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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Sunday, June 10, 2007

[::..DUMB-Be-YOU-Be-DUMB..::]

It is hard to imagine a more stupid or more dangerous way of making comments than by putting those comments in the hand of a person who pays no price for being wrong. You need only to reflect that one of the best ways to get yourself a reputation as an Idiot these days is to go about repeating the very phrases that your parents might have used in the struggle to raise you up.

Impudence does not spring merely from one bad quality, but from several – from foolish vanity, from ignorance of what is due to others, from stupidity, from contempt of others, and from jealousy. Talking about which, jealousy is often used as if it were synonymous with envy. It might well be in your case. Jealousy is predominantly a concern with the fear of loss of something one possesses, while envy with the wish to own something another possesses. They are both indeed a poor medium to secure honor, but it is a secure medium to destroy one’s self-respect. For jealous and envious people, like a bloody fools, they have the natural ability to stoop to the lowest level and in the end inspire only disgust and loathing.

Let me tell you the kind of writer I am. When I write, I take comprehensive views, hold large convictions, and make wide generalizations. To local standards of right and wrong, I concerned myself only with general expediency and I do not waste time focusing on your fixed moral principals that aren’t yet before the court of your own conscience. In this space, I am free of all doctrines, theories, etiquettes and sick politics – but that does not make me a snake worshipper. I own an ever-present consciousness that this is a world of fools and rogues, blind with stupidity, tormented with envy, consumed with vanity, jealousy, selfish, false, cruel, cursed with illusions, and frothing mad people. Happiness discloses itself to me as the end and purpose justifies, and my life and my loves are the only means to my happiness.

It remains my opinion that the phase that retards the growth of your intelligence may well be that in which you refuse to accept or to submit to anything that you do not or cannot rationally understand. It may indeed prove to be far the most difficult and not the least important task for you to reason rationally to comprehend the limitation of your own stupidity. Clearly, you lack the intelligence to comprehend my writing in here. But at half past six, I made more sense with my English than you could ever be a Malay at “quarter past three.” If I were you, I wouldn’t pride myself with being a “TIGA SUKU” – or Would You??

Ziehan and I, we are done pretending like we do not know who the fuck you are. No longer are we going to play ‘A PENIS For Your Thought’ or a penny for mine. Take your coupon for whatever it’s worth and enjoy your family circus elsewhere. In the meantime, send our warmest regards to all the relatives.


Dumb-Be-Do-Dumb-Be-Dumb,
Dumb-Be-Do-Be-Dumb,
You ain’t as smart as ‘Forest Gump’
Then DUMBER you become.

Dumb-Be-YOU-Dumb-Be-Dumb,
Dumb-Be-YOU-Be-Dumb,
I can’t change that what I can’t fix,
Coz I’m simply Half Past Six!!


All Work and No Play Will Make Jazz A Dull Boy - 8:41:00 PM


Thursday, June 07, 2007

[::..DUMB-Be-Do-Be-DUMB..::]

I am very patient with stupidity but not with those who are proud of it. Of course everyone is entitled to be stupid, but some abuse the privilege. Strange as it seems, sometimes no amount of learning can cure stupidity, and higher education, more often than not, positively fortifies it.

Yesterday, I was so close into believing an Idiot who thinks that I have no balls. I literally had myself checked only to find that I have two good ones – one smaller than his head, the other bigger than his brain…PHEW!

Let us sample this Idiot’s stupidity and grant him or her that momentary fame that he or she richly deserves. In one of the comment, I was told, “only a coward hides behind his blog…because he has no balls to come face to face.”

Of course any fool can criticize, condemn, and complain – as I know most fools do. But when one comes into a blog that is solely mine in proprietorship, and then tags a comment behind an anonymous identity, there is no need to compare the size of our balls. Your comments came unsought; it also lacked propriety to justify your intrusion. So until such time you find for yourself bigger balls to play with, you are just a nameless man with gameless plan. Like I said before, I know that I have two good balls – one smaller than your head, the other bigger than your brain.

I also happen to know that your stupidity is no accident – it’s either congenital or probably hereditary. And I am beginning to wonder - If there are no stupid questions, then what kind of questions do stupid people ask? You don’t get smart just in time to ask question, do you? Surely you can understand my confusion. Other than knowing for a fact that you are really really stupid, I can’t possibly come face to face not knowing who the fuck you are – make sense to you? One man alone can be pretty dumb sometimes, but for a real bona-fide stupidity, there ain’t nothing I can do to beat you in that department.

I thoroughly disapprove of duels. If a man should challenge me, I would take him kindly by the hand and lead him to a quiet place and smack his head with my keyboard. It doesn’t require any particular bravery to fake a challenge like a boneless chicken. If you want to be a hero among men, go chase a rainbow and color it purple.

In the meantime, I will continue to do what I feel in my heart to be right. You can shame yourself in here if you want to. I will try to spare fool like you who hasn’t said enough, the last words. You’ll be damned if you do, I’ll be damned if you don’t. Sticks and stones may break my bone but words can’t hurt me. I will bleed this space with what I think because I am a WRITER, I will fight against any challenge because I am a FIGHTER and you should try to live happy to be a good LIVER. The next time, before you criticize someone, you should walk a mile in their shoes. That way, when you criticize them, you are a mile away from them, and you have their shoes. Thank you for sending me copies of your comment. I’ll waste no time reading it.

All Work and No Play Will Make Jazz A Dull Boy - 3:38:00 PM


Monday, June 04, 2007

[::..TAHLIL Untuk Si Tolol..::]

The wisest is she that knows only that she knows nothing. You should make your criticism public to Klaz as far as our recent majlis TAHLIL is concerned. I loathe coward. You tried to articulate your dakwah on our recent initiative; yet hiding behind the selected few that you sent your email to. I have always thought that ignorance is bliss; but I have found it advisable now to expose your moral impurity.

You are just an old fool troubled with morbid little ideas, isolated by your own choice and damned by your own follies. You assume that your religious faith and creed are founded only upon your reason, when they are actually made for they who believe, over which, you really have little knowledge. Hence my question is: where on earth did you get your education?

Perhaps your supercilious disgust with Klaz is a cover for a disgust with yourself; you have botched and bungled your life, and when misery seeks company, you choose your friends among those without providence and without the tongues to speak up against you. Where and when you fail to assert your insidious influence, you cast the blame upon the ‘environment’ or the ‘world’ or anyone that breathes happy. Clearly you have failed miserably with your sordid adventure to disintegrate Klaz.

I must admit though that I am flattered by the fact that you took initiative to respond to my entry ref: Klaz@Carousel. Whether or not you made sense, let us be the judge of it all. Let us for a moment assumes that you are stupid. Other than saying that you would deny me that happiness to be in your presence, you also wrote to remind me that there are lives after death. And in your own way, you brought a touch of class to stupidity when you rebuked me with your comment "Jangan main hembus ajer bila tulis tuu... Lebih baik kau cepat cepat memperbaiki akidah, jangan keliru dan songsang. Agaknya kawan-kawan kau yang lain lupa nak sampaikan pada kau eehh??!!"

As sure as I am that you are stupid; I am now convinced that you are also a bloody fool. Reference to my entry, did I not write “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.” There is a difference between reincarnation and resurrection you IDIOT! Supposed you were a monkey donkey in another life, your soul then return to live another life in a new body; your cyclical reappearance in a new form, in some system of belief, is known as reincarnation. As a practicing Muslim, were we not taught to believe in resurrection instead? Resurrection is not life after death. On the contrary, it is the Day of Judgment. On this day, when you are brought back to life, you don’t have a life to live MORON!! Because then, you don’t get to blog rubbish, you don’t get to interfere in other people’s lives, you don’t get to pick and choose your ‘committee’ and most of all, you don’t get to DISINTEGRATE anything. And when kingdom comes, you pay for the price of your sins. Most get to heaven, some burn in hell, but none gets to live again as donkey…GET IT!!!

So you said that you have made the right choice. And in your own words you wrote, “Let me remind you that my live does not evolved around Klaz78. Why? It bother you is it? That I have made more friends here? Than in Klaz78? Why don’t you just admit it! Your life is incomplete without me. I am not missing anything when I don’t integrate with you. Don’t you think we should be choosey whom we pick as friends? Trust me. I have made a right choice.”

Klaz 78 is a beautiful world, rain or shine, and there is more to life than to wonder about your process of evolution. I have strong reason to believe that whatever this choice may be, no one in Klaz actually gives a fuck DAMN!! Klaz 78 is a great community, and it wasn’t made so by the ills of your character. We all have a sacred duty to bequeath it to our future in better shape than however we found it. You should be more concerned with your character than those friends that you chose and picked, because your character is who you are, while your ‘committees’ are those friends who already knew what you really are.

I always make it my habit to choose my friends by their character and my socks by their colour. Choosing my socks by their character makes no sense, and choosing my friends by their color is unthinkable, unless she is a filthy purple. You can talk your talk or walk your walk, but I should like you to remember a fixed principle that shines through all the history of humanity. That mere bigness is not greatness; and there is no dignity, no nobleness in mere size. This being said, you might want to seek professional consultation to reduce the size of that head on your shoulder.

This is my space, this is my playground and you are damn right of my liberty to operate an opinion in here. You can trust me to reveal everything about you in installment. Just you beware the fury of a patient man or I will unleash myself from any form of restraint. Actions have consequences…first rule of life. And the second is this – you are the only one responsible for your own actions. Study the situation thoroughly, go over in your imagination the various courses of action possible to you and the ramifications that of which can and may follow from each course. Pick out the course that gives you the most satisfaction; and then I challenge you to test my resolve. This is my first installment and in here, I guarantee you free airtime.


All Work and No Play Will Make Jazz A Dull Boy - 7:29:00 AM