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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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