I am HIM

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.

Hometown : The Sweet Fragrant Meadows of Ezie Jazz
Interest : "Sex In The City" with "Desperate Housewives"

"Eternity is not our divine right, Work like you don't need the money.Love like you have never been hurt before. Dance like nobody is watching. Sing like nobody is listening, And live like there is no tomorrow...Down to terrorism, Damn the bastards, Peace for all and ZIE for ME..."
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Friday, December 22, 2006

[::..If it ain't in mine, then 'UPYOURASS'..::]

It's like walking into a dark room and turning on the lights only to realize the room was always there. It was either forgotten or forbidden. Inside this room are the bits and pieces of your past and present. Some are in neat piles while others have just been randomly tossed inside. It becomes a matter of deciding where to start your search.

My search started years ago when trying to find myself. A series of events triggered the need to know more about myself and the world and how I fit into the bigger picture of life. Along the path I met up with a few demons that decided to stick along for the ride. It wasn't until recently I had the revelation possibly brought on by a guardian angel (Bruce) I assuredly assumed long ago had abandoned me. He was always there but I chose to listen to my demons.

If you've never wrestled with a demon you don't realize how clever and comforting they can be. They can schmooze even the best of us because they know our weaknesses. When you feel alone in the world they are there to tell you it's okay because they are there and you don't need anyone else. It was the others who led you into despair in the first place.

They have names, these demons.
Guilt, the one that makes sure you believe that you have done everything wrong and are the source of other's pain.

Abandonment, the one that lets you know that others will leave you when you need them and he will be the only one to stay.

Fear, the one that makes sure you don't exceed in the pursuit of happiness.

Anger, she's the one that helps Repression and Hopelessness like a pack of adolescent girls that look for a victim.

Apathy, who makes sure you stop caring, he also hangs out with Hopelessness.

Paranoia, is a goddess in her own right but the rest of the group can easily egg her on. Paranoia shacked up with Self Esteem and they gave birth to Self Loathing.

It's a tight knit community that resides within you.

On the outskirts the lesser angels try their best to instill some sense of balance. Joy has made it across the border a few times but was escorted out. Wit has a good relationship with Sarcasm and can freely move between the lines. Fortitude tries desperately to converse with Hopelessness while Forgiveness battles daily with Atonement.

It was only recently when I found that room and stumbled inside. I was taken aback by its contents. Histories stacked high and labeled with the reminders of past memories both good and bad. Slips of memories with abstruse bits of information lay here and there waiting to offer a small clue. I consolidated myself and started to piece together the puzzle that became my life.

The metaphor of the hidden room was the best analogy I could come up with, one that could possibly be the most viable to relate to by other friends and relatives suffering from bruise, lost and loose identity. You see, sometimes it takes a slap from reality to make you wake up and remember that you are alive. That slap came in the form of a betrayal of trust while Ziehan and I were both cruising in our quest for happiness. I was faced with the reality that I am a victim. An admission that is still hard to justify but must be dealt with if I'm ever going to heal my heart and soul.

I am puzzled. Where's the anger, tears and blood I expected to see? The anger is probably there but the tears I won't share, they are mine and mine alone; and it shall remain our unexpressed grief. We must finally admit we are not to blame, there is no shame, we are stronger than we think and our self-imposed prison can be boarded up and left vacant.

Revelation leads to confession and admission. It is the forbearance to rationally and realistically take control of your life and establish livable goals. How does one do that when they've lost their identity?

I really couldn't do anything right - could I? I still can't. I don't need to be yelled at or scolded, I need to be talked to and understood. I need to be allowed my opinions and beliefs and thoughts.

It is okay to brag about your love, your life, your joy and your happiness once in a while, it's not putting on airs or showing off. It's a matter of being proud of accomplishment no matter how small. Maybe if my drawings were hung on the fridge or the wall I may have not become so critical of my art and myself.

I'm not doing something stupidly and if I make a mistake it's mine to make and learn from.

I don't believe hypocrisy has the solemn rights to God.

I don't need to feel bad that I don't get along with hypocrites; you are an absent relative and I do not have to reconcile with pretentious friend too.

I don't think I can ever be 'normal' because I don't know what it is, I can be non-conformist and be happy with that.

I will amount to something but for myself and not others.

I choose to appear cool and indifferent, check my feelings at the door and pretend I don't care at times because when you open yourself up, the ones who manipulate and prey on weakness easily can victimize you.

I hate labels and people who feel the need to decide how others should live their lives when they are just as messed up.

I hate being told that trying to find happiness for myself is selfish because others depend on me.

I'm tired of hurting physically, spiritually but mostly emotionally. It's exhausting.

There!! I got a few things out and released into the vast openness of the universe. Whose ears they fall upon really doesn't matter because they are free. They are out of me now.

I didn't have the worst childhood. I had fun and did kid things but I spent the first 16 years having to become an adult at some point. I may have a few dirty indulgence without feeling guilty especially in my own home. I know smoking is bad but I'll quit when I'm damn well ready.

I know now that I'm not insane, as I've suspected. Yes, I suffer from frustration but that too will be controlled and maybe even conquered. I will take small steps and overcome the demons. Some will be difficult but the others already seem smaller and weaker. I will ask for help when I need it and not feel like I have all the world's problems at my feet waiting to be solved by me.

I will establish my own personal bill of rights. I will design my own flag and wave it proudly. I will go to battle and not be taken prisoner again because my eyes are open and I have magical super powers that will defeat my enemy.

I am incorruptible.

I am strong.

I am resolute.

I am happy.

I am worthy.

I am compassionate.

I am a good husband.

I am a good son.

I am a good person.

I am.

All Work and No Play Will Make Jazz A Dull Boy - 9:52:00 PM


Wednesday, December 20, 2006

[::..Color 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. In this regard, 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 and die. 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 all 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 it's hard for you to comprehend the context of this sentence, all you need to do is ‘semak 2’ your mailbox, refer to the email that you sent to Klaz dated 17 Aug 2006, where with a 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. In the word of Oscar Wide “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 does 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, because “YOU ASK FOR IT”.

All Work and No Play Will Make Jazz A Dull Boy - 4:33:00 AM


Sunday, December 10, 2006

[::..MONO-POLY-Gamy (The New Game)..::]

MONO-POLY-GAMY is a game designed to help those with an inquisitive mind to stay relevant to the issues revolving around Jack and his Mistresses Of The Seven Seas. The game is not without its objective. The ideal of the plot is to play for the spoils of the points. All can play the game; but only one to win. You may be disappointed if you fail, but you are doomed if you don’t try. This game was specifically designed to bring to your system - cost-free. You only need to have two dice and a functional brain. If you are a great believer in luck, you will find that the harder you try, the more you will have of it. If at first you don’t succeed, try and try again. Then quit. No sense in being a damn fool in trying to win a game that you cannot rule.

About MONO-POLY-GAMY:

Jack Of The Seven Seas (herein refers to as Capt. Jack Sparrow) is the infamous Buccaneer who preyed the Seven Seas with such a predatory instinct during the early millennium era. His reign of terror soon found an ally in the form of a holy alliance with ‘Mary Of Romania’ (herein affectionately known as Mary Jazz) and ‘Ziehan Of The Caribbean’ (herein affectionately known as EZie Jazz). Between them they share an unequivocal vow of loyalty to preserve and to protect the sovereignty of their ‘Union’. Sworn to secrecy, both ‘Mary Of Romania’ and ‘Ziehan Of The Caribbean’ are the keepers of his faith and hold the keys to “The Secret Of The Black Pearl” and “The Dead Man’s Chest” respectively.

For the love of his Mistresses Of The Seven Seas, Capt. Jack suffers no fools and refuses to be taken prisoner by the jury of public opinion and the noisy convention of discontent. Capt. Jack rules his kingdoms and territories by proxies. He lives happy and loves unselfishly within the wilderness of the Seven Seas whether or not he ever sets foot in it. The wilderness where he seeks refuge even though he may never need to go there… He needs the possibility of escape as surely as he needs hope. Why wilderness? Because he likes the taste of freedom; because he likes the smell of danger. His only regret is that he has but one life to lose for two women.

A tide begins to surge beneath the calm surface of the ground that he walks on. The world soon hastens him toward he know not what, viewing him with contempt. Jack being Jack, he holds his nerve by a simple mantra… that he is “Jack of all trade; master of his own fate”.

In this game, Capt. Jack Sparrow will play for the spoils of the points. He will attempt to build a firm foundation from the bricks that others throw at him. This game of wills and wits both start out the same way. It may not necessarily be about winning; but practice makes perfect. The more you sweat in practice, the less you bleed in battle. Just play the game as you deem fit and fun, but do observe the first rule of holes: when you’re in one, stop digging.

System Requirement:

A fully functional brain, two dice and a ‘Window ME’.

Who Can Play The Game:

Sisters, uncles, aunties, cousins, cousin in-law, police officers, friends, in-laws, outlaws, all the king’s horses and all the king’s men.

The game can be played at any time of your convenience until such time I cease the operation of this website or until such time that you drop dead. Whichever comes first.

Board Configuration:

The game is played on an imaginary board of four equal sides. By 4-equal sides it means that the board is made up of a square – NOT circular, NOT rectangular, NOT triangular either. Just a square and nothing but a square…get it??

The dimension of the board varies according to the size of your own ego. It can be as small as any concrete cubicle that many of us live in, or as big as Jupiter - whatsoever you desire.

There are only two playable sides of the board. Now these playable sides are called ‘The Axis Of Evils’. Each side of this axis has its own battleground. Players can chose to launch or plot an invasion of privacy from either side of 'The Axis Of Evils'. Each side of this axis is known as:-

1. “Whose Line Is It Anyway”
2. “Chain Of Fools”

The non-playable sides are the so-called kingdoms that Capt. Jack rules by proxies. Herein will be referred to as “The Scent and Sensibilities Of Mary Jazz” and “The Sweet Fragrant Meadows Of EZie Jazz”. The sovereign right to which belongs to ‘Mary Of Romania’ and ‘Ziehan Of The Caribbean’ respectively.

The ‘Axis Of Evils’ must coordinate a position that is adjacent to each other by a 90deg angle. Once you have established this coordinated position, the rest of the board shall belong to ‘Mary Of Romania’ and ‘Ziehan Of The Caribbean’ and remain non-playable unless otherwise required by the rules of the game.

Central to the game, players must also play for the control of the center of the board where ‘The Sevens Seas’ are located. Dominion of which belongs to Capt. Jack Sparrow also known as “Jack Of The Seven Seas”. With only Capt. Jack to play against, it is imperative that players remember the name of all the seven seas. They are namely:-

1. SEA no evil, speak no evil.
2. SEA no touch.
3. SEAshell SEAshell at the SEA saw.
4. SEA so low at SEA lo soh.
5. SEA mie tai chi.
6. SEA buay siong.
7. lu kong SEA mie

The board also consists of four hemispheres located at the four corners of it. These hemispheres are known as :-

1. GO - This game of wills and wits both start out the same way. At every turn of this corner of the board players qualify for themselves 200 points.

2. DOMINION Of The Republic Of MOTHERland – This is about the only corner of the playable board that players can rule to dominate and manipulate.

3. THE PIRATE’S DUNGEON (also known as The Concrete Cubicle) – Players must play to avoid incarceration. If you are condemned by some strokes of misfortunes, you will eat, shit and die in here.

4. ROT OF THE LINKS – Do not confuse ROT OF THE LINKS with “Lord Of The Rings”. In the latter, the plot is for heroics. This corner of the board however will house all of the rotten links of the two “Axis Of Evils”. Herein they will be referred to as “Resident Evil”. In here, you will eat, shit, die and burn in hell.

The Objective Of The Game:

Other than the spoils of the points, the wills and wits of the game is to play PIRACY versus consPIRACY. Capt. Jack will play for PIRACY and leave the business of consPIRACY to the open board. You will have to notice that the difference that separates these two words is the word ‘cons’. In this game you will have to be as proud a conmen or conwomen as Jack will be as a pirate. The similarity between these nouns does not represent a similar meaning though. You do not call one who conspires a ‘conspirate’ – Do you?


Rules Of The Game will feature in the next entry.

To Be Continued….

All Work and No Play Will Make Jazz A Dull Boy - 12:48:00 AM


Monday, December 04, 2006

[::.."Shape Of My Heart"..::]

Continue from "Under Your Tree I Sit..." (20th October 2006)...

For it was not into my ear she whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips she kissed, but my soul. The moment you have in your heart this extraordinary thing called love and feel the depth, the delight, the ecstasy of it, you will discover that for you the world is transformed. Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength; loving someone deeply gives you courage. Only then will you discover as you look back upon your life that the moments when you have truly lived are the moments when you have done things in the spirit of love. And if only there were in the world today any large number of people who desired their own happiness more than they desired the unhappiness of others, we could have a paradise right here, right now.

I don’t keep my love for Ziehan a secret - marriage maybe. There are no secrets better kept than the secrets that everybody guesses. To them that you tell your secret you resign your liberty. If we all believe in the freedom of right, then these rights are as much ours as it is yours, or any other men on the street, or any other women on my bed. People demand freedom of expression as a compensation for the freedom of thought, which they seldom use. One of the most important-and most neglected-elements in the beginning of the interior life is the ability to respond to reality, to see the value and the beauty in ordinary things, to come alive to the splendor of love that is all around us.

Our brightest blazes of happiness and joy are commonly kindled by unexpected sparks. No matter how sedentary a life one may live, love can persuade its course deep within the hollow chamber of one’s heart. When Ziehan found her way in mine, I allowed her warmth to illuminate my life and engulf my spirit. We have since discovered that we have enough chemistry between us to combust an eternal flame; and the energy from which has a way of pushing out the real soreness of feeling betrayed to the rugged realities of the world and some of the closest people around us. Being our own torchbearer, it seemed to be a handy response to dodge the tough things for which there are no simple or comforting answers. Our faith acknowledges that no two people think, believe, feel, or encounter life in the same way. Those who are disciplined, for whatever reason, to conform to a single commonly held creed seek their own truthful ways to live and love. We give our approval and seek acceptance because it is validating. It frees us to become our best selves. It is our very differences that make it necessary to practice acceptance toward one another.

Twenty-seven years are long enough a time to wait. And we will continue to wait with such obedience to GOD. Whatever it is that we are waiting for - peace of mind, contentment, grace, the inner awareness of simple abundance - it will surely come to us, and when it reaches out for us, we are ready to receive it with an open and grateful heart. With each passing day, I didn't lose hope. I fought to have more. In the meantime, we shall never pawn the ownership of our happiness to the mercy and whims of those who cannot find patronage to our course. We refused to be fashioned by the network of opinions of a small-complicated and confused society whose sole intent is to reduce us to nothing better than a flock of timid souls, of which they will become our shepherd. Ziehan and I would rather die on our feet than to live on our knees!

Just last week I received a letter from The High Council of The Higher Kingdom. Bruce and I share a paradoxical view in regard to the secret of a good marriage: That all good marriage is a secret – That’s the secret. And like I said before, I don’t keep my love for Ziehan a secret - marriage maybe. There are no secrets better kept than the secrets that everybody guesses. And if your guess is as good as mine, I guess my marriage is better than yours. Why not??


To Be Continued….

All Work and No Play Will Make Jazz A Dull Boy - 3:34:00 PM