I intend to expose the character of this wicked woman to the light of day.

Here, I append below a posting I once made in my private chamber. Read through if you have to; or don’t if you don’t want to. If you don’t already know, the identity of this woman will reveal itself. Klaz must come to terms that this is not a personal crusade for me. I am neither a defender of your rights nor a protector of your faiths. I am merely preserving my ‘maruah’ and that of my wives with a view that we could welcome a period of renewed hope to cope with the many adversities and distraction, not all of which are of our own making. Just read and observe the following and this series will continue…

Colour Me Bad

We all know that purple is not a primary color. It does not possess a property, quality or ‘passion’ of color by which it can be perceived as its own product. The color is a product of mix and match, and the absence of its own hue makes the color lacks ‘brightness’. A color is a color by its hue; but if it’s made of only ‘hue and cry’, the passion and the character of its color is but a somber hue.

So you do not write to GOD. So you do not play board game. And by your own admission, you are also stupid. So how the F***K is that my problem!! I couldn’t have agreed more with your dad (may Allah blessed his soul) – “if you have nothing intelligent to say, you better not say anything at all.” Unfortunately, you pay no heed to good and priceless advice. You should have listened more to him than to yourself.

Some people are wise, and some people are otherwise. There is a difference between wisdom and stupidity you know. Just so that you understand, wise men talk because they have something to say; fools like you, because they have to say something. In your futile attempt to absolve yourself against any wrong, you rattled and rambled so incoherently. What a tangled web you weaved, when you practice just to deceive. For quite a while you sounded like you are one third of “The Three Stooges.” All said and done, you stopped short of addressing the issue that is central to Ziehan’s entry dated 13nth Dec 2006. Denial is the first access to the truth, and the absence of which constitutes a clear admission of guilt.

If you had read Ziehan’s entry with a clear conscience, you would not have rambled like an idiot. Under normal circumstances, I don’t make it my practice to argue with idiots. They have this natural ability to drag you down to their level and beat you with experience. When you tried so hard to be smart and act innocent all at the same time, what was visible for all to see was the two fools in you collide. It is the nature of guilt to make people lie and cheat, to hide the truth to their very best, to cut all friendships and enmities to the measure of their own interest, and to make a good countenance without the help of good will. If there is any vestige of humility, come clean, come good and liberate yourself from that ‘The Temple Of Your Doom’ – you are no High Priest.

I know that I am not your only friend. Perhaps I never was. The rights to express one’s self in one’s own space is our liberty that we do not surrender under any circumstances. That I beg to agree with you in totality. BUT other than that, you are a load of nonsense. Ziehan have said before that we have no qualms about people coming in and out of our space. A matter of fact, we have people from far and away who frequented us like an honorary patron. They are so religious that they even vowed to patronize us until they drop dead. It’s a free world – of course there is nothing criminal about reading. But what do you call those who intruded upon us with mischief in mind? Those that hide behind their keyboard, impersonating an identity to operate malice and disparaging comments? Have I not take my critics well? I could have deleted all the disparaging comments and banned the IP addresses – but I did not. Sometimes, some things make beautiful telling; it adds a dash of color to a page. But when one continues to transgress beyond the bounds of propriety with an absolute disregard for ethics, you compromised with the limit of our tolerance.

You must have had a ball of a time thinking that I will not respond to you. Here, not only will I respond to you, I will also compartmentalize the issue in question. Please know that you shall never have the last say, and for as long as you are the merchant of that insidious character; and for that ill intent that you tried to inflict upon Ziehan and I, I will not spare you the privilege of tact and diplomacy.

And then you professed your love for your friends and questioned my loyalty for them. You even asked if I have any friends at all. If you must know, I have more friends in my life than you could ever have life in your friends. If its hard for you to comprehend the context of this sentence, all you need to do is ‘semak 2’ your mailbox, refer to that email that you sent to Klaz dated 17 Aug 2006 where with callous indifference you called your friends ‘mayat mayat yang bernyawa’. Hence I will say it again - I have more friends in my life than you could ever have life in your friends. In your own wonderful world, you are your own beautiful people. There is this smugness about you that leaves me with enough to believe that you are an incorrigible narcissist.

I have never pushed my friends aside like you have suggested, and I certainly don’t intend to. Why should I? The value and respect that I have for them is priceless. It’s only you that I have little concession for if not none at all. While it’s true that I sometimes took a swipe at Klaz, I have nothing against them at all. I do not hide behind my keyboard nor do I mince my words. But there was never and occasion that I wrote about Klaz making inferences in a derogatory form. Where and when credit is due, I also wrote a tribute to Klaz. So just do not make a mention about something that you think you can conveniently use to champion and facilitate your own course. It must have been painful enough an experience for you to be stabbed in the back by some friends. For all its intent and purpose, they must have a very good reason for that. Whether or not you deserved it of course is another question. If you love me still like you said you do, you are going to love me even more as a friend now – because today I will stab you in the front. Remember that Oscar Wilde once said “A true friend stabs you in the front.”

Now that you have said enough to painfully demonstrate at length to convince others if not yourself that purple is virtue, you might want to walk with me down memory lane and slap yourself in the face – left, right and center!

Before you want to adjudge others, let us go through these chronicle of events and together we evaluate its fair values.

The Rise And Fall Of Klaz 78:

31st May 2005 – Was it not you who wrote in Klaz website “I being myself, looking at it from my point of view, see myself building the bridge and closing the gap of the missing years since 1978

“For me, this is a brand new friendship, found and brought home by……………………., something I never experience while I was in school”

30th Dec 2005 – Was it not you who also wrote to Klaz “As moderator and owner of this group, I have decided base on my judgement, to disintegrate this Klaz78 effective 10 Jan 2006…………………… 27 years ago, in school I hardly knew any one of you, and it sadden me today, as I am leaving this Klaz, that I do not not any one of you any better. But that is the choices that I have made…………….. If I do not hear from anybody, I will continue to delete and disintegrate Klaz78.”

6th Jan 2006 – you celebrated your decision to disintegrate Klaz with an email captioned “yeahhhhh….!!!” And you rejoiced your decision to disintegrate Klaz with a threat of a countdown. And was it not you who wrote… “the countdown just begun.”

Crisis Management:

You tried to mediate a crisis between Ziehan and Dinz. You made us all believed that you have the principal, conviction, respectability and impartiality of a good leader. For a moment you assumed that responsibility well enough. Was it not you who wrote….

20th Sept 2005 – “….kita tegur menegur biar lah dengan baik,,,dan perkara perkara private kita cakapkan ajer kat talipon, ...call...!!!kata korang semua mengaku kawan....”

In a strange twist of event, you did not observe that same decorum. Was it not you who also wrote….

4th Jan 2006 – “pd Lisa Mose & Azizah ni saya nak beritau...tak perlu bermanis manis di hadapan saya, perbuatan kamu membuat saya mual & muak peri laku kamu tidak seindah bicara kamu manis kamu cuma di tepi bibir………… Din, kalau nak tambah, jgn tambah sikit sikit....nak tambah banyak banyak lagi baguss....kita semua dah banyak berdosa. pd diri sendiri jgn di tambah tambah lagi berdosa ngan org lain hitung dan conggak sendiri tepuk dada tanya buah dada jgn nak kental buah cherri.………… dan email ni jgn kamu semua sebar satu Klaz....”

Question: If it was not meant for Klaz but you sent to most, what the hell were you talking about?

The Day I Lost All Respect For You:

25th April 2006 - Klaz was shocked by the news of a death. A friend’s father in-law passed away and the following SMS messages ensued. Was it not you who wrote…

You: “Dear all, pls do not ask me to
1) sampaikan salam
2) sampaikan takziah
3) kirim kirim selawat
4) go to the funeral with u. Bcosam not going. U can ctc azizah”

Me: “Dear all, if we don’t have what it takes to do what is morally right, just stop behaving like an adult with the trappings of a 6 years old mentality. Salam sejahtera untuk semua.”

You: “U sending tis 2 all? Or jus to me? Or u want me to forward tis on yr behalf too? U pun mcm azizah juga? Kata u all kengkawan, apasal tak simpan kawan2 nyer nbrs?”

Me: “Not to worry… I have all their numbers. It’s the need to be petty that I don’t have. If comparing me to Azizah is a compliment, then I accept it with thanx. But if you have an idea that is otherwise, lets muhasabah diri masing2.”

You: “I state my mind clear to all. I dun want to be answering to evri queries, which I dun hv time to answer, and on the 1st place am forwarding cos azizah your gud fren, ask for my help. And wattaF* I get? Well, only got myself to blame, shd ask her to tell evri1 herself. Btw, what is morally rite? U care2 xplain?”

Me: “Of course I care to explain BUT only to those that care to listen. Which attributes in my opinion you do not possess.”

You: “ Ya u r rite, I dun pocess yr attribution, n I dun hv time to listen to insult aft months of not talking to anyone fm k78. I only do what is rite for me. Perhaps u can teach yr other friends those attributions so they’ll turn out fine jus like u. Count me out.

Me: “I find it rather strange that you consider teguran yang baik as an insult. Especially when I did not use the term F** like u did. I don’t have to teach anyone to share my attributes. I will leave the teaching to the teachers and the F***ing to the F***ers. And that need not necessarily be us.”

The Crux Of The Matters

Was it not you who called on Ziehan during the early period of my relationship with her to warn her about me? How do you qualify yourself to tell someone whom you knew not about someone else whom you knew not either? If it was just by words of mouth that you knew me, what did that make you?

Was it not you who wrote just recently “Pi sanjung orang orang yg terdekat...lagi baik.…….. Aku doa kan kebahagian kau lagiii arrr..Mana kau tau, tu semua? Kau nak mabuk bercinta, kau punya sukalah, bagus lah tu...”

Question: How can you try to prevent a relationship and be happy for us at the same time? You must be absolutely mental to think that I am the one who are confused.

Finally, the matter that matters most – Was it not you who just recently established communication with someone whom you know not just so that you can play a cameo role in a crisis that didn’t even involve you.

Now that I’m done, you can go seek solace in GOD or bleed to death. Somewhere, somehow if someone were to ask me “WHY”, I will answer with a deep feeling of regret “YOU ASK FOR IT”.




To Be Continued…







All Work and No Play Will Make Jazz A Dull Boy - 5:03:00 PM


Friday, July 18, 2008

[::.."Antara Pompuan, Isteri - Hasad Dan Dengki"..::]

All the posturing behind the scenes and things that have appeared in this media look very unsavoury, but it is the reality that I want Klaz to face. It is anybody’s guess what this churning will throw in the end. What is clear though, is that - I will have to pull the rug on which stands the world’s most deprived woman.

It is very disturbing to see a matter on which hinges moral issues being ignored by many in Klaz. We all know that there is a sick woman among us who has been hankering for attention at any price. I am aware that “ignorance is bliss” – and no one has to bother actually. But we will lose all sense of propriety if we are only focused on serving our own needs. For me, I will never allow ‘Hasad dan Dengki’ to succeed in undermining Klaz siratulrahmi. I can’t just turn my back on what’s happened because there are important lessons to be learnt.

Unfortunately, it is no longer about who is telling the truth or who is right or wrong. It is about perception and what people believe or want to believe; because every society must find and decide the appropriate balance between rights and responsibilities for themselves.

Today, I will allow you to examine for yourselves the portrait that emerges from this confused character. You’ll observe that despite all her best and exhaustive efforts to project herself as a ‘Muslimah Berdakwah,’ she is actually one conflicted and mentally naïve individual who was not especially pious and devoted only to the crude trappings of “Hasad dan Dengki.”

The egoism of this woman, while understandable, is also disturbing…

Here is a story about a woman, who in her haste to menjatuhkan maruah seseorang muslimah, actually berkomplot dengan kaum keluarga orang lain dan memporak perandakan siratulrami keluarga itu.

Here is a story of a woman, whose dakwah on “Tahlil/ tudung/siratulrahmi/walimatul urus/etc and etc…” questions hukum hukum that touches the issue of “Aqidah.” And yet, in her blog, I have seen postings of hadith and firman and also a picture of the holy Ka’bah yang di-latar belakangkan gambar perumpuan separuh bogel.

Here is a story of a muslimah, whose opinion on ‘aurat’ is all about covering her head but not her mouth. And with all of her virtues and none of her shortcoming, she picks an icon of a fully naked woman for a preview panel in her yahoo messenger. Here I am completely flummoxed – how can this muslimah, whose ‘akhlaq’ is so questionable, yet with egotistical bravado, put Klaz to task with her ‘dakwah’ on ‘Aqidah’ when Klaz was merely congregating for a majlis ‘Tahlil.’

Here is a story of a ‘friend’ who has put about her reckoning that she is within touch of disintegrating Klaz by threatening to dismantle the network that she so very bravely takes credit for assembling.

Here is a story of a wife who sets out to influence public opinion by creating doubts and tearing down the credibility of a man she used to share her life with.

And then, there is a story of a woman who tried to make a convincing case for herself by trying to shift the blame to those “damned fucking pigs shisha friends…” and probably many others too for her domestic fiasco.

These are only some examples of the aggravating distraction that Klaz 78 is facing. I don’t know if Klaz is still coping with the effects of the setback with much needed kesabaran to ignore her - when she calls others bangkai, bastard, piece of shits, motherfucker, Pak Haji kolot, Doraemon, Pokemon and many more…

Sometime ago, I wrote something in my private chamber. I will reveal this article for the benefit of all in due course. While I am aware that Klaz is still fragile and prone to fragmentation, now, more than ever, amid the debris of the numerous attacks, Klaz should be able to see the extent to which we have been weakened. It shames me to notice how your silence has only emboldened her.

Our credibility must be safeguarded. It is in the interest of none, except those walking wounded, for Klaz to fail, for failure will exact a price even more satisfying to this wicked character. For me, I will never allow ‘Hasad dan Dengki’ to succeed in undermining Klaz siratulrahmi. She will not succeed…NOT on my watch!

To Be Continued…..

All Work and No Play Will Make Jazz A Dull Boy - 11:54:00 PM


Tuesday, July 08, 2008

[::..Screw The Hard PeCK - No Huff, No Puff, No Bluff..::]

As of 9th June 2008, I am officially a non- smoker. It has now been a month since I am on a nicotine free diet. Do I have a withdrawal symptom? Hell YES - and DAMN you all if you think it’s easy. Has it been easy?? Hell NO!!

They all say that the first one-week is the critical seven days. And then I read that the first month is actually the critical thirty days. I’ve been through these bends before. That was many years back when I managed to rehab myself against the habit for almost ten years. The mathematic thus is simple – I’ve negotiated more critical days during that ten years than those critical days that the theorem actually provides; yet it didn’t take me much to get reacquainted with a ‘hard pack of twenty’ habit.

What many of us don’t seem to realize is that to quit this habit, one needs trained mind, with an ability strong enough to determine the best way to lift our spirit out of the consuming desire. It is indeed a hard habit to break. What is frightful to contemplate is what failure might lead to if one easily yields to temptation. It was long taught that the best way to rehabilitate yourself against smoking, is to plan a time-table and introduce a gradual withdrawal. I have freed myself once before from the addiction of smoking only to become prisoner of the habit again. For this reason, I challenged my will to the punishing cold turkey method instead – no plan, no time-table and no gradual withdrawal. Just me, and my will to triumph with the courage of my own conviction to prevail. But equally important is the respect and love for the two women in my life that really care for my health.

While smoking per se is not an offence, lighting up a duty-not-paid stick is. But in the past, this has not distracted me from the task of importing for my own consumption a packet or two OR TEN from across the Causeway. Then, I have a lot to thank Baid for. Once a week, we would cruise together across the Causeway for our own separate reason. In retrospect, Baid spoiled me so much then, I think it’s quite fair to suggest that she was the guilty agent behind my tobacco addiction. After all, back when I was in school, I could have sworn that she was also part of the grand job that propelled me to pick up the habit. I am sure that the memory of Mt. Faber is as much alive within her as it has been within me. I remember being part of Syed Hashim, Jeffrey Anthony and Mustaffa to name a few - those were the smoking good ol’ days. And whatever we smoked back then, I remained convince till now that none among us will ever remember each other as that ‘damned fucking pigs smoking friends.’

For me, I will continue to fight my urge and stronger may I become. As for Baid, many thanx for being such a wonderful buddy. For being the guilty agent behind my tobacco addiction and also for being part of the grand job that propelled me to pick up the habit, I can only say “Engkau pun ada main peranan la Baid!!!” (Of course no offence intended)



All Work and No Play Will Make Jazz A Dull Boy - 5:02:00 PM


Tuesday, July 01, 2008

[::..You Have BLOOD On Your Hands!!!..::]

Life doesn’t always have to treat you well, but bitter experiences can sometimes help shape your life and offer opportunities – that was what I had learnt, all whilst trying to play to pitch perfect tones, the manners of a gracious host receiving an unexpected, if somewhat, awkward guests in my private chamber.

There exists a noisy convention of five to ten monkeys that jointly run a family circus. Between them, it was long observed that they share many ways to clamor for dominance. They can go tough and steely against those that oppose the doctrines of their ‘Banana Republic’ or touchy-feely with a Kleenex packet when one species tries to console the other.

This much I know - with life spans rivaling humans, monkeys are proving to possess some of the most elaborate social networks yet observed. A core group of maybe five to ten monkeys, led by the most overbearing and domineering female, makes decisions but it’s always the ‘BITCH’ that barks the loudest that has the final say. Researchers recently have uncovered evidence that these creatures engage in extraordinarily sophisticated forms of ‘bitching’, often across large and far-flung social networks.

The ‘Macaque’ or ‘Makchique’ is a species of gregarious old world monkeys of chiefly Asian origin. It was long known that this species possesses an uncanny ability to ally herself with alpha male like ‘Conan The Barbarian’, ‘Tarzan’, ‘Mat Kilau’ or any ‘MAT MELAYU’, befriend an alpha female like ‘The Witches Of Eastwick’ or campaign with her zookeeper, animal handler, taxi driver, teacher, policeman, policewoman, desperate housewives or a devil’s advocate. And when she furtively slams her opponents, she will quickly seek the measured endorsement of her group’s elders or the restless energy of her zookeeper, animal handler, taxi driver, teacher, policeman, policewoman, desperate housewives or a devil’s advocate. A quintessential opportunist, ‘Macaque’ or ‘Makchique’ knows only too well that a lone monkey is a weak monkey, a failure, with no chance it could thrive.

So, as a tantalizing bait to gain attention and sympathy, a ‘Macaque’ or ‘Makchique’ often has no qualm at all about over dramatizing her personal sob stories in an open theater. And when her circus is in town, we could, for instance, read into their comments and watch how they suggestively bite into one another’s bananas.

Here, I will continue to bring to the surface and lay bare my play for all and sundry to feast their eyes on, but what this play is about depends on your personal interpretation. This piece doesn’t impose, but leaves you free to revel in your own rampant fantasies.

I actually can’t see a reason for a ‘Macaque’ to play in a habitat that belongs to a family of monkey not that of her species. Her role in the circus has generated enough clouds of suspicion and I personally do not reject the possibility that she is every bit of her veins; a "Devil’s Advocate" who rejoices and celebrates the dismantling of ‘SIRATULRAHIM’ – be that of KLAZ, Ziehan's family and now - in her very own habitat. With all these in mind, I would like to remind her that she has blood on her hands; and lest she forgets, again I am telling you - “ENGKAU PUN ADA MAIN PERANAN LA BEB!!!”

While I agree that engaging audiences is an essential consideration, I feel it is time that my galleries become more tolerant to new experiences in my arts of writing and not get upset by a bit of blood. Where and when I express myself in a tightly woven scripts, it was never with an intent to make my show the most compelling play to watch. After all, if I can’t write with an open mind and a sense of adventure or encourage myself to take risks, I will end up with a very boring and fossilized mentality. There is joy in escaping into a different character; you know. I can be my most menacing when I write, yet there is this intricate balance of retaining a bit of myself that I find challenging and fun. And it has been a therapeutic process for me nonetheless.



All Work and No Play Will Make Jazz A Dull Boy - 4:22:00 PM


Friday, June 27, 2008

[::.."You'll Never Walk Alone"..::]

As I look back to those moments of time when we exchanged glances from across the table at The Coffee Beans, I can still remember the smile in her eyes as I stared deeply into them. The hunger we felt was never divulged, and it lay dormant inside of us until love conquers all.

It was something that neither of us ever expected. But as with all things in fate, when the time is right and the feeling is real, there is no stopping it. As we sat staring each other across the dinner table, watching each other in the flicker of the candlelight, we time-traveled all the way “Back To the Future” – reminiscing our yesterdays

The date was 4th March 2008 and that day dawned all to early for me. It is not everyday that someone can experience a joy as unique as the one that Ziehan and I have been sharing. From the open verandah of Villa Ginger, against the soft tranquil of the Botanic Garden, the evening was perfect, all but for the butterflies in the pit of my stomach.

To be in our mid forties and in love – I have come full circle and stopped questioning the directory of my journey. We do know however, that we can only ever give away what we have. To love another truly and completely, demands beliefs – that of ourselves and that of our future. Between Ziehan and I, we do know that this love means everything to us. And we had since agreed never to surrender our fates to them that lack the belief. This much I know – when who we are, our identity, or sense of self is determined by another person, it’s when we are weakest and most susceptible to dangers. When we allow another person to determine our happiness and our reason to live our lives by the rules of their dictates is when disaster strikes hardest.

I am prepared to learn from anyone who walks into my path and is willing to teach and share And I want to be an example to show that there is beauty in all pains and sufferings. It was here at the open verandah of Villa Ginger that I looked into the eyes of this woman, that I saw a pillar of hope and strength with also beauty and grace that belied her age. Between Ziehan Jazz and Mary Jazz, they produce combine energy enough to illuminate the initial darkness of my life with bright spark of light.

There are many facets to this man. I am a husband to two, a papa to three, a mentor to many bros, and also a social worker to my plants. Now I am also trying hard to be a survivor in part of nature’s process called ‘FATE.’ From expressing my bittersweet yearning and delicate pleas to the feeling of joy and abandonment, Ziehan knew that I have felt it all.

Against the picturesque and quaint surrounding of an Old Botanic, it was in her path that I placed my destiny. As we walked the long and winding road towards the exit, we experienced a kind of peace and tranquility that cannot be found anywhere else. It was as if GOD was with us.

Today, it reminds me that while in life there may be pain and suffering, there’s a lot of joy as well and there’s something waiting at the end of it. But before we get there, in the meantime, we have to make every day meaningful.

To these two women in my life, together we have come to realize our capacity to love as being able to allow, accept, share and appreciate each other for who we all are. What we do and what we have is called love because when we share unselfishly, together we belong, together we are part of something bigger than ourselves, and together we have the potential to blossom from strength to strength.

In the meantime, my first step to healing and recovery is to admit the truth about my painful journey. The sooner I face the truth, the easier it is for all to understand. At the heart of living my best life for whatever that remains, is to free those that I truly love from the burden of my sufferings. If I am not committed to facing reality, how can I build self-efficacy with the confidence to prevail? Like I said before - To love another truly and completely, demands beliefs – that of ourselves and that of our future – with this in mind, I know that I am perched on a solid foundation where I am best placed to inspire courage.



All Work and No Play Will Make Jazz A Dull Boy - 7:27:00 PM


Thursday, June 26, 2008

[::..Banana Republic Of The Holy Ghosts..::]

I’m aware – and flattered – that I’m gossiped about. Gossip is telling “made up” or partial truths about someone else, to further one’s own purpose. I suppose people who engage in conjecture, assumption and mind reading with the intent of entertaining themselves; have their own higher purpose. Perception is everything in gossips, therefore whether the subjects leveled against any particular individuals are true or not, those who thirst at the opportunity for a place in a network and in the union of the ‘holy ghosts’, will always take the side of the story that favors their own line of thinking. In a ‘I scratch your back, you scratch my back’ world, any form of alliance is an opportunity. As long as each has a place in the universe where they are their own brightest sun, they don’t have to be friends, relatives or sisters. Usually, they can just push their way through with people. They are all in the same league; a pushy, contemptuous and egotistical women with an exaggerated sense of dignity

It’s all just human stuff. I can’t help it when people often mistake those who are confident about their capability or who are relaxed about looking good as being loud, proud or an attention seeker. On the contrary, it’s always the self-conscious, weak, insecure egotistical monkeys that personalize and focus mainly on themselves.

I am not challenging morality, provoking dissent and disrespect, or encouraging over indulgence. All I’ve been trying to say was –
“if you can’t co-exist among us for the greater good of all, how the FUCK is that my problem?”

I know for a fact that it upsets certain species of monkeys that I’m candid. Throughout human history, you see that the worst problems for people almost always come from other people, and it’s the same for monkeys. You can put them anywhere in the world – USA, Afghanistan, Iraq, Westport, Longhill, Teluk Saga or Planet Of the Apes for that matter, but when small monkeys try to project big image, one can’t help but to observe their typical intense devotion or an overzealous ambition to become KING KONG. Among them, we will notice there is always that same old frantic ambition to pull, minute by minute, every available string with a patronizing superiority to prove their worth, only to draw the attention of crowds who in the end mattered least.

When we accept ourselves, we’ve nothing to prove. There’s no need to conform, compete or claim for superiority. Self-confident people express themselves clearly and live to experience life fully. Ziehan and I have happily given up our prohibitions because being authentic is important to us. This is what operating from abundance actually means. Tapped into a force greater than ourselves, we work for the benefit of all. What we do goes beyond seeking personal glorification.

Today however, I woke up feeling the need to spin something noteworthy for the good of all to judge, to bring to the surface and lay bare for all and sundry to feast their eyes on, to be the one instead with that frantic ambition to pull, minute by minute, every available string with a patronizing attitude to prove my worth. After all, I did promise a certain individual a cost free advertisement in my space –
REMEMBER?

For a start, let’s discuss those ‘damned fucking pigs shisha friends’ that you were so incensed at. Through these ‘pigs’, you planted the seed of doubt by accusing others of playing a prominent role in your burning household. Now, if these ‘pigs’ became ‘pigs’ for a reason only you knew best, my question is – how different a ‘PIG’ are you for your prominent role in a family crisis that’s never yours to be involved in?

Now that you have my attention, please do not flatter yourself. Your attempt to project yourself as the leading light of your Klaz generation is but a hollow boast. You think of yourself as a genuine article, a monumental figure, in the mould of a charismatic woman. But the self-seeking publicity that you constantly sought in Klaz made it patently obvious that you have a ‘genetic character disorder’ with an oversize ego that looks at others in a very narrow form. Much too often, you question the probity of many good people around you with a hope to leave them blemish.

In one of your vitriolic outburst against those ‘damned fucking pigs shisha friends’, I remember you wrote “Ishh..ishh..ishh!! korang semua ada maen peranan lah babe!” - This is just one fine example of your ‘genetic character disorder.’ You should have sought counsel with some of the ‘holy ghosts’ from your ‘Banana Republic’ whose monologue more often was like a press conference that extolled your group’s efforts to create a morally upright and virtuous Republic. As sure as I am now that you are no different a ‘PIG’ than those that you cursed and swore, lest you forget – “ENGKAU PUN ADA MAIN PERANAN LA BEB!!!”


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