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..."
EZ Jazz




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Tuesday, April 24, 2007

[::..Klaz On Carousel..::]

We inherited from our past gifts so often taken for granted… Each of us contained within… this inheritance of histories. We were linked between ages, containing past and present, sacred memories and future promise.

What greater thing is there for us than to feel that we are joined... to strengthen each other... to be one with each other - be it in silent unspeakable memories or in a noisy reunion. No matter how long we exist, we have our memories. These were points in time which time itself cannot erase. Some pockets of memories may distort our backward glances, but even to pain and suffering, some memories will yield nothing of their beauty or their splendor. Rather they remain as hard as gems.

More than any other time in history, we face a crossroads. While one path may lead to despair and utter hopelessness, the other probably might lead to destiny or even total extinction. But if we limit our choices only to what seems possible or probable, we will only disconnect ourselves from what we truly want, and all that is left is a compromise. One thing is clear to me, when there is a need where the needs be, or where there is need when the needs be, WE NEED. It is not just about the wisdom of choices. Sometime we need to take that leap of faith. We need friends, we need trusts – we need to trust our friends. Twenty-seven years were too long a recess; with a sense of belief, we do not have to suffer the psychological toll from the quantum leap.

Nothing to me is more distasteful than that entire satisfaction which beamed in the countenances of some methodical liars whom for their own intents, weaved a tangled web of deceit; hell bent on harvesting their very own brand of virus and to construct Klaz ’78 road to perdition. Surely, these individuals lack the general civic on how to live effectively and harmoniously with themselves and others. This I believe is an unfortunate outcome of moral deficiency. The absence of conscience clearly place little or no emphasis or value on providing a person with the worthy course to live a life of personal fulfillment, contribution and self-actualization. And these could be the very same people who spent half their life trying to find something to do with the time they have rushed through life trying to save; yet with all that time they saved, they bore themselves with no life to live.

No one has to bleed for Klaz ’78. However, on the afternoon of the 31st March 2007, I defied odds and pains and all the physical strain just to be at the Terrace @Carousel. I found myself with 60 special reasons to take a leave of absence from the confine of my hospital bed – FRIENDS. I simply cannot resist the opportunity to integrate with the long lost remnants of my Jurassic past. With the fondest of memories, we trusted each other with the secrets of our growing pain yet knowing that none will retail our rights, our life to the world.

It takes more than nuts and bolts to build a bridge. With the 60 special reasons, the High-Tea @Carousel helped formed a bridge between body and mind, equipped with a springboard from which we can leap to new realms of experience lying outside our limited state of consciousness. Men whose life begin at forty; and women with mid-life crisis, unreservedly embarked the platform and re-lived that moments of their past among friends because the integral part of their life are there.

Life is something that everyone should try at least once in a lifetime. There is no life after death because we don’t believe in reincarnation. So why not have a life before death instead of trying for some time to develop a lifestyle that doesn’t require your presence. You seem to have made more friends in two years by becoming interested in other peoples’ life than you have in twenty-seven years just trying to get other people interested in yours.

Without a sense of belief on how to make wise choices in one’s life, the chances are very slim anyone will make them. I would rather have a mind opened by belief than one closed by wonder. Nothing so fortifies a friendship as a belief on our part that all friends are equal; when we are opened by this belief, we do not have to wonder why. The passage of time has more than 60 special reasons for you to ride along. You became persona non grata in Klaz ’78 only by your own choice of a self-imposed exile. At Carousel, you could have been the 61 special reasons among us. If you can’t change your fate, change your attitude. The art of being yourself at your best is the art of unfolding your personality into the person you want to be. Be gentle with yourself, learn to love yourself, to forgive yourself, for only as we have the right attitude toward ourselves can we have the right attitude and respect toward others.

That day on the 31st March 2007 at The Terrace @Carousel, for all the wonderful memories and that of all its blessings, I owe a deep depth of gratitude to The High Council Of The High-Tea.

Sekalung Budi khusus untuk:

Saharimah (The Chairperson)
Ziehan Jazz (Administrator/Treasurer and The Love Of My Life)
Liza Moes (Project Promoter/Public Relation)
Zubaidah (Project Coordinator)
Norliza (Project Coordinator)
Zainudin (Project Coordinator)
Hasman (Project Coordinator)
Muzain (Project Coordinator)


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