“It is not the critic who counts, not the man who points out how the strong man stumbled, or where the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs and comes short again and again, who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, and spends himself in a worthy cause; who at best, knows the triumph of high achievement; and who, at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat.” – Theodore Roosevelt - April 23 1910.

So you think you have had your fair share of your fair say. Now allow me to have mine. Whether or not it’s a fair share of your say or a fair share of mine; like you, I will play this to the gallery. So let’s play this to the amusement and entertainment of those that play in your playground as well as mine. Since it suits you fine, what’s good for the goose is good for the gander then – albeit this will not add inches to my dick nor will it inflate the size of my balls.

I warned you against putting yourself on a collision course with me or you might expose one too many dirt of your own and self inflict upon your pathetic life the pitfall of your excessive pride and suffer the peril of your own doing. Now that you elect to raise the level of our confrontation, the pleasure to entertain my audiences will be as much mine as it has been yours. This moment henceforth, whatever two pence worth you give, you’ll get two pence back what you’re worth. In all its fairness, I called it ‘quid pro quo’. You want to go for the jugular; I am more than elated to indulge you. I don’t fucking care if no one comes out of this smelling like roses, not the least you, who are hidebound by character.

Now let’s go back to my entry ref “Taking An ONDE At My OWNDAY” dated 20th November 2006. That entry was motivated by the need to address those spineless pussies who hide behind their keyboards and then deem right upon themselves to pass disparaging comments – you included. And when you are torn between your guilt and that oversize ego of yours, you tagged me with such flagrant audacity as if I owe you an answer to your so-called ‘intelligent question’ - never mind that I didn’t know who the fuck you are!! And then now, you have the propensity to blabber like you are an innocent victim of an unforgiving institution.

I may be a good friend to ‘Bruce Almighty’ but I don’t recall being empowered with the divine office to canonize anyone as ‘SAINT’. While it’s true that I wrote “But if you chose to trample upon the rights of others to feel and express themselves in a space that doesn’t even belongs to you, I don’t care if you are Mother Theresa, be that you are married to St. Peter, St. Paul, St. Luke or St. JOHN, just don’t expect me to exercise restraint”, one does not need to be intellectually gifted to know what a figure of speech is all about. If JOHN is a Saint by an implicit insinuation according to your fuck up context, then why are you not Mother Theresa? Having said that, don’t ever attempt to paraphrase my manuscript out of its context – you do not have the intelligence for that. Talking about which, I know as a matter of fact that JOHN is indeed a saint, and so is George and so is Paul. If it is within my authority, I might as well make Ringo a saint too. GET IT??

And then you also want the world to know THE REAL LIAR I AM…. Well you didn’t try hard enough. BUT the world certainly knows now what a BLOODY FOOL you are. Especially now that you have a newly found friend, the two of you after all made perfect bedfellows. You could not have asked for more. Only IDIOT begets IDIOT; and between the two of you, I am not the least surprise if you all share a combine IQ just enough to play ‘scissors, paper, stone’. For all I care, you can choose to dance with that wolf (your newly found friend) and feed your dogs, OR feed the wolf and dance with your dogs. While you were pontificating to prove a point, you also talked about Cat Steven and all your dogs in a same breath. Cat and dogs… you are not running for a high office in SPCA are you?

We all know that your parents are a wonderful people and Ziehan and I have tremendous respects for them. Fuck you if you choose not to believe that. Just because they are staying under your roof, that doesn’t necessarily qualify you as the sole provider of their ‘comfortable life’. By the way, what exactly is your definition of a ‘comfortable life’? Is it the comfort of a roof above their heads that you are providing them with in your ‘concrete cubicle’; or the convenience that they are providing you with to cater to all your needs? Were you not taught that what you give with your right hand, the left hand should not know? Unless of course if you want to give yourself a slap in the face with one hand, you might as well tell the other hand to do the same; and for your own good measures, you might like to tell your leg to kick you in the ass too.

I am a simple man who doesn’t waste time wondering 'what could have been', knowing I am 'what could have been' and 'could not have been'. I live on both sides of the fence where my grass is always green. These spaces have parameters you know…. it’s called "The Thin Red Line". Now let me tell you what I have, and what I don’t have.

I have emails to expose you as a hypocrite. Those mails that you talked about some of your own relatives - remember? I don’t have respect for you; BUT I have enough sanity within me to prevent both Ziehan and myself from wanting to do that.

I have enough to document you as a pathetic loser. I don’t have respect for you still; BUT I have enough compassion to spare you from shame and embarrassment.

I have patience; BUT I don’t have tolerance for STUPIDITY.

Now back to ‘The Thin Red Line’. If you are not familiar with ‘Lex Talionis’, it’s simply ‘The Law Of Retaliation’ in English. Like I said before, whatever two pence worth you give, you’ll get two pence back what you’re worth. And if you elect to thread upon the limit of my demarcation, you will suffer an irreparable impact of your indiscretion.

Life is all about choices. I wouldn’t run to your mum if I were you. She might fall sick and then like you always did, you will conveniently blame it on Ziehan. Before you allow yourself to be immersed by your egotistical appetite, just remember that I am not asking for much here. If you could humble yourself to Ziehan in any manner that you deem fit, I will not pursue my promise of retaliation.

I owe you no apology just yet; but if I had offended John, you only have yourself to be blamed. Nonetheless, please convey my apology to him. I meant him no disrespect – and you know that.

There is an oasis of joy and a fountain of happiness within us all: it is in our mind, our hearts, the tenderness we bring to our lives and the lives of people we love. When we learn to tap this source, we will truly have defeated rage and fury.

It remains my wish now that you don’t fuck up the options before you, OR you will have none whatsoever to feel sorry for in the near future.