[::.."Within You'll Remain"..::]
There is no greater wonder than the way the face and character of a woman fit so perfectly in a man’s mind, and stay there, and he could never tell you why. It just seems it was the thing he most wanted. There was never a second thought when love struck me at first sight. I have learned this at least by the simplest rule of thumb: that if one advances sincerely in the direction of his dreams, and endeavors to live the life which he has imagined, he will be blessed with the joy and happiness unexpected in common hours.
Different men seek after happiness in different ways and by different means, and so make for themselves different modes of life and forms of society. When I found mine, it came in the form of a divorced mother of two boys and a girl. There’s a mighty big difference between good, sound reasons and reasons that sound good. Eighteen years of marriage with no children to my name, Ziehan was my present from God packed in small package. By that alone, its good enough a sound reason; so much so, it’s a reason that sounds good enough. Of course Mary Jazz is another better half of my life; another gift from God. And I intend to play with my ‘Action Figures’ for as long as my battery works or for as long as theirs last…whichever cums first.
It’s a good thing that monkeys don’t talk, or we would find it as hard to get along with them as we do with people. There were friends and relatives from an imbecile society whose right to make judgment is to wrong the right for the wrong reasons. These people were so cultured with a mono mindset that I fast became a philanderer overnight than it took me eighteen years to make a good hero. Neither was Ziehan spared. None cares much to the fact that she has been a wonderful mother to three good kids; she’s also now the meanest ‘body snatcher’ in the valley. A potent combination of chemistry between us that ‘Rocks n Rules.’ We don’t live corrected by society's fractured perspective that lacks the ingredients of intelligence. What we were born not to be, we shall not become. Love us, hate us or live happy as an idiot wrapped in a moron; we don’t F***ING care! If only I can educate these imbeciles by simply pressing the button on my TV remote control called “BRIGHTNESS.” I wonder now; since light travels faster than sound, isn’t that why some people appear bright until you hear them speak? M O R O N S!!!
I have lived in the world just long enough to look carefully the second time into those things that I am most certain of the first time. The best years of your life are the ones in which you decide your problems are your own. You do not blame them on your mother, your committee, global warming, the cat next door, the ecology or Osama Bin Laden. You realize that you control your own destiny. As for me, eversince that wonderful night of 4th March 2005, it’s not the years in my life that count. It’s the life in my years that matters. Hence the idea now is to die young as late as possible.
“A person you love isn’t someone you can live with. It’s someone you can’t live without…so; Don’t live home without it!” – American Express
To Be Continued….
Different men seek after happiness in different ways and by different means, and so make for themselves different modes of life and forms of society. When I found mine, it came in the form of a divorced mother of two boys and a girl. There’s a mighty big difference between good, sound reasons and reasons that sound good. Eighteen years of marriage with no children to my name, Ziehan was my present from God packed in small package. By that alone, its good enough a sound reason; so much so, it’s a reason that sounds good enough. Of course Mary Jazz is another better half of my life; another gift from God. And I intend to play with my ‘Action Figures’ for as long as my battery works or for as long as theirs last…whichever cums first.
It’s a good thing that monkeys don’t talk, or we would find it as hard to get along with them as we do with people. There were friends and relatives from an imbecile society whose right to make judgment is to wrong the right for the wrong reasons. These people were so cultured with a mono mindset that I fast became a philanderer overnight than it took me eighteen years to make a good hero. Neither was Ziehan spared. None cares much to the fact that she has been a wonderful mother to three good kids; she’s also now the meanest ‘body snatcher’ in the valley. A potent combination of chemistry between us that ‘Rocks n Rules.’ We don’t live corrected by society's fractured perspective that lacks the ingredients of intelligence. What we were born not to be, we shall not become. Love us, hate us or live happy as an idiot wrapped in a moron; we don’t F***ING care! If only I can educate these imbeciles by simply pressing the button on my TV remote control called “BRIGHTNESS.” I wonder now; since light travels faster than sound, isn’t that why some people appear bright until you hear them speak? M O R O N S!!!
I have lived in the world just long enough to look carefully the second time into those things that I am most certain of the first time. The best years of your life are the ones in which you decide your problems are your own. You do not blame them on your mother, your committee, global warming, the cat next door, the ecology or Osama Bin Laden. You realize that you control your own destiny. As for me, eversince that wonderful night of 4th March 2005, it’s not the years in my life that count. It’s the life in my years that matters. Hence the idea now is to die young as late as possible.
“A person you love isn’t someone you can live with. It’s someone you can’t live without…so; Don’t live home without it!” – American Express
To Be Continued….
All Work and No Play Will Make Jazz A Dull Boy - 3:39:00 PM
Wednesday, September 27, 2006
[::.."A Fuller-Turn" At ONE FULLERTON..::]
I picked up speed to make the most out of our forgotten past. I have to realize now, in this moment of time, I am creating… I am actually creating my next moment. That is what's real. Do I write the story of my life one moment at a time? Maybe? But twenty-seven years were more than just a mathematical loss. I sought the counsel from the hidden power of my heart and contemplated. By the time I made that half-a-turn for Ziehan, I knew then that each moment is a doorway to time travel. Being in this very moment and no other, time, as we know it, STOPS. You can Freeze-Frame and stop. Then you can make another choice. You can stay in the same holographic pattern or you can choose a different one.
The real questions every now and then were the ones that obtruded upon your consciousness whether you liked it or not, the ones that made your mind started vibrating like a jackhammer, the ones that you "came to terms with" only to discover that they are still there. The real questions refused to be placated. They were the questions asked most frequently and answered most inadequately, the ones that revealed their true natures slowly, reluctantly, most often against your will to answer. I have never wanted to love a woman by betraying another. But when we know love matters more than anything, and we know that nothing else REALLY matters, we move into the state of surrender. Surrender does not necessarily diminish our power…sometime it enhances it. Half-a-turn and no-can-do, as I surrendered my heart to she who has conquered, I accelerated my momentum with “A Fuller-Turn” and placed Ziehan in the safe haven of my heart.
We watched “HITCH” on our first date at Jurong Point. A big occasion indeed for me, but none the ‘BIGGER’ than the ‘collarbone’ of half a whale that I had to carry around throughout that entire night. I was only too happy to do this for her; but happier still to see Ziehan made silly of herself to a point of embarrassment. By our second date, I realized then it’s in her habit that’s hard to break. Chivalry being chivalry, no man does a ‘dodol’ in the name of love…BUT I did.
Our journey continued. Our current safe boundaries were once unknown frontiers. The voyage of discovery is not in seeking new landscapes but in having new eyes. We were in search for a place with a common connection. A place that we both could see from our new eyes, touch with our souls and feel it in our hearts. Between us, we were already transmitting subtle vibes of affections with a tremendous sense of mutuality. That we were both born and once raised as the children of the sea, Ziehan and I embarked on “A Fuller-Turn” towards a new destination; our promise land. And for that sentimental reason per se, we became the good pilgrims of ONE FULLERTON by our third date. There by its embankment, we gazed at the spectacle of nature under some of the very stars that might have seen us in our childhood and wonder in amusement now… “What the hell took them so long?”
Now, as I submit myself by his grace, I constantly pray.. “Is life so dear, or love so sweet as to be purchased at the price of trials and tribulations? Do not forbid us, Almighty God! I know not what course others may take; but as for me, I had waited through your test of time, let me love or give me death…”
To Be Continued….
The real questions every now and then were the ones that obtruded upon your consciousness whether you liked it or not, the ones that made your mind started vibrating like a jackhammer, the ones that you "came to terms with" only to discover that they are still there. The real questions refused to be placated. They were the questions asked most frequently and answered most inadequately, the ones that revealed their true natures slowly, reluctantly, most often against your will to answer. I have never wanted to love a woman by betraying another. But when we know love matters more than anything, and we know that nothing else REALLY matters, we move into the state of surrender. Surrender does not necessarily diminish our power…sometime it enhances it. Half-a-turn and no-can-do, as I surrendered my heart to she who has conquered, I accelerated my momentum with “A Fuller-Turn” and placed Ziehan in the safe haven of my heart.
We watched “HITCH” on our first date at Jurong Point. A big occasion indeed for me, but none the ‘BIGGER’ than the ‘collarbone’ of half a whale that I had to carry around throughout that entire night. I was only too happy to do this for her; but happier still to see Ziehan made silly of herself to a point of embarrassment. By our second date, I realized then it’s in her habit that’s hard to break. Chivalry being chivalry, no man does a ‘dodol’ in the name of love…BUT I did.
Our journey continued. Our current safe boundaries were once unknown frontiers. The voyage of discovery is not in seeking new landscapes but in having new eyes. We were in search for a place with a common connection. A place that we both could see from our new eyes, touch with our souls and feel it in our hearts. Between us, we were already transmitting subtle vibes of affections with a tremendous sense of mutuality. That we were both born and once raised as the children of the sea, Ziehan and I embarked on “A Fuller-Turn” towards a new destination; our promise land. And for that sentimental reason per se, we became the good pilgrims of ONE FULLERTON by our third date. There by its embankment, we gazed at the spectacle of nature under some of the very stars that might have seen us in our childhood and wonder in amusement now… “What the hell took them so long?”
Now, as I submit myself by his grace, I constantly pray.. “Is life so dear, or love so sweet as to be purchased at the price of trials and tribulations? Do not forbid us, Almighty God! I know not what course others may take; but as for me, I had waited through your test of time, let me love or give me death…”
To Be Continued….
All Work and No Play Will Make Jazz A Dull Boy - 2:41:00 AM
Tuesday, September 26, 2006
[::..The Girl Next-Door..::]
Love is not blind, it sees more not less; but because it sees more it chooses to see less. Ziehan captivated my heart with her girl next-door demeanor. It could have happened twenty-seven years ago. Then, neither more nor less, I saw none. Try as I might, she simply did not feature in any form from the back of my fragile memory. And for all that I could remember, I saw none of her. When I was young I was sure of everything; in a few years, having been mistaken a thousand times, I was not half so sure of most things as I was before; at present, I am hardly sure of anything but what God has revealed to me.
The future is not a result of choices among alternative paths offered by the present, but a place that is created…created first in the mind and will, created next by chance. The future is not some place we are going to, but one we are creating. The paths are not to be found, but made, and the chance and choice of making them, changes both the maker and the destination.
The chances we had back in school were never meant to be. For the past twenty-seven years, we lived upon our lives in parallel path. One totally obscure to the other, the divide between us had never been beyond a proximity exceeding a 5 kilometers radius. There might have been chances to grace the attention of this lady twenty-seven years ago. But back then; opportunity was missed by most people because it was dressed in school uniform and all the time it looks like student.
God had revealed to me now what he did not then. I exercised my choice and took that chance. Ziehan was seated diagonally across my table when we first met. We intimated our conversation with an occasional glance at each other. A cup of coffee later, I was a man totally smitten. Talking about which, nobody made coffee like I did then. With six sachets too many sugar, my coffee was none the sweetest.
Emboldened by a resolve to pursue a strange unchartered feeling, she became my enchanted new frontier. When you are inspired by some great purpose, some extraordinary project, all your thoughts break their bonds; your mind transcends limitations, your consciousness expands in every direction, and you find yourself in a new, great and wonderful world. Dormant forces and faculties become alive, and you discover yourself to be a greater person by far than you ever dreamed yourself to be.
“Live your life to the fullest, take every opportunity that arises because you'll have plenty of time to sleep when you are dead.” – SirCumALot
To Be Continued….
The future is not a result of choices among alternative paths offered by the present, but a place that is created…created first in the mind and will, created next by chance. The future is not some place we are going to, but one we are creating. The paths are not to be found, but made, and the chance and choice of making them, changes both the maker and the destination.
The chances we had back in school were never meant to be. For the past twenty-seven years, we lived upon our lives in parallel path. One totally obscure to the other, the divide between us had never been beyond a proximity exceeding a 5 kilometers radius. There might have been chances to grace the attention of this lady twenty-seven years ago. But back then; opportunity was missed by most people because it was dressed in school uniform and all the time it looks like student.
God had revealed to me now what he did not then. I exercised my choice and took that chance. Ziehan was seated diagonally across my table when we first met. We intimated our conversation with an occasional glance at each other. A cup of coffee later, I was a man totally smitten. Talking about which, nobody made coffee like I did then. With six sachets too many sugar, my coffee was none the sweetest.
Emboldened by a resolve to pursue a strange unchartered feeling, she became my enchanted new frontier. When you are inspired by some great purpose, some extraordinary project, all your thoughts break their bonds; your mind transcends limitations, your consciousness expands in every direction, and you find yourself in a new, great and wonderful world. Dormant forces and faculties become alive, and you discover yourself to be a greater person by far than you ever dreamed yourself to be.
“Live your life to the fullest, take every opportunity that arises because you'll have plenty of time to sleep when you are dead.” – SirCumALot
To Be Continued….
All Work and No Play Will Make Jazz A Dull Boy - 6:17:00 AM
Sunday, September 24, 2006
[::.."Ticket To Ride"..::]
All that she could afford, she gave. And she gives unselfishly too. In my first publish dated 20th September; I wrote my last paragraph with a promise that I will take her on a tour to my magical journey. Yesterday, my script took a surprising twist. With a “Ticket To Ride” and a journey to nowhere, Ziehan swept me of my feet and brought me on a whirlwind tour to her magical journey instead. Adorned in resplendent color and ever so sultry, Ziehan was my “Woman In Red”. She ignites my emotion with new meaning and a higher reason to express my love freely. It doesn’t require any acrobatics to love someone like Ziehan. The future always belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams. I remember the first time we kissed… it was the beginning of that dream that I never would want to wake up from.
When we met yesterday, Ziehan was on a covert mode. She kept her plans to herself. A matter of fact, she revealed more from her plunging neckline than what was inside that luscious chest. The “44 Simple Steps” was mine to play; but Ziehan made sure that the plan remains hers to keep… and she gave away none to the inquisitive mind. Her sexuality however aroused me to a point of distraction. It was then that I noticed…the colors between us reminded me of my new kitchen cabinet; beautiful nonetheless.
When a white Mercedes with a black driver pulled over, the colour theme for the night got more vibrant. Much to my surprise, Mount Faber beckoned our arrival. I couldn’t have been more pleased. From the vantage point on one of Singapore’s highest peak, I was so overwhelmed by a dynamic force of nostalgic aura. At the open verandah of The Jewel Box, I retraced the path of my scrawny juvenile era. As I re-trained my emotional and mental reactions and increase my coherence, I realized now that I had re-created my life. I have reached a point and place where I no longer have to keep "working things out," but realize they are worked out!
On solid ground and at a dizzying height, the romance blossomed into more altitude. Not that I am terrified of height; but as fearsome a warrior he may be, Alexandra The Great was also afraid of monkey. I don’t see any point to this statement…but go figure. She planned my “44 Simple Steps” with a masterstroke. The tour to her magical journey began with a “Ticket To Ride” on a romantic 3 round-trips on a Mount Faber-Sentosa cable car cruise served with a 3-course dinner. Nestled in cabin 66, we kissed a lot, but moved very little. I’m not one that’s afraid to die; I just don’t want to be there when it happens. For that reason and that reason alone, the lesser she moves, the safer I feel. From the hilly terrain of Mount Faber, to the highway of Keppel Road, across the sea of Sentosa and within the sanctuary of my beautiful Ziehan, I am a man at the pinnacle of my joy.
We circumnavigated our romantic voyage much sooner than the 80 days it took Steve Coogan and Jackie Chan to complete theirs (see “Around The World In 80 Days”). I hardly had time to recover from the intoxicating experience when Ziehan conjured yet another surprise at the sky deck foyer lounge of Mount Faber. The breathtaking bird’s eye view of my ‘starry starry world’, against a Nat King Cole “Unforgettable” in the background, she added her meticulous plan with an icing on my birthday cake…literally so to speak. By the time “Dreams Are Made Of Reality” resonated the picturesque tranquil of the night, I can’t resist but to ask Ziehan for her hand and led her to the raised platform of the gazebo. Locked in tight embrace, we slow dance to every lyrics of the song like it was meant and written for us. If every picture can paint a thousand words and every title tells a story, I want to re-live this episode for the rest of my mortal life; without ever wanting to close this chapter even in my death. After all, true love never lives happily ever after - true love simply has no ending.
I know that love alone does not make happiness. I just couldn’t write anything without hope that soon she and I shall be able to rise and view ourselves with clearer eyes in that calm region where no night can hide us from each other's sight. From Ziehan I’ve seen it all, I’ve heard it all… her devotion of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites my sensitive soul to tears. So shall we soar the sky, so shall we seek our forgotten past, but together we must carry it with us or we find it not.
All’s well that ends well… be the soft tranquil of the moonless night, be the gentle wind that blows; Ziehan blows better at home.
Like the Great One once taught me “Man makes holy what he believes, as he makes beautiful what he loves.”
When we met yesterday, Ziehan was on a covert mode. She kept her plans to herself. A matter of fact, she revealed more from her plunging neckline than what was inside that luscious chest. The “44 Simple Steps” was mine to play; but Ziehan made sure that the plan remains hers to keep… and she gave away none to the inquisitive mind. Her sexuality however aroused me to a point of distraction. It was then that I noticed…the colors between us reminded me of my new kitchen cabinet; beautiful nonetheless.
When a white Mercedes with a black driver pulled over, the colour theme for the night got more vibrant. Much to my surprise, Mount Faber beckoned our arrival. I couldn’t have been more pleased. From the vantage point on one of Singapore’s highest peak, I was so overwhelmed by a dynamic force of nostalgic aura. At the open verandah of The Jewel Box, I retraced the path of my scrawny juvenile era. As I re-trained my emotional and mental reactions and increase my coherence, I realized now that I had re-created my life. I have reached a point and place where I no longer have to keep "working things out," but realize they are worked out!
On solid ground and at a dizzying height, the romance blossomed into more altitude. Not that I am terrified of height; but as fearsome a warrior he may be, Alexandra The Great was also afraid of monkey. I don’t see any point to this statement…but go figure. She planned my “44 Simple Steps” with a masterstroke. The tour to her magical journey began with a “Ticket To Ride” on a romantic 3 round-trips on a Mount Faber-Sentosa cable car cruise served with a 3-course dinner. Nestled in cabin 66, we kissed a lot, but moved very little. I’m not one that’s afraid to die; I just don’t want to be there when it happens. For that reason and that reason alone, the lesser she moves, the safer I feel. From the hilly terrain of Mount Faber, to the highway of Keppel Road, across the sea of Sentosa and within the sanctuary of my beautiful Ziehan, I am a man at the pinnacle of my joy.
We circumnavigated our romantic voyage much sooner than the 80 days it took Steve Coogan and Jackie Chan to complete theirs (see “Around The World In 80 Days”). I hardly had time to recover from the intoxicating experience when Ziehan conjured yet another surprise at the sky deck foyer lounge of Mount Faber. The breathtaking bird’s eye view of my ‘starry starry world’, against a Nat King Cole “Unforgettable” in the background, she added her meticulous plan with an icing on my birthday cake…literally so to speak. By the time “Dreams Are Made Of Reality” resonated the picturesque tranquil of the night, I can’t resist but to ask Ziehan for her hand and led her to the raised platform of the gazebo. Locked in tight embrace, we slow dance to every lyrics of the song like it was meant and written for us. If every picture can paint a thousand words and every title tells a story, I want to re-live this episode for the rest of my mortal life; without ever wanting to close this chapter even in my death. After all, true love never lives happily ever after - true love simply has no ending.
I know that love alone does not make happiness. I just couldn’t write anything without hope that soon she and I shall be able to rise and view ourselves with clearer eyes in that calm region where no night can hide us from each other's sight. From Ziehan I’ve seen it all, I’ve heard it all… her devotion of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites my sensitive soul to tears. So shall we soar the sky, so shall we seek our forgotten past, but together we must carry it with us or we find it not.
All’s well that ends well… be the soft tranquil of the moonless night, be the gentle wind that blows; Ziehan blows better at home.
Like the Great One once taught me “Man makes holy what he believes, as he makes beautiful what he loves.”
All Work and No Play Will Make Jazz A Dull Boy - 12:42:00 AM
Thursday, September 21, 2006
[::..Forty-Four Simple Steps..::]
I didn’t get old on purpose, it just happened in forty-four simple steps. As I turned 44 today, I intend to live forever or at least die trying. More so now than ever for the fact that I have Ziehan. This day has returned to me 44 times now in as many years. You may want to call it birthday, but I call it coincidence. It always happens on the same date every year but not necessarily on the same day. For the past 44 years, I have celebrated this date on every other day of the calendar week. A quick check on my computer indicates that I will celebrate this date on a Sunday in 2050, and a Saturday in 2070, and a Friday in 2080 and back to this day (Thursday) in the year 3020. By which time, all of Klaz 78 will be dead, Ziehan will be old, the microwave’s warranty will expire and the 99 years lease to my house would have lapsed. A cruel reality that’s so frightening to imagine… what do I do without a microwave? Where do I live? And whom do I take my daily jog with in 3020?
How time really flies. 44 years now and it seems like only yesterday that I was part of a biological process that science called chromosomes. If my mum had laboured me 30 years longer, I would have been just 14 years today. But I would never have swapped the advantage of youth for the love of Ziehan. Love is the best medicine for eternal youth, and there is more than enough to go around once you open your heart. With her love to cherish, with a hope to achieve and a journey to complete; I shall not look back with regret, or forward in fear, but just around in awareness. It was the wisdom of Helen Rowland who reminds me that the follies that a man regrets most in his life are those that he didn't take when he had the opportunity. Ziehan is the grand essential of my happiness…nevermind if there is a chorus of discontent, nevermind if the ground beneath us shakes, be the mountain roars, if you are going to walk on thin ice, you might as well dance!
“Love doesn't make the world go round. Love is what makes the ride worthwhile” – SirCumALot
On the Twenty-First day of the Ninth month in the year of the Holy Lord 2006… Happy Birthday to me.
How time really flies. 44 years now and it seems like only yesterday that I was part of a biological process that science called chromosomes. If my mum had laboured me 30 years longer, I would have been just 14 years today. But I would never have swapped the advantage of youth for the love of Ziehan. Love is the best medicine for eternal youth, and there is more than enough to go around once you open your heart. With her love to cherish, with a hope to achieve and a journey to complete; I shall not look back with regret, or forward in fear, but just around in awareness. It was the wisdom of Helen Rowland who reminds me that the follies that a man regrets most in his life are those that he didn't take when he had the opportunity. Ziehan is the grand essential of my happiness…nevermind if there is a chorus of discontent, nevermind if the ground beneath us shakes, be the mountain roars, if you are going to walk on thin ice, you might as well dance!
“Love doesn't make the world go round. Love is what makes the ride worthwhile” – SirCumALot
On the Twenty-First day of the Ninth month in the year of the Holy Lord 2006… Happy Birthday to me.
All Work and No Play Will Make Jazz A Dull Boy - 3:06:00 PM
Wednesday, September 20, 2006
[::..Love At First Sight..::]
The most wonderful of all things in life, I believe, is the discovery of another human being with whom one's relationship has a glowing depth, beauty, and joy as the years increase. This inner progressiveness of love between two human beings is a most marvelous thing, it cannot be found by looking for it or by passionately wishing for it. It is a sort of Divine accident.
During my rough and tumble days, I experienced many a bad falls. Some pained me to death and some scarred me for life. Like Elbert Hubbard once said”God will not look you over for medals, degrees, or diplomas, but for scars.” The growing pain period often saw me picking myself up fast enough only to fall just as quickly; again and again and again. Then I was constantly in a hurry. I may have problem with my high speed balancing, but who the heck cares. Long after my rough and tumble days, I thought I had enough until almost one and a half year ago to this date. I FELL AGAIN. Do I want to pick myself up from this…Hell NO! It was into something so deep that even if it hurts, it sure as hell will “Hurt So Good.” I wasn’t looking… People take different roads seeking fulfillment and happiness. Just because they're not on your road doesn't mean they've gotten lost... but I FOUND. Today, I stretch my heart and expand my love so that it touches not only those to whom I can give it easily, but also those who need it so much. Twenty-seven years not too late, I fall in love.
In obscurity for many years, Ziehan touched my heart on the night of 4th March 2004. It wasn’t just any other night for me; it was no ordinary night by all accounts. It may have been by Divine accident, but as good as it got, we met for a reason to live for and with a purpose to die by. I have never met a person whose greatest need was anything other than real, unconditional love. I saw it in her simple act of kindness toward anyone who needs help. There is no mistaking love. I feel it in my heart. It is in the common fiber of my life, the flame that heats my soul, energizes my spirit and supplies passion to my life. It is our connection to God and to each other.
“Love and magic have a great deal in common. They enrich the soul, delight the heart. And they both take practice.” - SirCumALot
All Work and No Play Will Make Jazz A Dull Boy - 5:19:00 PM
[::..And His Journey Begins.....::]
SIMPLICITY….That’s what this is all about. My simple CITY without all the illustrious settings of the past. Gone were those days when BIGBADVOODOODADDY commanded an audience from every nook and cranny of society that writing for me became more for their amusement then.
As best as I could and as much as I can, I shall endeavor to detach myself from that image that I was once so revered for. But for the joy of writing, I am who I am. That I am HIM, what is…is!! I am one who do not share the school of philosophy founded by Zeno, who taught that people should be free from passion, unmoved by joy or grief, and submit without complaint to unavoidable necessity. If its funny…laugh, cry if I sadden you, and if I anger you…SUE me. Do I want to protect my domain with a certain ‘disclaimer’? The answer is…FUCK IT!! Where and when the writing is marred by expletives, it may be vulgar to you but just a freedom of speech to me. Where and when a viewable material becomes offensive, it may be porno to you BUT it’s tasteful art to me. That this is a chamber of my own commerce; I am the merchant of my own faculty of thought per se. For instant, one would wonder and can’t help but to be curious… “Mouth2Mouth & Lips INC.” Why??? I don’t have to explain if I don’t want to. Sometimes not every question deserves an answer…but this instant I will bother to explain. “Mouth2Mouth & Lips INC.” ..WHY if you ask me, my explanation is WHY NOT? If this suffices, then long may you live stupid.
“Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don’t matter and those who matter don’t mind” – SirCumALot
A great depth of gratitude to the woman behind this man, the love of my life, the queen of my heart, the beacon of my hope, my one, my only Ziehan. For making this possible, I will take you on a tour to my magical journey; and I will bleed this space with love and only your love to die for.
Hence my journey begins….
As best as I could and as much as I can, I shall endeavor to detach myself from that image that I was once so revered for. But for the joy of writing, I am who I am. That I am HIM, what is…is!! I am one who do not share the school of philosophy founded by Zeno, who taught that people should be free from passion, unmoved by joy or grief, and submit without complaint to unavoidable necessity. If its funny…laugh, cry if I sadden you, and if I anger you…SUE me. Do I want to protect my domain with a certain ‘disclaimer’? The answer is…FUCK IT!! Where and when the writing is marred by expletives, it may be vulgar to you but just a freedom of speech to me. Where and when a viewable material becomes offensive, it may be porno to you BUT it’s tasteful art to me. That this is a chamber of my own commerce; I am the merchant of my own faculty of thought per se. For instant, one would wonder and can’t help but to be curious… “Mouth2Mouth & Lips INC.” Why??? I don’t have to explain if I don’t want to. Sometimes not every question deserves an answer…but this instant I will bother to explain. “Mouth2Mouth & Lips INC.” ..WHY if you ask me, my explanation is WHY NOT? If this suffices, then long may you live stupid.
“Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don’t matter and those who matter don’t mind” – SirCumALot
A great depth of gratitude to the woman behind this man, the love of my life, the queen of my heart, the beacon of my hope, my one, my only Ziehan. For making this possible, I will take you on a tour to my magical journey; and I will bleed this space with love and only your love to die for.
Hence my journey begins….
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