Archive for November, 2005

Righfully wronged…

Sunday, November 20th, 2005

4184205843893l Thank God I found you
I was lost without you
My every wish and every dream
Somehow became reality
When you brought the sunlight
Completed my whole life
I’m overwhelmed with gratitude
Cause baby I’m so thankful
I found you
- Thank God I Found You

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I am so humbled in the face of all things LOVE.

Ingredients to make a perfect day:

  • Rainy weather
  • No umbrellas
  • Hot Tea
  • Hot Food
  • A walk to remember
  • Clorets
  • Mentos Chewies
  • Sampoerna
  • MacDonalds
  • Bunned hair with chopsticks
  • Toilets
  • Breezes
  • Rolling waves
  • Nonsensical convy
  • Eyes
  • Smiles
  • No watches
  • Late night suppers
  • Doorsteps
  • …Nicest things in Life come in the simplest ways

The reason why I love lists…is because most of the time,it serves as a stimulant to the wild imagination of people.I have imaginative and loving people in my Life.Let them draw their own conclusions.~winks~

My last few blog entries had been rightfully described as self indulgent.Too full of myself.To a certain extent…maybe you are right.My rather compulsive obsessive disorder of trying to be full of myself is detrimental sometimes.I learned something about simple humility yesterday.In a small big way…thank you.There has been too many,dear souls,who had been telling me that I am perhaps losing a bit of that humility.The conclusive note to that observation was nailed yesterday.Yes…I have not lost that part of myself.Still there.Just hidden amidst the temporary success in Life.

Mental note: Earn the Trust Hijazi.No one ever has that privilige.Work at it.

Sethcohen13_1 I am trying to play the melodies in Life in the best way possible.I am not confessing that I am a great intrumentalist,but I am trying.Gimme time,and I’ll play a beautiful song just for you.

Notes from November:

  • read dis…Love-o-scope…aaah true luv comes at last.Be patient n u’ll get all e affectn n action u need from 1 impressive guy!Leadg ur frens into spontaneous craziness will bring hot result.
  • 1 thing abt seth is dat he hasnt got any ego balloon waitg to b burst.Dat’s Jaz’s flaw.Reality sucks.Deal with it man.

~laughs~One always needs a stabilizer.

~Thank you for the Touch Rugby jersey.Wore it to sleep.Cool and comfy.~

Can I dance?

I realised a sudden affection for taxi drivers.I’ll relate the chilly tales soon…

ps: Felt like I was in a bubble…oblivious to the surroundings.

Pick Up Line Supremo…

Friday, November 18th, 2005

I would give you everything
There’s nothing in this world I wouldn’t do
To ensure your happiness
I’ll cherish every part of you
Because without you beside me I can’t survive
I don’t wanna try
If you’re keeping me warm each and every night
I’ll be all right
Cause I need you in my life
- Thank God I Found You (Mariah Carey feat Joe and 98 Degrees)

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It has been a good week to say the least.Well,any week that has a soccer session in it,is a fantastic week in my books.~winks~Geee…I pity the peepz in my Life who will now have to contend themselves with havin to vie for my precious Time.

This week can be aptly summed up by two names.

  • Nadia
  • Nur Wahidah

These two newfound buddies of mine have been a treat. Chirpy…cool…pretty…oozing with inner charisma…delectable and ever sweet.Their only flaw?They are both just single.Yups…single.And I found it rather strange.How did these two peepz come into existence?Well,just the other 3 weeks ago,I think,my brudder Kai and myself were having a late night supper session at Bukit Timah’s Al Ameen,when suddenly two chicks rode on cool looking bikes beside us.

As these two girls were walking past by us,I just had this irritating urge to just do something.Instinctively,I took out a piece of paper and with my pen in hand,I stared into blank space and wondered what kinda note could be left,on the girls’ bikes.My brudder came up with a moment of rare brilliance by suggesting a summon notice kinda format.How brilliant!With my rather flawless literary genius awakened,I wrote the following…(if I remembered)

You are hereby summoned and fined for illegally parking your attractions on our carparks of attention. For further clarification notices and  appeals on your fine please call,

Jaz ********

Kai ********

Warmest regards,

LTA Officers

Now,when this note was written,I could have sworn that I was pissed drunk from all the ‘teh tarik’ I had.My brudder and I had done some silly things in our lives before,but this gesture capped it off.We proceeded to place two ’summon notices’ on the cool bikes of theirs and we proceeded home,without any thoughts whatsoever.It was the longest shot or attempt at being creative in making an introduction.But guess,our efforts were not in vain as we both got ensuing replies from these two blokes two days after the incident.We were just pleasantly suprised,non exhilarated.Heeee.Seemed like they were truly impressed with our unique approach,coupled with the excellent literary lingo and beautifully written note of mine…wahahahahaha.And so…two new pals are found.

Wahidah is a 20 year old girl.She rides a KR typed bike.Gentle…warm…quiet…composed…and just so demure.Best buddy of Nadia.The cynical about men kinda thinking.~heeeee~There seems to be many of this breed nowadays.She is accomodating to the fact that guys tend to be more attracted to Nadia and apparently she has been playing,counsellor buddy to lotsa guys who were smitten by Nadia.Nice girl.Rarity.

Nadia is a 22 year old chick.My kinda ‘fantasy teenage sweetheart’ sorta girl.(My brudder Kai is gonna strangle me for saying this)Gorgeous…twinkle eyed…slender,athletic built…plays soccer(this fact alone qualifies her as wife material…wahahahahahahahahaah)…streaked,long dyed hair(fact 2)…she irritates me(fact 3)…exquisite and just so…hmmmmmm…desirable.(Kai is gritting his teeth there)Oh yeah…did I mention that she supports Man United?Aaaaaaaaaaarrrrrgggggghhhhhh!

Lucky thing…Hijazi Version 2.5 is no longer the ’superficial seeking maniac’.Wahahahahaaaaa.Geeee…the calmness and serenity of not even childishly thinking that a marriage is in the books,had been overwhelming.I am just so self contented with knowing two more friends.Cannot say that much for a certain guy who is probably going *gugu gaga* over Nadia.Heeeeee.’Possesive siak Kai’.(No mentioning of names please)Cool peepz to be around with.Did I mention that both these girls have sisters that are of the same age as me?Awwwwwwwww…I can hear the wailing already.Why am I not complaining?Heeeeeee.

But in all seriousness…friendships are so cool.To my brudder…"You go girl…I mean bro.Wahahahahaha.I swear to God,that you better not screw this opportunity.Heeeee.Nadia,is the GIRL…we used to dream about having as a partner.Go for it,for the fun sake.Nothing ventured,nothing gained.(Shit!Did I just say that?)Do not worry about me.I am willing to let you go….Wahahahahahahaha."

Nadia and Wahidah left for KL yesternight.Heeeeee…

I need an image consultant or a publicity campaigner man!Somehow…these two girls have this perception that I am a sweet talking flirt.I am so bloody not.*chokes*I am just a sincere,lame and uninteresting guy…who happened to be just a bit intelligent,crappy,creative,eloquent and nice.Geee…do not blame these God given talents man.~Summer’s gonna kill me for this egoistical bullshits~Let me set the records straight…I am not a sweet talking flirt.I am just a pleasing conversationalist specialist.Heeeeee.

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Enough about girls.I am sick of them.

Football is here again.27th November…the new season begins.Yuuuuuhooooooo!

My first pre-season session at Telok Blangah two days ago was delightful.I scored two goals…shit!I knew I was good.That good?Orgasmic!Just for credit sake,someone did beat me with a dribble.It was a lame attempt on my part to try and tackle the ball away from him.Should have just gone for the wobbly knees of his.~laughs~

Am still wrecking my brain to come up with a unique holiday name…aaaaaaaaarrrrrrrggggggghhhhhhhhhhh!

Is it just me…or am I feeling the tingle of being fuzzily romantic nowadays?

I have been having this imsonia addiction habit prevailing in my Life recently.Becoming a vampire of some sort.Sleeps at 5 am.Wakes up at 1 pm.Must be the withdrawal symptoms kicking in…

I am in love.With Rihana.You go figure out who she is.Anyone…and I really mean anyone…who can dance like her,is worth my Life’s savings(not much)…heeeeeeeee.

Do you guys know that I am officially the only Seth Cohens profile on this goddamn Friendster.Wahahahahaha.Geeeee….

And I did not know that,Singapore actually has many pretty looking Malay girls.Gosh.Not that I am bothered.Just statistically suprised.Was about to give up hope and look for a Swedish.Another statistic suprise.Go to a Macdonalds outlet which has delivery riders.Check the roster.I am betting the 20 bucks in my wallet now that for every 10 man crew of delivery riders,7 are Malays.I am not saying anything.Just sit on this statistic…

I want my bachelor pad!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Pool table+++++++++++++Lava Lamps+++++++++++++++++Home Theatre+++++++++++Sofa++++++++++++++++++Parties++++++++++++++++++++Comfy King Size Bed With Pink Comforters++++++++++++++++++++Cable TV+++++++++++++++++++++++Friends+++++++++++++++++++++++++++Food++++++++

Singapore Idol’s Auditions next February.

I am gonna be the next Singapore Idol…hopeful.Wahahahahaha!

10 reasons why I will be the next Singapore Idol.

  1. I am not a Malay.They cannot afford to have 2 consecutive Malay Idol winners.It’s not Malaysian Idol,dammit.
  2. I have the backing force of 3000 AIA agents to send in their votes via smses.Not only am I gonna be the first  financial consultant to ever win Singapore Idol,I will also win it by the largest margins ever recorded.Agents are rich blokes.2 million smses for me are not a problem.
  3. I am gonna sing boyband songs and bring back the heydays of Take That,Boyzone,Backstreet Boys,Caught In the Act,PJ and Duncan and a lot more others.
  4. I am not gonna try and be Usher like.Usher is extinct.Cinemas do not need them anymore.
  5. I am gonna ask Douglas O to coach me on vocals.Do not worry.I can afford to pay him by the minute.
  6. I will not create a controversy by stating that one of the judges tried to sleep with me.The closest controversy will be about me and Taufik,kinda looking alike.
  7. I will not be dumb enough to sing any of Taufik’s songs during the auditions.
  8. I will cry on live TV.Ratings sake.
  9. I will not be declaring that I love my Mom and the win is dedicated to her.She probably would think I am just a fake.She knows I love her.
  10. The only reason why Taufik won last year,was because they booted me out even before the auditions.They were worried that Gurmit would not be able to pronounce my name properly.Taufik was a simpler name.

I have 761 more reasons why I would win next year’s Idols.Somehow…my publicist says to keep those reasons for future Idol competition campaigns,just in case I flunk next year’s.

ps:Nadia is gonna draw a placard and design a poster for me,whilst Wahidah will be printing T-shirts to be given to my unwilling fans.Anyone who has the right sense of mind are welcomed to join my publicity campaign.It is strictly voluntary.No budget allocation for the meantime.Once I win that Idol…I am going Malaysia.Siti…Misha…Hetty are all waiting.Geeeeeeeeeee.

Long live geekiness…

Tuesday, November 15th, 2005

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By any standards,yesternight was just pure enlightening.Geeee…learned a few much needed things about some stupid things I am so capable of doing at times.Okie…at least I am making the decision and commitment to not be a super egomaniacal woose.there are no futher need for me to even try and prove a point,or be validated for the things I say or do.Being myself is the simplest way of interpersonal relating.Feels like a whole load of dysfunctionality had been lifted.

Once again I reiterate the importance of having an open and receptive communication within the context of any relationship.That is why I appreciate any bickering or disagreement being brought out into the light.I totally am in tandem with the views held by Summer,about the need to discuss and be rid of any wasteful grudges.

With the clarity of conscience,I just wanna apologise to Summer.Your points were noted and understood.Those crass remarks…will never be thought off again.

I spent a good half of my night yesterday,listening to Anthony Robbin’s audio cassette cd.You know those kinda self help development programs.Heeee.It was just me,my thoughts and my plans.I literally did all the prescribed exercises in the program. Was told to write down all my goals. Here is the list of my goals…not by any order of priorities.

Personal Development Goals

  • Manager by 2008
  • Bachelor pad @ East Coast
  • Married to a gorgeous woman
  • Bungee jumped
  • Mazda RX8
  • Volunteer more
  • Meeting Erin
  • Having a great team of consultants with me
  • Providing for Mom and Bro
  • Proposing in Italy
  • Speaking at a seminar
  • Being a motivational speaker
  • Attending seminars
  • Being a professional consultant
  • Having more friends
  • Organise great monthly parties
  • Having more free time
  • Visit Maldives
  • Buying an island
  • Toning my body
  • Reading 2 books a month
  • Joining a singing competition
  • Start writing and illustrating my book
  • Visit Egypt
  • Visit Australia
  • Visit New Zealand
  • Earn 10k monthly
  • Organise a great breaking fast session in Ramadhan
  • Shake hands with the rich and famous in Singapore
  • Be the no 1 manager in Tampines
  • Be a motivator
  • Get that cottage in a foreign country
  • Be at Eiffel Tower
  • Playing soccer competitively
  • Married with kids before 30
  • To be more…
  • Honest
  • Creative
  • Fun
  • Professional
  • Attentive
  • Matured
  • Zealous

My Fingles (Goals that are just a mixture)

  • Mazda MX5
  • Private apartment at East Coast
  • Birthday bash at Bar None
  • Quaterly bachelor parties
  • Home theather
  • Travelling around the world
  • Compile and record my own songs
  • Beach house
  • Island
  • Cottage in New Zealand
  • Anthony Robbins seminar
  • New executive suits
  • Maid
  • Driver
  • Paying for 2 personal assistant

Economic goals

  • Earning a minimum monthly income of 7k a month
  • Regular savings of 1.5k a month
  • Investments of 1k a month
  • Provision of 1.5k a month for family
  • 30k for my wedding
  • 10k for my honeymoon
  • Being a half millionaire in asset worth by 28 years old
  • Being a millionaire by 30 years old

Now having said all these,of course on a rough gauge…not all could be feasibly achievable in the immediate period of time of maybe 5 years time.But these goals serve as a direct map representation about how I should strategise my way through Life.Like a golf game…not all shots to the hole can be done by two or three strokes.I guess,most of the things listed here will be accomplished.Just needs time.

Just had a chat with my "Nenek Sayang".She is an old lady who lives on the 6th floor of my flat.A very caring and warm lady.Spent 20 minutes listening to her stories.I have this small hope that in some part of my Life,I can just go to all these old folks’ home in Singapore.I am sure there are some beautiful golden age stories waiting to be told.Advices that I received…

  • When I get married,be the best husband and son in law
  • Make sure both the respective set of parents are being taken care of
  • Marriage is not a mean of escaping from the responsibilities of being a son or daughter.Need to inculcate that in my wife
  • Be a father that is attentive to the child’s needs
  • Be the guide not the guided
  • In death,the number of attendees is reflective of the deeds you shared during your Lifetime

Was a welcoming change for a morning.As I listened to her…I had this natural feeling of wanting to be present at this old lady’s moments of death.Do not know why.The inclinations are forebodingly there.

Am listening to Eamon’s "Fuck It,I dont want you back".I have this urge of singing it to someone.No one comes to mind.But just someone.Hahahaha.Anyone will do.

I am declaring a selfmade holiday soon.Am in the midst of wrecking my thoughts and brain juices to come up with a name for it.Something significantly symbolic and meaningful.How cool it is…

"It’s you
Why’s it always you
and never me?
I’ve never dared to let
my feelings free
Why’s it always you
and never me?
I’ve never cared
too much about honesty"
-Chorus from Trouble Sleeping by The Perishers OST OC

Been hearing this beautiful song for the past weeks.

Found an endearing friend in Idah.Cool and heartwarming lady…aaaah…perhaps there is indeed hope for the young womenfolk.It is nice to know that,there is at least someone willing to think about how her Life should shape out to be!Take your time in finding that knight in white,shining armour babe!You deserve it!Ahakz!

Two weeks more to another great financial working year.With my brudder Kai on board,it should be splendidly fantastic.Gonna burn the bridges and work hard towards achieving my dreams.Anyone with a fantastic group of people in mind,do share with me yah…I need them in my team.Gimme one year to work with them…follow the system of organised fun and commitment…I promise,it will be one hell of a rocking year.What is the risk?The risk is big.~Heeeee~People with visions…please…do yourself a favour,have a paradigm shift.Not everyone has a Summer to do that for them…~heeeeee~

ps:Summer is increasingly having a certain positive influence on me.Not that I am complaining.~Heeeee~Being Seth…hahahahaha…geekiness rules.Perhaps it is true…I can be confident about myself.There is no need to be egoistical about it.To all those screwed up men and women folks out there…I quit!I have no other points to prove to you guys.No futher agendas.If you choose to have those screwed up belief systems…I guess you can never go wrong…or right for the matter.It’s always better to be with a belief system than not to have one.I am as of this moment deciding that I am no longer waging a mental war with the idiosyncrasies of changing a conformists’s belief. Let them live and let die. Gosh.

Soccer is back this Friday.My Life is back.Thank God!

People…I love you guys.Awwwwwwwwwwwww………………..

May my Ego fade away…

Monday, November 14th, 2005

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There is this undeniable pain inside which I will just try and suppress for the moment as thinking about it will not render me anything beneficial.

Note: Eddie Guererro passed away on Sunday.My epitapth for him will read.

"Here lies a man who in lying,cheating and stealing…stole and captured the hearts of millions.He was the ever consumate entertainer,who believed in dedication and commitment as principles of success.For all the perceived ethical flaws he has…he has the biggest heart for those he holds dear."

So confused. Wish I knew just what to do.

Went to Bar None on Sunday night.I needed the chill out time by myself.Went alone.Cool atmosphere.Not a lot of peepz there.Isa,the bartender came over and asked if I wanted another "Pussyfoot".~smiles~That guy bleached his hair.Eeeeuuuurrrgggghhhhh.I think I am gonna bleach my hair too.Next month on my trip to Krabi.

My regular peepz started to come in at around 0030 am.By the time,the music was already grooving and jazzing up nicely and perfectly.Den Osman’s groupie…Ariel and friend…Agus and Nur all came.Nur seemed excited and thrilled to see me there.As soon as the deejeay music began,everyone was pacing in synchronisation.R&B cum Reggae night.

I was just immersed in my own thoughts that night.Totally oblivious to the surroundings.

Ariel came over and whispered,"What the hell is wrong with you tonight?Someone wants you to dance with her and you are not even noticing her advances."

"Who?"I asked.

Ariel indicated to my right.I nodded and it was just my typical acknowledgement.It was Nur.She had been dancing in front of me for the past 20 minutes or so whilst I was sitting.Never quite found it endearing.~hah~

I did have my prancing moment with the guys on the dance floor.Guys…always the joy.It’s just cool that the company of guys I have there are those kinda who has no sick intention of picking up girls for no heck or reason.Besides,the girls there…particularly,the Malays,probably has this sick notion about probably needing local guys to go down on the tummy,to make an impression.Throw in a non local guy,and these girls drop to their knees like a jellybean.Kodak moment was having this Eurasian sweetie dancing with me to the song of "Baby Boy" by Beyonce.It was just fun and innocent.Her boyfriend was just smiling and dancing beside us…with a local.Hahaha.That is what I call,a foreign exchange session.

Sickening moment : Complimented this Malay babe about how nice she smelled.A mutual friend. She turned and said,"Is that a pick up line?" What the f**k? I told her.."Well,I guess the guys who had been trying to pick you up all these while must have been lacking in imagination,coz you seriously have a problem between appreciating and distingushing a compliment and a pick up line.I don’t blame you.But that question…is a turn off."I laughed loudly and just moved.

I never quite knew what a pick up line is.There is always a better creative way…to do things.I am not worried.I have testimonies from friends who appreciated my gestures of trying to initiate a conversation or friendship.It was never cheesy.Just sincere and simple.

Me and Agus headed to McDonald for a late supper.He was telling me about his current beau.A 22 year old guy from Australia.Agus is a…you know what…kinda guy.Listened emphatically.He made my night when he told me just how much he appreciated my friendship eventhough our initial introduction was merely on a client-consultant basis.He told me that he trusted me so much.Cool.

Got home.Blasted "Can’t breathe easy" and lulled myself to sleep.My mind was still wandering…

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I never was afraid of rejections.Coz,rejections are always the by product of a request.Logic goes…no expectations,no rejections.

Sometimes there are those who takes the normality in Life for granted.I am one of those cynical few who always have this fear of loss.In any particularity,loss of someone.People look at me and assume in their most righteous voice,that I am a prickhead who is always inflating that Self Ego.How I wish,they can just see those little quiet moments when I take out my armour at the end of a day,slumps myself against the wall,and reflects on the day that passed.How normal.How vulnerable.My Ego is my armour of Self Preservation.

To be told that my Ego is a flaw is enlightening in a way.Perhaps there are truths in that statement.But how about those times when I just chuck that Ego aside?Why am I being remembered and typified by my flaw?How come deflating an Ego no longer seems to be a gentle reminder,but more as an agenda driven cause?Ego has helped me deal with the adversities…I am not defending the need to be egoistical.I am acknowledging its presence.

Reality check.A man gets his heart broken…with the departure or loss of a dear one to someone else,what does he do?He chucks that Ego…he wails…he cries…he sobs…he is left for the dead.Then,it strucked him instinctively,that he still needs to live and face the world.He fortifies his armour,dons it and heads out again.

Women.Do not criticize the Man who dons his armour.You must realize that he probably has one hell of a good reason to do that.If you love him,be the woman who coaxes him into taking that off for you,at the end of the day.Try not to question,why that armour is needed,or why you should be wearing one too.The thing is,I have faith in men.I,or men themselves will,out of their own accord,take the armour off for the woman of his Life.A man who dons that armour of ego probably does that,to ward off things like…office politics…bitchy women…insults…criticisms…negative vibes…and lotsa others.I implore you women folk…take that armour off that guy,piece by piece.Coz,believe me…when he is in full naked view of vulnerability,he is yours for the rest of your Life.

And women…realize one thing.You will never see a Man’s scars until that armour is taken off.Well,you may ask his fellow comrades…but I do not think you women folk bother.

ps: He who loves you the most,is probably the one who says the weirdest things,acts the weirdest way,thinks the weirdest thoughts.Coz,he is mystified and awed by the beauty of you as a Woman.Do not treat him,the way you think you should,to the guys who came before him.Coz,the fact is…he probably have this starry hope that you are the first and last in his Life.Of course…he probably needs you so much.

Note to myself:I have nothing else to prove to anyone.If it’s loving that you want…take a walk with me.

Making Love all the Time…

Tuesday, November 8th, 2005

I totally forgot that my name is Hijazi.A financial consultant who was on track on ending his financial year on a high note.Someone who is on track towards promotion.Someone who totally forgot that he could feel…

Anyway,the day went great.Started on a splendid note and ended in fantastic fashion.

I went for my weekly meeting.Had not been to office for the past two weeks.Kinda felt weird,to be stepping back into office and seeing my table yet again.~ahakz~Was totally disinterested in the whole issues and mundane propagandas discussed.(I came late on purpose anyway)

My heart was beaming with pride.Reason being…my pics were plastered all over the elevator doors,of the building.Yeah…all 3 levels,if I must say.It was for my School of Achievers achievements.~wahahahaha~It was cool,seeing my smiling,cocky face all over.~hahahaha~The best part was having fellow unit managers calling me by,"Hey champ…".Says a lot man!Guess,I have a standard to uphold next year.

Had a small pep talk with my manager’s hubby.He was enquiring me about why,I seemed uninterested and unmotivated suddenly.Told him about the dilemma and predicament I was facing with regards to certain aspects of the whole career scope.What he shared with me was enlightening.That was when I realised just how much,my goals and aspirations were forgotten.I was distracted.Damn!I had allowed my heart to rule a brief moment of my Life yet again.He told me to focus and solely strive on becoming what was set out for me…my goddamn promotion!How can I forget!Shit!The gist of the discussion could be summarised in this…

  • Remember,that I am the only one earmarked for promotion.
  • I have the capability to carry the mantle.
  • I must not be sensitively be affected by external events.Advice of the day:When you think about something too much…go to a pub,get yourself pissed drunk…and live the next day on a fresh note.
  • I have a way of ‘manipulating’(the term was used literally)people.Use that trait.
  • It is all about my ability.
  • All I need to do,is slog off myself for a year more…and everything will work out!

Geeee…that was the driving drive that I so craved for.Somehow,I had allowed myself to be distracted.

Had tea with my colleague Huzaifah after that.Somehow,another realisation set itself again.I am so much enjoying the presence of guys.Not that I am being gay-ish.It is true however.Being around guys has been therapeutic.

Esplanade was my ensuing destination,as I had planned to meet my brudder Kai and his colleague Feezah.But before that,I just have to relate two funny instances of what a surge in confidence can do to a man like me.Whilst in the train,heading towards City Hall,I was seated directly opposite this group of two girls and a guy.Whilst one of the girls,was busily engaged in a conversation with the guy,I took the liberty to just steal glances at the other passive girl.There was no intention of even trying to flirt,as I was busily reading.The interesting thing was that she was ‘reciprocating’ my glances.Anyway,I just took one brief moment to look at her,and when she did look lingeringly,at me,I just dished out a smile.Gosh.She beamed a smile at me back,and I knew at that instant,it was nailed.I continued reading and as the train was stopping at my intended stop,I got up from my seat,went over and to her,and her friends’s bewilderment,I extended my hand,which she took and I said,

"Hi.My name is Hijazi…and you are…?"

"Lina…"

"Nice to meet you,Lina…"

I smiled,and walked out of the opening door.

That felt damn good!As I was walking past the moving train,I could not help but notice that glancing,smiling head of hers,through the window panels.

Hijazi: 1                         Women: 1

Was feeling so good…I hummed to myself.~wahahahaha~After I exited the control station,I took the turn towards the CityLink.Just two metres from me,a Malay girl dressed in Shisheido promoter’s attire,walked.I took the liberty to give a small smile,which suprisingly she,returned.As we walked past each other,a miracle happened.She must have slipped on a wet surface,as the thing that I knew was,she,grabbing and pulling on my shoulders,as she was about to fall.Luckily,I managed to block her fall and helped her up.Her face was flushed with embarassment.I gave a small chuckle.

"Eeeeiii.Paiseh seh.Thank you so much,"she said as she brushed herself.

As though on cue,we both smiled and just turned towards the direction we were heading to and continued walking.

Hijazi : 2                Women : 2

The thing that strucked me about both encounters,was the sheer fact that I just connected totally out of goodwill and non expected realizations.I did not get anything substansially concrete from both experiences,and by that phone numbers~wahahahaha~,but it felt so good.It served to build a set of confidence,which was totally majestic.Feeling good…intiating good thoughts,which in turn resulted in good results.For a moment,I applied myself.

Esplanade was serene.(I am still in that lingering mode of asking how I could not have seen Summer on that particular day…not that it matters…just curious,what God had in mind when He did that).

Met Feezah…and I took the opportunity to grind her with my rather obnoxious,typical,stereotyped and provoking questions.As much as I would hate to say this…in Feezah,I found the ideal subject,in affirming my thoughts about women sometimes.

You know…there is this breed of Women,who typically think that they have had their Life and its issues,all figured out.Usually,it arises from their perceived realisation that,since they are out of a bad relationship of some sort,what else can go wrong?I mean…they would have assumed that they have seen it all and done it all,and there is no amount of effort a guy can dish out,that they would never have come to expect.And so they go around,in a pompous manner,declaring just how guys ought to be falling like a bunch of flies at their feet.How guys are typically so in need of their constant approval and affections.And in a direct confrontational manner,they issue ludicrous statements or questions,like…"You know why I am not dating you?"

Geeeee….

These were the questions and answers,discussed.Nothing was changed.

Jaz : Correct me if I am wrong,but am I safe to assume that you,at this very moment,am not sure of what you want.I mean,what you want in a guy?

FZ : No.Of course I do know what I want in them.

Jaz : Why are you then subjecting yourself to being surrounded by a lot of guys,and finding yourself in the hassle of validating them?

FZ : Hey,do not blame me.They are the ones who came into the picture.I never asked for them.

Jaz : But,is that not you saying that you allowed them to be in your Life.Coz,I figure that they knocked and you opened the door.Am I right?You could have just refused their presence.

FZ : Well,put it in a way…I am in fact just using them.

(silence)

Jaz : Has it occured to you that whilst you have this absolute misconstrued assumption that you are in control of things,and you are using them,do you think you are being used at the same time?(sexual connotations)

FZ : That is when I figure out that we will be even.

Sad.

Of course,this particular incident is more an exception rather than a rule.My personal point of view,is that it’s humiliatingly scary.To have someone equate dignity as an agenda on the etiquette of relationship dynamics,is appaling.

If it was the old me…these kinda things would have pertubed my inner senses and I would have felt obliged to try and change the women’s mentality.Nowadays…it’s just the "Now I can see why you are living in a state of being pathetic." kinda affirmation.The fact is…living your Life based on false prejudices and assumptions is already bad enough.Believing,that these false dogmas are your staple principles of Life,is abysmal.

The more someone,wants to stereotype a given situation,the more stereotypical,the person will be.Okie,maybe it is fair enough to say,that a bad relationship scarred you and kinda shaped a set of beliefs that you had always uphold.Now,it’s a subconscious vendetta…to set right that beliefs into a mode,where you will no longer feel the angst and pain.

Heartache_1 It is almost safe to assume that sometimes,Nice Guys are left for the dead.The more a guy shows concern and willingess to share a part of the woman’s pain and joy,the harder it seems for the woman to accept him.There is this school of thoughts which claims…"You don’t get it Jazi…women do not want to feel obligated in reciprocating those nice sentiments and goodwill gestures.There will come a point of Time when,the woman will just reach that tolerant level of not being able to see herself returning the favours,and she will just walk out…"

My personal point of view?

"Bullshit.It’s just an excuse!"

You see the thing is,we always find worthy women ending up with prickheads who treat them like carpets.Wipe on it,when you are wet…dry it when you do not need it.Yet,a part of these women,whilst complaining…display a profound longing for these kinda men.The Nice Guys who had always been there,providing almost all traits required of a buddy,friend,soulmate,cushion,listening ear and just a human being is often discarded at the very first signs of intimacy.Why the standards?These Nice Guys are the exact guys who hold the flickering candle of your Life as if,their own depended on it.Give them some credit.Let them love you for once…

Here is the logic Women…

According to the Law Of Large Numbers,a woman can only perhaps,over the course of her prime life…know at most,less than 100 guys on a close,personal level.This is on a 5 guys a year,over a period of 20 year,time period of consideration.(15 years - 35 years).Out of this number…do you think,everyone would have impressed you?Maybe based on the general perceptions of guys,let’s just say only a third is capable of even impressing you.That is about 30 guys.Let’s half it.Say 15 guys who are abled enough to sweep you of your feet.Based on the 5 guys a year thingy,it will take you 3 years to know them.It means,on an average…it takes you 2 months,to divert attention to another,if the current does not do enough to impress you.Geeee…and Nice Guys being Nice Guys…they tend to be rather patient…non imposing…unconditional and just loving.And they have only 2 months to prove a bit of significance,while women hop around,like a hopeful bunny looking for sources of validations.Shit!When a Nice Guy says…"Have you thought….".The woman says…"Don’t you think you are coming too fast on me?"Geeeee…what the hell do you want?

Contradictions:

Women : "You deserve someone better."

When the guy tries to move on…

Women : "Am I not good enough?"

~laughs~

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Women : "You think you are in love with me.How can you be so sure?"

Men : "Coz I feel it…"

Women : "How can you be sure about your feelings?"

Men :*sic*

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Women : "Any other girl would be so lucky to have you in their Life."

Men : "But why can’t that girl be you?"

Women : "You don’t understand."

Men : "You are damn right about that."

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Women : "What if I cannot give you what you want?"

Men : "What if you can?"

Women : "I don’t think so."

Men : "Why not?"

Women : "Because you deserve someone better."

Men : "But,you are the best."

Women : "How can you be so sure?"

Men : "Coz,I can feel it."

Women : "Don’t say that.Somebody lucky ought to have you in their Life."

Men : "Why not you?"

Women : "Aaaaaaarrrrrrrgggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

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ps:Women are interesting creatures.They should rename the book."Men are from Mars.Women are from some goddamn planet I never even knew existed."

But it’s true…I like women too much.Lucky…I love only a woman.

Therapeutic thoughts…

Sunday, November 6th, 2005

I have this thing about women sometimes saying to men…"Don’t worry,you will find someone better than me…".The caption irks me sometimes.Coz in a subtle way,that statement is downplaying the significance of a Man’s honest expressions at times.My dear…do you know why there is only one Taj Mahal in the world.Coz,the Shah could only build a worthy monument for only the best loved person in his life.There can never be someone better.

I used to ask myself a paradoxical question as a mean of keeping the emotional balance in check.I have this penchant for dreams and aspirations,and there was a moment in time when I allowed all my Life’s purposes to be revolved around this particular single woman.Everything was driven at the ultimate goal of winning her over one fine day.And that day,obviously never came and never will.I am not bitter.Just reflecting.

I undid my own possibility,by not actively pursuing the object of my affections then.I thought that the sheer magnitude of my feelings will one day be more than sufficient to grasp her attention.I was too hopeful…idealistic…unrealistic.The fact was…one day she just shared the happy news,that she found herself a compatible partner.It gutted me.Not because,she moved on,while I was seemingly,still hanging on to futile hopes.No.I was gutted coz deep down,I knew that I did not apply myself to the fullest.I prided myself on being persevering to have harbored hopes for years and years,on the pretext of being unconditional.I was foolish.Unconditionality…like platonic love…exists only on the context of verbalised or non verbalised mutual agreement.I felt this angst of knowing that,there must have been a specific moment in time,when I could have just stepped a level higher,and attempted to bring whatever relationship dynamic,we had,to another notch.On that aspect I failed.

My point is,monuments of Love are meant to be made.Not to be described.Not to be hoped for.Not to be verbalised.But to be affirmed,through the sheer display of raw actions,attributes and persevered hoping.I just have to Love.And what I mean by this is that,the whole spectrum of Love’s scopes have to be fulfilled.

Frankly,I feel sometimes that Love is fearful.I know,coz being in Love always brings out that facet of my Self,which I do not wish to share with people,lest I become the object of mockery.It is not that I am not assured with my feelings and expressions.Purity of Love is always diluted when the recipient does not fully comprehend the whole scope of what is being told.It’s frustrating at times.However,I do relate that,understanding does not equate to accepting.But,problem is…how much of understanding would render the understanding valid?If you understand what I feel for you…what happens then?

I’ve been asking myself.What will I wanna do to prove Love…to my most Loved One?The answer is…too many things.But what I can do…will always pale to what Nature can do.That is so discerning sometimes.

"It’s always better to be loved than to be the loving one."

I do not know,who the idiot was,but he does states a valid point.

Questions…

*Why do you love me?

*Are you sure I am the best for you?

*What if I cannot be the person you want me to be?

*What if what you want is not what I want?

*I am not the same person that you knew.Are you sure your feelings are grounded on a valid cause?

*What if things do not work out?Will we stay the same?

*How do I begin explaining that there are areas of my Life,which I’ve yet to fulfill?

As one can see…I am just deriving some commonplace questions being posed.Look at it.Scrutinise it.Tell me something…do you see yourself sighing?

There was a time when I seriously believed in this…"I do not mind loving someone,even if she has to walk away with someone.As long as she is happy,I will be happy for her."

Do I still agree with this?It’s subjective.Coz,if I am so convinced that I am the only person who loves her the most,and has the capacity to make her be the happiest soul in her Life,why would I want her to settle for,just being happy?Does not make sense.I really do not know how I will go about living my Life,knowing that the Love of my Life is waking up beside the wrong man.Maybe,I am being egoistically selfish.But,seriously…don’t I owe it to myself to validate the extent of my Love?

My analogy is this.If Women know that her Man has the talent and capacity,to paint the colors of Love,on the canvas of her Life…do not take that canvas away,even before he starts to dip his brushes.Pass the judgement on whether you like the painting or not…only after the whole process of painting has been completed by the artistic Man.Coz,it does not make sense,if you claim that a Man that has the talent,shall never be allowed to showcase the talent.

Interrupt the pattern of thoughts.Accept the fact that you are worthy,of being loved by a soul,who sees you in a bigger sense of existence.Accept the fact that,the soul who loves you so much now,might not be able to showcase his love on another day,for Time and Death is always beckoning.Accept the fact that,there is a bigger emotion worth treasuring,than the pursuit of pleasure and avoidance of pain.Accept the fact,that not everyone who holds your hand,does so because he’s comfortable.Someone might just be holding your hands,because he loves you,and he does not understand letting go.Accept the fact,that falling in love,is an experience.Not a destination.Dynamics change.If enemies can become loved partners,why not friends?Accept the fact,that the only time logic comes before love…is when you look up,its definitions,in a dictionary.

When you love someone…two things happen.

1.Time continum stops.

2.The whole universe starts revolving around you.

Think about it…

ps:I am writing this entry coz…my thoughts are overflowing with questions.This is a therapy session for me.What Sue said in her profile is true…sometimes thinking,is about rearranging your prejudices.Now I realize…what I focus on,will determine what I feel and experience.Gosh.Summer…sometimes,it’s tough.Sometimes,it’s risky.But that is what,makes the whole experience an overwhelming one.If Everest was scaleable by any Tom,Dick or Harry…a cable car line would have been under development.

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Syawal Rythm and Rlues…

Thursday, November 3rd, 2005

Having a writer’s block,in the days leading to Syawal can only mean one thing.The fasting had gone to my brains.Unless I am infused with a basketful of ‘ketupats’ into my tummy,I am almost as good as being a veggie.Or perhaps,lacking in the Love inspiration thingy.

Last year,around this period of time…I was busily preparing for my impending trip to Sabah with my Mendaki mates.A trip which of course I did not go,as I dislocated my entire collar bone.I miss last year in a sense.The breaking fast sessions were fun.Our dance routine practices were exhilarating.Led by the ever sassy Mas…geee…I truly enjoyed her dancing practices.And I love Malay dance routines.

Syawal with my Mendaki mates was a pleasant experience.Still remember me buying a blue ‘baju kurung’,in that mode of hoping,to be synonymous with a particular girl I fancied.It was hilarious though when I realized that,the other guy,who fancied her,also took the same color.In the end there were a few ‘blue bananas’ in the group.Wahahahaha.The best part was when I went to the girl’s place…(yups,the blue girl)…used her toilet,and broke her tap.Wahahahaha.I came out of the toilet,with the tap handle in my hands.And of course,the night ended in the most amicable manner,as the ‘blue girl’,shared with me the idea,that she was looking at kinda dating the other ‘blue banana guy’.Wahahahaha.Being the ever blurry gentleman that I am,I took her words in good faith.No bad feelings.She was a treat as a great buddy.She’s getting married soon…not to that ‘blue banana guy’ though.Heeeee.

I am listening to Cristian Castro’s "Lloran Las Rosas"…beautiful song.He’s a Spanish bloke like me.Used to have this fanciful idea,that I will invite whoever it is,to a Spanish oriented restaurant,have Cristian’s songs played,and dance hand in hand…after dinner.Music and dance.Can never leave home without them.Am still in search for a Latin girlfriend.It’s okie if she cannot communicate well in English.I understand body language better…heeeeee.

I broke my fast at Su’s place two days back,with Kai and Feezah.It was simply,simple.Me,bought ‘murtabak’ as usual,as treats.Pizzas were already the menu,which I did not realize,of course.The night ended with Su,Rina,Kai and me in eah others’ arms.Rina was playing with me,most of the time.Kai and Su were watching the television.Rina was great.Intelligent.Cute.Agile and ever active.She was a bit messy though.But,having a girl looking all messed up,whilst eating Rochers was appealing.She was also,obediently responsive.Our session of getting to know each other,started with a piece of jigsaw puzzle,she was trying to complete.I love her so much…wow!By the way,did I mention that Rina is Su’s two year old daughter.Hey,a man gotta start somewhere right?

On that note,I realised just how important good genes are,in the factors to be considered,in having a wife to be the mom to my kids.I need my wife’s genes to be good as mine is probably cocked up.Wahahahaha.I am sure that my gene’s sequences are almost alike as that of Einstein’s.You know,the eccentricity part,and of course,the genius factor.My wife,should have genes,which will allow my daughter,to be…

  • Intelligent
  • Cute
  • Chatty
  • Never listens to me
  • Obedient
  • Active
  • Agile
  • Just someone I can come home to…(what?)

I was thinking about the whole family dynamics thingy,when I was looking at Su and her daughter.When I am Dad…I am gonna make sure that I am gonna spend a lot of my time during the development stages of my child’s growth.How can one afford not to?Anyway,I came from a background where the concept of fatherhood was lost on me.Never had a father figure.Imagine having to write a composition in school about your Dad,and then realising,that you know nuts about your Dad.Yeah…been there.So,I wish not to antagonise my child’s education.What I lacked from my childhood,I will indulge my children in.But hey peepz…just imagine the sweetness of coming home from work,and your wife and barely-walking-kid,greeting you at the door.That is…what I would call…sweet.

I learned a lesson in being discreet too.How would I feel,if I made out with my girlfriend,fell asleep after that,was snoring,having my girlfriend video-cam me and then showing it to her friends?Seriously.Of course,this did not happen to me personally…I am much too careful.Waahahaha.But,yeah,seriously…imagine the embarassment.I do not know,maybe some guys can just take it within their stride,since the girl,is the sorta "Love of my Life" types.But,me personally?I’ve got a sense of dignity worth upholding.Not gonna allow some ‘minah’ to do that right?Waaahahahahahaha.If it was Paris Hilton,showing me snoring after making out with her,to her friends…hey,anytime man!Damn,I will even settle for a video-cam of me crying and sobbing,after a night of rendezvous with Paris Hilton man.Yeah…and she will be the one smoking,in the video.

"Water runs dry" by Boyz || Men is playing.I sang this song for a presentation at my ITE’s Student Seminar.Always relating to this song.Never let the water run dry and stand by just watching it flow.Be proactive.Some people will work things out…and when they do,appreciate them.Coz,sometimes…they know that they are against all the odds.But they wanna try and achieve what was believed impossible.

Mental note:

  • I owe Su a drink for losing my bet.
  • I owe Siti Raudah a dinner.

My Syawal visits today was littered with the usual proverbial questions,

  • "Jaz…when getting married?"
  • "Jaz…watcha working as?"
  • "Jaz…when will I be cuddling your baby?"
  • "Jaz…you driving next year?"

My answers were standard.

  • "Don’t ask me.Ask Siti.Yawn!"
  • "Siti wants to pursue her career.So the baby part,has gotta wait."
  • "Yeah.I’ll be driving Siti’s car.Proton Kanchil."
  • "In the entertainment line like Siti.Only mine is personalised."

My addiction to Siti has gotta stop soon.

Elektra My all time favourite movie will be out this Sunday.Daredevil.Of course,my capricious lil’ darling Elektra Naschios will be in it.Aaaaaahhhh…the love of my life.

To My Elektra…"Have a bit of blind faith in me.I may be the Man without Fear.But not having you around in my Life,is fearful."

Life resumes…

Soccer is gonna once again take precedence over anything else.My career…no excuses anymore.My Life…make sure it’s super successful.I learned a new theory from a book…about this thing called Dharma.Dharma is about knowing what you have to do in the capacity or role you are assuming.

If I am warrior,my Dharma will be to kill,any threats posed to the cause I was assumed to uphold.I cannot afford to have second thoughts on this as it is my Dharma.What I was supposed to do,has to be done.

Relating to this,I am much comfortable with the idea now that I will perform my Dharma according to what was expected,from that capacity.

If I am a friend…I will be understanding and all listening.If I am a working colleague…I will have to be pragmatic and realistic.I do not have to be answearable,to anyone’s judisriction of morality.Being ruthless does not necessarily mean you are not a nice person.

Been having this lingering,unexplained thoughts,about something.Cannot put to words yet,what it is all about.I am just a bit different.Keep telling myself…"Do not let the water runs dry.Go with the flow,but make sure you shape the banks.Do not make the biggest mistake in your life."Am I losing my air of arrogance…air of invicibility…aura of conviction…hmmmm…….think Jazi,think,

On a last note…I promise myself that next year,on this very exact date,should I still have the Graciousness of Allah to live,things will be different.For the best.

My Grandma summed it the best today,when she hugged me after,I seek forgiveness,and said…"Jaz,may Allah throw open the doors of Wealth for you in the coming days.You are my most beloved grandson and you are the only one who can take care of your family."There is always something fulfilling when someone who loves you says a word of two.Hope it will be a Self Fulfilling Prophecy.I have to make sure my Grandma holds my child in her arms before she goes.That is her wish…and I do not wanna disappoint her.I love her too much.

ps:Kids should be taught the value of giving.My Grandma was right.In giving,even the smallest amount affordable,to an elder…is significant.Coz,the prayer that leaves the lips of a well meaning elder has a way of making its way to the giver.I’ve seen it too many times in my Life,to ignore it.The beauty of generosity…thanks Grandma.You are the best.