Archive for January, 2006

Museum of our memories…

Saturday, January 21st, 2006

Blissful moments in Life do not always come in expected ways.It always disguises itself in normal,routine and rather predictable manners of experiences.A simple dinner.A movie outing.A walk by the bays of the city.A period of sitting down.What can these ever offer in enthralling and captivating the imaginations and minds of the simple minded?Not much I guess…not unless…

There is something just beautifully simple yet profound about how two hearts are so coordinated in its beatings,when they meet in that sanctuary called,Undeniable Chemistry.Suddenly,the right words seem to flow,like pearls off the lips.Brushes of contact become the most orgasmic feelings ever.Laughters illuminate the wide black skies,with resplendent shimmerings of the night stars.Feeling that…something just stole your mind for a bit moment,and hoping that it gets lost in the process.Yet,you cannot put a finger right…to what the reasons are…in going through that motions of euphorias,being necessary.

Somewhere along the lines of understanding,I am beginning to appreciate the depth of this thing called End.To fully facilitate an acknowledgment of gratitude,one probably has to realise that anything that was intended to begin,was actually intended to end.Obviously.Waking up is a mean to go through a day,so that sleeping can signal the end of it.The same goes for any sweet,blissful and significant moments.Maybe there is this realm where such a conversation takes place,

Appreciation : Hey guys,I really need your help?

Begin and End : (in unison) Yeah,in what way?

Appreciation : I really am not sure when I should make my presence counts.Can you guys advise me?

Begin : You cannot come before me or immediately after me.Reason being,before me,comes Understanding.Immediately after me,comes Loving.Why not you ask End?

End : You come after me…immediately.

Appreciation: Why is that?

End : Coz,Sharing comes right after Loving,just before me.You come in after me.

Appreciation : That’s not fair.I will be the last.I’ll be a bit lonely coz no one will come after me right?

End : Exactly.That is why you are the most special amongst Us.Coz,only with you in the end,will all of our presence count.Without Appreciation,Understanding is something anyone can engage themselves in.Without Appreciation,Loving is but a routine affair of reciprocations.Without Appreciation,Sharing is a pain in the art of self preservation.Without Appreciation,Begin and End are just two terminologies with no self actualisation.You…Appreciation is that cosmic bind,that glues all serendipitous moments into that thing called Fate!Remember that…

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I will like to believe that in that small Love Sci Fi realm of mine,such conversations between Things occur.Heeee.

An analogy of my Life’s journey was being given a glimpse in a rather unexpected fashion.Holding on to this thought that,I was that journeyman who was travelling on a path in the woods,collecting raw materials needed in building a splendid wooden cottage,with a fantastic woman awaiting at the end of the trail,had been my way of viewing things.Perhaps I was being a bit foolishly hopeful.What if that woman was not even at the end of the trail?What if she was behind me all the while?Never thought of that.seriously.Maybe I was just preoccupied with the cottage building process,that I totally forgot,that the woman can only be awaiting at the end of the trail,only on the accords of her choice.I cannot place her there.I cannot force her there.Yes,the cottage is within my capabilities…but that woman is not.(gosh!)I was a bit fearful…when given that insight.Never quite saw it.Obviously,if she is behind me…she has the option of disappearing in the woods…again.It is just an undeniable reality.

And in that very unexplained moment…I saw the deck of cards…tumbled in magnificient fashion.Yet,I was happy to start placing it,all over again…strange.

Maybe,if Destiny wanted to have its way,by denying me that journey its intended destination,I tell myself,I shall not quit.I will strive to make my Love story no longer a journey,but a Legacy,that leaves behind a trail of meaningful moments.Destiny only establishes itself in stillframed memories.One cannot claim,an ongoing journey to a Legacy,as Destiny.Nothing was reached…

Personally…

I am just even more determined.If my only designation was to be a restorer of Faith…let it be.I made my leap of Faith,a while ago…so I understand.

"If I go blind one day…I will never feel handicapped.Coz,the image of you,giggling…smiling…eyes twinkling…holding my arms…embraced in a lingering hug…will be there,to complete me." - Jazi

Lonely;is a big word,small men use to validate their insecurities.Nothing wrong about it.It just breeds expectation.And Love must never begin with expectations…

ps : Asian Civilisations Museum.Beautiful.It’s all along the same walk…

Sanguinely blitheful…

Wednesday, January 18th, 2006

i am profoundly happy and honoured to say the least.getting home and switching my pc on was a splendid occassion.checking up on my friendster profile,i saw a testimonial awaiting approval.lo and behold…it was from an unexpected sender.the thing that made it so significantly beautiful,was the way the words were so appropriately placed into a prose sorta arrangement.this particular lady kinda described to the tee,how chanced opportunities of bumping into each other in the office is like,at times.she’s married to a wonderful,good looking guy…so in no way am i being lewd or crude.it’s just the whole experience of blissful meetings being described in short,vivid words that makes the testimonial a one kinda thingy.i’ve always had this silent hope,that i could be married off to this lady’s type of personality.the fact that she’s gorgeous helps…but it’s more than that.to observe her,sometimes is like a parody to me.i get into this mode of asking myself what should one do to win the heart of such a lady…well,i still am clueless.<giggles>i need to ask her hubby,i think.but if there was one superficial reason why being in that building is such a blessing…that reason is her.thank you madamoiselle sri.you…your hubby…your wedding…is my inspiration.

i had my prayers for maghrib done at the mosque.been like such a long time since i led a prayer,that it kinda felt weird when someone approached me to ask if i was performing it.by the time i ended my prayers,and turned my head…9 people were actually behind me.i had a weird kinda feeling.a surreal kinda thingy.a small voice of reasoning started to sound.3 components of a balanced life started to make sense.physically…psychologically…spiritually.admittedly,i am lacking on the last component.irony always sinks into me when i start thinking and pondering bout these kinda thingy.5 minutes a prayer session.5 times a day.25 minutes in total…to a comparison of 24 hours.despairing.i cannot give even a tinge of excuse to validate my slackness.gosh.why does one turns to God in moments of despair…keep telling myself not to be a freeloader.hijazi…do something!!!

i was reading through my early blog entries and noted a very apparent transition to the more recent entries.i am beginnning to talk more about my emotions and thoughts about either love,relationships or more love.heeee.i really cannot pinpoint a definite reason as to why i am in that frame of mind.every night,i keep reaffirming myself that every single day should be geared towards that fulfillment of my dream.sigh.at times,it gets a bit worrying.

i am still steadfast with my conviction that,it’s really either all or nothing at all.being married with that dream woman.or just being alone.at the end of the day,i always have this thought that being alone is not equivalent to being lonely.my biggest problem is in my refusal to compromise on anything less than what i’ve always believed in getting from my love life and my personal life.there is this lovely hadith that says in loose translation…"if you love a woman,with no ill or harmful intentions harboured,and you die in the process of Life without getting her,God will have both of you be together in the Hereafter."it was so lovely

as aptly put by a dear soul,there is a possibility,that if my blog entries were to be compiled into a sorta booklet of inspirational thoughts,it might be a household bestseller.but only on one condition.i must have achieved all the mentioned dreams.i cannot afford to disagree with her…

why i love the notion of love…

basically this single emotion is the most powerful strain of dynamic feelings.if manisfested in the various ways it can be,the whole face of the world could be changed.i still remember a newspaper cutting i read,years back,about how a mother lifted a car with her bare hands to free her toddler child that was pinned under.it was nothing short of miraculous.the point was…her absolute love,was focused on the raw physical energy of her bodily capabilities,such that lifting a car,so many times her weight,seemed natural.love does things to people.magical…unexplained things.

there is this song in me…that is waiting to be played.and that grand opportunity will come…and everybody will be dancing and laughing away.

i would rather be a busker playing songs,with immaculate,profound love in my heart…than to be a successful consultant with disdain and skepticism overwhelming me.

a third of my life is now called memories.how will i make the next two thirds be?

sometimes,for all the eloquence and flair-ish language,a bloke like me can ever use…there are times when being silence perhaps sums it up the best.i don’t know.to be credited with a part reason for a lovely individual to start seeing herself again,for who she is,is fulfilling.in this kinda instance,i am firmly with the self belief that maybe,a bit of myself had facilitated such an enlightenment.it is tempting to so wanna believe in the idea that i am the reason,things became clearer for her…but i shall not go down that path of conceited self indulgence.i am just more than glad to be the mirror,that reflected who she is as a person.

blithe…regard me as that pair of hands that drew the curtains to the windows of your wonderful self.it has always been there.that scenic,inspirational and romantic facet of yourself.just outside the sanctuary of your home<life>,is your beautiful garden<yourself>.it rains<bad experiences> sometimes,but your garden is stiil as beautiful as ever.do not let your curtains<inhibitions> coop you up in your home…coz i’ve drawn the curtains.look outside…and see how beautiful it is.see that rainbow<dreams>?go out and search for it….

my client is flirting with me…

client : where are you now?

me : in the bus.tampines.on my way home.

client : alone,with a fren or your gal?

me : alone. my wife not with me.

client : you are MARRIED???

me : hahaha.just kidding.i am pulling your leg.why the question?

client : oh.you are so naughty.okie den,i was wondering if we can chat later?

me : over the phone?

client : yeah.once you reach home,go and bathe,take a short rest,then you may call me.i’ll be waiting for your call then…daaaaa.

me : ……………<speechless>

i did call her…after i finished watching my soccer.i gave her 10 minutes.true to my gut instincts…i was drooling,with sleep saliva.it was painful.i am so over this getting to know each other processes.am not interested.sigh.

client : i’ve been with this guy for 5 years and things are just kinda on the hold for both of us.no news.i am not bothered to work things out,since he does not bother.

me : i see.how old is this chap?

client : 24 years old.

me : aaaaah.and what is he working as?

client : CISCO officer up at paya lebar.

me : ……………..<speechless>come again.

client : CISCO officer.

me : cool.you should try and see if you can salvage something.5 years is a long time.

client : we are not in any concrete attachments.not engaged or married.i’m not bothered.

me : i see.hey!guess what?10 minutes is up.i’m gonna sleep.talk to you next year….<chuckles>

it’s a pain.inject me with morphine please.

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in my moments of expressions,sometimes i feel the need to have some of it reciprocated.

maybe the universal truth is this…

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the one who loves more,will always be in that position where expressions of sentiments and emotions may come in abundance,yet they do not feel the need to be told that their actions are appreciated.it’s an enigmatic situation.you give…and give…and give…and you forget,what receiving feels like.ahakz!God showed me a very important lesson.the magnitude of your emotions are minute if it is not expressed.emotions do not win you a heart.it wins you appreciation and admiration. display it.you’ll get somewhere…

lessons:

  • giver of emotions : do it out of utmost sincerety.do not expect instant gratification.be unconditional.
  • receiver of emotions : place yourself in the shoes of the giver of emotions.see how difficult it is…you know what to do right?heeeee.oh c’mon…the phrase,"i’m not the sort to show my feelings.","not showing does not mean i do not feel."and all things along this line are cliched.hahaha. see how you do it when,you are in the giver of emotions state…heeee.

love…wonderful thingy.paradoxical…yet enlightening.

ps : summer is the only exclusion.yeah right?!

Discovering Love’s passage…

Tuesday, January 17th, 2006

how to fall in love…

  • enrol for a course that you’ve always wanted to pursue in…
  • having your pal tell you that a friend of his friend is enrolled in the same course…
  • having you making fun of her name…<bad mistake>
  • having your pal tell you that she was described as gorgeous…
  • having you chuckle in disbelief…
  • you attend your first lesson…
  • she came a bit later…
  • you thinking to yourself how gorgeous she was…
  • you wondering what her name was…
  • you still waiting for the mentioned friend’s friend with the malay name to come…
  • time passed…
  • the gorgeous girl seeming to be the only probable one…
  • introductions beginning…
  • SHE is the girl…
  • you starting to have a lump in your throat…
  • you start writing down your thoughts in your diary…

something…somewhere’s gotta give,i guess.

how to start loving…

  • start to listen.listening is perhaps the most overstated component of any relationship,yet it is one of the most difficult to practice at times.human nature believes in self preservation.what is of no direct significance are not worth taking note sometimes…according to some non listening party.it’s wrong.listening does one thing…it creates a sense of closeness.have you ever asked yourself how God is such a good listener.He listens to the whims and whines of His Creations every single fleeting second.and He never complains…
  • start to ask questions that lead to thoughts or dreams.i place questions as the single most important thing to look out for in a person’s array of personality.how bothered he is,in any way.i had a pal… a married woman infact,whom i brought out for a swensen’s outing and ordered her favourite ice cream.whilst tucking in,she mentioned that i was the only guy pal who knew what her favourite flavour was.i was aghast."don’t bullshit.your husband?"…"he does not know.and i will not bother to tell.he never bothered to ask." strange but in some instances…it is true.if i am married to a woman at this age band of maybe 25 or 26…do you realise that i am actually given the chance to ask 25 or 26 years worth of questions about my partner.coz i was not there with her all the while. do you know how many bedtime stories i can occupy myself with,when with her.<laughs>
  • make "US" a dynamic concept. "I" is something you can work on yourself. "YOU" is something she can work on herself. "US" takes the both of you.
  • have songs to be the highlights of your relationships.it helps.not necessarily the romantic ones.Eamon’s "f**k it,i don’t want you back" might be useful.<giggles>
  • do things together.sing together.laugh together.hate each other together.take pictures together.eat together.travel together.irritate each other together.read together.love each other together.cycle together.shop together…go crazy over each other together.heeeeee….

many other things…but since this is free publication,i’ve decided to compile my lists in a book format to be sold later in stores nationwide. $7 a book.

come closer…

To_summer one day,on the platform of a hotel ballroom…i will be dressed in a black suit seated just in front of a piano.my tender fingers will be playing the notes and melodies of Gavin Degraw’s "More than anyone" just for that very…very…very…very…very…very special person.<laughs>…whilst pictures of us,is being displayed in the background in a slideshow format.coming down the steps…walking over to her…and just asking for her hand,so that i can lead her to the dance floor,as the song "no one else comes close" by joe is being played…

soundman…louder please…

lightman…dim the lights…spotlight please…

enter ring bearer…

audiences and diners clap…

balloons down…

just a simple hug…that’s all that is needed.

birth.<love>marriage<love>.death.

we are interluded in this life by a thing called love…how wonderful.the communion of two specially God created individuals to bring forth another Life…with the legacy of continuing where we left off…is such a beautiful thingy.what am i saying…

close the lights…and just communicate on the bed…just connecting…gosh…mind blowing….

sex is over rated.

leaving me breathless with just your words…now that is another thing altogether.heeeee.

anyone in with my idea of starting a LOVE CONSPIRACY?

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You can understand the facts of life. But facts of love are much different. To love you love someone or someone loves you.. But when you both love each other you’re in love with one another. First become friends and let it go. Then get serious and get together. Just make yourself known as a person not as someone you don’t want to be known as…

Sir Hugh Walpoe
The most wonderful of all things in life, I believe, is the discovery of another human being with whom one’s relationship has a glowing depth, beauty, and joy as the years increase. This inner progressiveness of love between two human beings is a most marvelous thing, it cannot be found by looking for it or by passionately wishing for it. It is a sort of Divine accident.

ps: life’s not over.i can always try again. i’m young but i’m wise enough to know,that you do not fall in love overnight.let Time set it right…

It’s the Way…

Tuesday, January 17th, 2006

summer…

in this small corner of my undiscovered world,i have set up a small monument of love for you.it is aptly named untitled for the moment.i am leaving you with this parchment that is gonna lead you on a trail of discovery.a trail that has its threads interwoven into a series of serendipitous moments where you’ll know that experiences pass by,significances fade and memories just linger forever.i wish i can just let you peer into my heart at times and just see the kinda things i have.not to impress you…but to tell you that all those things will amount to nothing in any event you are non existent.being incomplete is not a feeling.its a state of existence.and sometimes…although it seems like i have everything,i have nothing,if you are not in it.if my life was a scrapbook right now…every page will be filled with your name and pictures…coz that was the only way i wish to have my Life filled.with you in it…

it is at this juncture of my life that deciding to have all or nothing at all,seems to be the only way,it can ever be defined.coz,i stand to lose not only you…but my very self,if i do not make this whole experience as worthwhile as it was meant to be…

it is the visions…that haunt me.it is the faith…that inspires me.

"…and with this vow,forever has now begun…"-This I Promise You <N’Sync>

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where am i?

not here.not there.somewhere.alone and deep in thought.

as of today…

56 weeks…390 days…9360 hours…561,600 minutes…and counting…

this strong feeling of desire is not subsiding.life changing moments come in varied ways.some meet people who just inspire and change the outlook of life by just their mere presence.some people witness events that just gave a paradigm shifts to their beliefs.some people like myself…experience ‘deja vu’ic’ moments,to get a semblance of significance to their whole life…

i think i am going crazy with this whole romantic love fiasco.this inner voice of self drive is driving me nuts.i am blaming God…(in a non blasphemous way).have you ever seen a blockbuster movies like "lord of the rings trilogies"?noticed the preluding trailers or gazzettes that they show in enticing audiences to watch in on the premiere date.i believe God did kinda that to me as of recently.

i have this super blockbuster,nearly impossible to be made movie,all done up in my mind for quite a while.number of years in fact.a movie that has its lead role,me as myself,waking up beside the most serene,sweet and angelic face i can ever just look into.the dyed fringe falling listlessly over her closed eyes as the silence of the room,makes the moment so much more gratifying.knowing at that very instant,that i am looking at the colours of the rainbow that awaits me,should i brave the journey of the storms ahead.telling myself that i am gonna love her more than anyone could.as that realm of consciousness comes into me,i also realised just how much i yearn to kiss her forehead,just to make my invisible loving presence known.but then i realise that doing so,would just disrupt the perfection of the moment…and so i sigh with a tender hopelessness.getting out of the bed seemed like the most painful and tiresome routine.making my way to the wooden doors of the villa…pushing the wooden doors and just squinting my eyes,arms stretching in unison…as the breeze of the sea blows through the room and the rays of the morning sun bask the contours of my face in perfect synchronisity.feeling that adrenalin rush of missing her,i turn my head and look in the direction,where my angel lay.resting…

that’s it.my life movie.my love movie.everything that i am doing now is only geared towards that one single,definite purpose.of just waking up beside her…i seriously do not know how this is gonna be achieved,but my take is…if something as silly as ET could make Spielberg rich,why can’t it make Hijazi the happiest man alive to just simply wake up beside someone?can’t be that hard…

apologies for the constant love references and innuendoes.i seriously cannot help it.it’s overflowing my thoughts like the niagara falls.

my therapy nowadays apart from blogging…

closing my eyes and just going through this powerful visualisation process as was described above.seriously sometimes,it gets too real that i can actually literally feel the texture of the white bed sheets,hear the silence of the room with bird chirpings in the background and smelling the scented aroma of hair.now before any critical party come up with some quirky comments,let me just reiterate such instances can only be done with practice and repeated efforts.there’s a quote…"your perceptions like your imagination,is in fact your reality".i believe in that.in fact…i think this visualising thingy has gotten a bit too far for me coz i’ve been almost feeling every tinge of realism in my dreams.last week…i just got the most meaningful 2 seconds peck on the lips by summer…on a vehicle whilst i was lying my head on her lap.it’s a dream.but the whole aura of it…stretched a smile on me for the whole of my conscious day.nobody has yet to be told about this,but i have this secondary school drawn picture of a man opening a door with the sunlight in the background.on a  low platformed bed,a woman with long hair was drawn sleeping.and i indicated arrows,saying that it was a wooden bed.the man was indicated as myself.the woman indicated as the woman of my dreams.and the door actually opens to a view of a sorta lake.it’s a strange drawing.i know the significance of that drawing.

i kinda promised a pal that i will email her a picture of me,in the future.of me with a glass of milk and a plate of cookies beside me,by the fireplace.once again,i do not know why…but that visual is so strong in my mind.vivid.

my new visualisation area.

Aboutfullerton_facade counting the days…

Theballroom counting the guests…

Esplanade_room counting the hours…

<hysterical>this is being delusional.i just cannot internalise or digest any negative thoughts that i cannot afford to have any momentous moments at this place.okie fine…it’s not impossible.improbable maybe.but,i wanna give it a shot!it will be so darn sad if a place in this god forsaken singapore is not within my reach of accomplishments.i better not dream of a cottage in new zealand then…

keys to success : dream impossible dreams. fail fantastically. create a fiasco. burn the bridges. laugh at the cynics and skeptics when they laugh at your dreams. start researching on the feasibility of your dreams. the failure to dream big is only because of the lack of info. believe me. if you were to know that siti nurhaliza is secretly wishing to be married to a singaporean,wouldn’t you wanna dream suddenly. it’s the fear of the unkown that grips us.hmmmmm…

"if you’re not the one…" - daniel bedingfield

going for a round of door knocking session yesterday was the best thing that i could ever do in a day.i psyched myself with the numbers 56 and 392…wahahahahaha.i actually ran down the stairs and skipped my way from house to house…as i saw myself closing cases like no other.and i did.two in fact.working so hard in a single day never felt better.this is the first time in my turbulent life that i feel certain and happy with the uncertainties i had.weird.this drive…it’s warming up.it feels good.

note:clients trying to flirt with me is an absolute no-no.aaaargh!save me dear God…the last thing i need are mindless distractions.

i long for summer’s warmth…

my innner thoughts for the past one week.

  • a defining relationship is one that brings out only the best in me.
  • i am grateful at making the smallest improvements in my journey to become a better man,if it helps in making me the best man.
  • laying out my cards is not a show of indifference nor submission.it is an acknowledgement that i am willing to do what it takes to win the game,even if the odds are against me,at times.
  • my absolute faith is in the ideals.my absolute commitment is to you.
  • what the eye sees is what the heart does not know.what the heart knows is what you do not see.
  • one sweet day…is something we work towards to.not something we wake up to in the early morning.
  • between taking the common road and the road less travelled,i will take the latter.coz,i know at the end of that trail is you.the one that holds the chest of possibilities for my life.
  • i do not seek to be understood,though it will be good if you could.i do not seek to be validated,though it will be useful if i am made to feel that way.i only seek your understanding and validation,to allow me to love you,in the best way possible.

my thoughts.randomly plucked out from thin air with regards to lotsa things.

reality is…i never felt so completed incompletely.be one with my feelings again.

ps:the way <clay aiken>

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There’s something ’bout the way you look tonight,
There’s something ’bout the way that I can’t take my eyes off you.
There’s something ’bout the way your lips invite,
Maybe it’s the way that I get nervous when your around.
And I want you to be mine
and if you need a reason why,

[Chorus:]
It’s in the way that you move me, and the way that you tease me,
The way that I want you tonight,
It’s in the way that you hold me, and the way that you know me,
When I can’t find the right words to say,
You feel it in the way, you feel it in the way.

There’s something ’bout how you stay on my mind,
There’s something ’bout the way that I whisper your name when I’m asleep Oh girl
Maybe it’s the look you get in your eyes.
Maybe it’s the way that makes me feel to see you smile.
And the reasons they may change
But what I’m feeling stays the same.

[Chorus]

I can’t put my fingers on just what it is that makes me love you, you baby.
So don’t ask me to describe, I get all choked up inside, just thinking bout the way.

[Chorus]

There’s something ’bout the way you look tonight.
There’s nothing more to say then, I feel it in the way

The Passion Of Hijazi…

Wednesday, January 11th, 2006

Hijazi…

  • despite the effect of being the underdog minority with a lot of stigmas attached to it has on you, it has worked to your advantage in the sense that you’ve always felt the need to prove yourself, as opposed to embrace the negative aspects of it. which is a good thing. and in spite of the passion, which could have very well manifested into obsession, agression and arrogance, you’ve managed to inspire
  • whenever i have to force myself to do something i’ll think of what you’d say. you’re like the voice of encouragement
  • anyway. entah lah i just need to remind you time and again that you’re a Malay and you have an ideal. and one that can be looked up to. so. i’m proud that you’re Malay.

hehehe.

this excerpts were copied from a recent msn convy I had with a pal…Nhazean.The only reason I had to just put it up in this entry is because I found it to be a rather sincere yet enigmatic take on myself.Sorie Nhazean…but this is a compliment to you gal!I am honored to be given a lowdown by you…in this quirky manner of yours.Nhazean is a primary school mate whom I just got reconnected earlier this year.Fun woman…full of untapped potential…ever opiniated…if only she can see…what she was destined to be.A great person with a great Life.Guess her Time will come.

Hari Raya Eid went without any fuss.Somehow,I was just not in any celebratory mood of any sort.I was appreciative of the whole significance of Eid,but I guess,it pales in comparison to the euphoria people in Mecca probably experienced.There is always this funny detachment about Syawal and Eid,for me.Personally.Maybe,it’s only because I had personally experienced Syawal up at Mecca,and seeing how moderate the festivities there,made me realize the extravagance the people here,sometimes indulge in when it comes to celebrations.It is however,just a personal opinion.Coz to me…I cannot relate to why the millions who spent their hours at Mecca in total devotion and submission,do not celebrate Syawal and Eid in raptures of joy?Is it culture?Or is it,the lack of meaningful understanding?It’s not meant to be understood I guess.Just to be observed.Heeee.

I spent the afternoon of Eid up with Randy at Haw Par Techno Centre for a networking session that was organised by a great bunch of peepz.They were having a session of "The CashFlow Game".For those who are not familiar with the terminology,the board game was actually conceptualised by this Hawaiian bloke named Robert Kiyosaki.He is the author of the New York’s #1 bestseller hit,"Rich Dad,Poor Dad".For anyone who had not had the opportunity to uncover the existence of such a book,I implore you to beg,borrow or steal this piece of fine manuscript.It might not change your Life instantaneously,but it will start eroding some of your prescribed old school mentality about how finances work.It is not technical.Just pure logic.I have the book…ask for it.

Anyway,the game was a virgin experience for Randy and myself.Being financial consultants,I seriously thought that the game will give us a sharper edge in the basic understanding of how money was designed to either be a slave or master to the dynamics of living our Life.I was right.My whole concept about how money works…were blown away to smithereens.After 2 hours,Randy and myself were still stuck in the Rat Race,with our total cash in hand amounting to over half a million.Now,how ridiculous is that?To be cash rich…yet not being out of the Rat Race of survival.The concept is mindblowing.You gotta play it,to grasp the basic fundamentals of how finances work actually.

It is interesting nevertheless to note that there were only two Malay peepz in there,namely Randy and myself.Now,I am not gonna go ranting and bitching about that sore fact.I just saw an opportunity there and then.If such an activity based session were to be organised for our community,it will do a lot of houselholds a hell of good benefits.Let’s be realistic.Between sitting down in front of the telly,watching continuous reruns of the recent concluded Anugerah VCDs,and playing this CashFlow game…people better have the good sense of doing the latter.

Talking about Anugerah…my Mum had been ‘emotionally blackmailing’ me into buying her a copy of that VCD.I am steadfast in my beliefs of not getting one.Don’t people know that the VCD itself is a direct representation of how the story "The Ring" was conceptualized in the first place.No kidding.Watch the VCD…you’ll get a phone call from somebody,telling you how right they were in voting the winners…and you’ll be brain dead,by the 7th day.From non progressive brain activity,other than watching the VCD over and over again…like my Mum.Aaaaaarggghhhh!I have nothing against those "Spice Boys".It’s those irky ardent supporters that makes eating maggots on the Fear Factor much more appealing than to hear them shriek on TV.Eeeeeuuuuurrrrgggh!The whole farce of it is,why does a Champion,have to contend himself with the adulation that 3 other runners up,receive in equal dosage.Where is the significance in winning a competition?Or is a marketing budget lacking somewhere such that,consolidations seemed like the next best,cheap alternative.Why have 4 separate VCDs…when one can produce 1 VCD with 4 contestants?I admire the business acumen of the producers.I would have done the same thing too.Heeeee.

To make the Anugerah farce even nore chewable,the recent Eid night variety program,featured the other contestants as the main focus on the show.Once again,I am not,in any way against the business side of things.I would have done the same thing too.Produce a variety program with unknown known faces…let them sing a few hit Hari raya songs…ride on the Anugerah tide…and save a few pennies here and there.Great business acumen.Bad program choice for viewers like myself…who had to contend with the "Hot Chick" as a substitute…

"Hot Chick" was gross.Why would anyone wanna be in someone else’s body…especially of an opposite gender?Wait…I retract that.If there was someone I wish I can switch bodies with…it will be that of Siti Nurhaliza.Do not attempt to ask why…!

I have this deep,happy feeling.Maybe because,when a Life feels incomplete…and suddenly one finds that missing piece…a sense of gratitude overwhelms.Not that it’s in the hands…but at least,one knows…that it is there.I don’t know…

Do you know that the Greeks never wrote obituaries for a demised loved one.All that was asked,is one question."Did he live his Life with passion?"Now…I would like to believe that,passion is truly the quotient to all sense of fulfillments.The eager desire to excel and apply at an area of Life,is so compelling.As I am writing this…I am beginning to realize and appreciate the thought that I will probably,God willing,not be the sorta person who forgets the simplicity of my Life.Success and riches do get in that side of a person’s head that says,everything is a God given right.But…it is so not true.The Passion to live out a Life is still,in my eyes,a priceless commodity that can never be traded,compromised or even sold,in exchanged for the meaningful things in Life.Like Love.

What is passion?

That innate desire to get out of bed in the morning…to dress well…to arrive early at work…to greet fellow colleagues…to smile in the face of clients…to achieve satisfactory deals…to conclude the day with finished work day assignments…to meet up with your soulmate for dinner…to enjoy a brisk walk through the city…head home in each other’s arms…being serenaded to sleep…and dream that I will wake up going through that whole day in sequential order all over again….

Finito.

The Eid night drama highlighted a very important noted point for me.In a moment of reflection,the lead character said this to his granddaughter…

"Now that your Grandma is no longer here,I am beginning to appreciate the whole significance of having her around.When she was here,when we could not sleep,we would tell each other stories,we would laugh and cry together.Now I know that it is not only the companionhip she provided.It was Love.All that,was Love personified.She was more than just my friend.Do you think she is waiting for me?"

How aptly put.If only the majority of people can note this poignant point.Marriage does more than just be a reason for self gratification and procreation.Marriage,to me,validates and substantiates the whole universal reason,as to why we exist in the first place.There is a sentence from our Quran which goes along the lines that,we were created in pairs…somehow,I would so wanna believe in that notion that at that very instance of my creation,my other half was also being created.How can that be Jaz…?My mom is so much younger than my dad!Do not be an idiot silly!Just a picture of analogy…in the event,if there ever was a mould for a perfect heart…I believe that our hearts were split into two after it was casted and placed into two separate individuals.And at that very instant,the mould was purposely broken.The whole beauty of the mould can only be replicated when these two different individuals come together and fit those two separated hearts together…

What the f**k are you talking about Jaz?!

Never mind.Let me be lost in my own New Age beliefs.Heeeeeeee.

Undeniable chemistry.That is the essence.You need that…

Instances?

Same thoughts.That suffices.Once is luck.Twice is coincidence.Thrice is mutual understanding.More than that is undeniable chemistry.

ps : Try and love a friend,and you will have something. Try and love a soulmate, and you will have anything. Try and love me…and you will have everything.-Jazi

Creative sex…or lack of it…

Friday, January 6th, 2006

Sethw "on the day you die,you should donate that brain of yours to science" - kai.by far this was the best compliment a guy can ever give to another guy.might sound a bit morbid but hey,i appreciate the whole sincerety behind it.well,the reason behind the whole sms,i received from my brudder,kai,was a simple affair.i shared with him,a simple concept which i thought would be beneficial.i guess,he duly appreciated  the simple,yet ingenius,way of how i perceived things.hakz!which brings me to a very apt subject…creativity.

someone once asked me if creativity was a nurtured or inborn trait.somehow,people always have this perception that i am a creative freak in a way.although,i truly appreciate the acknowledgement…silently within,i know that,being creative does not come naturally.it is a result of concerted efforts.people who know me,are very well aware that i am well adept at drawing cartoons.in fact i am able to draw comic characters with my eyes blindfolded.seriously.this is not an effort to showboat a talent but to highlight a very poignant point that,talents are sometimes developed,not inborn.i still remember,the hours i put in when i was a kindergarden kid,in actually drawing line by line of comic book characters i traced.everytime i came back from school,i will just have myself seated in the hall with a jotter book,and a comic book,and dilligently tracing them.i proceeded to draw the characters on a free hand basis and over years,the skills got better.to those who actually saw me draw at a later age,it might seem to be a natural trait.but it’s not.i’ve been said to have natural artistic talent.for your info…i failed my O level arts.heeee.

my handwriting has been likened to a girl’s.neat and tidy.haha.if only anyone knew,how my knuckles were constantly knocked or caned by my late uncle,for everytime my handwriting was out of sync.if my "A" did not look right,i was made to write that letter a 100 times.seriously.once again,did this come naturally?inborn?nope…it was painful practice.

my literary expressions a natural affair?how far from the truth it is.it’s a matter of applying what i have read over the years.those who know me,are aware of just how an avid reader i am.i’ll die without anything to read.i’ve got this fetish for words.in fact i still practice this ‘kiddish’ habit of opening my dictionary almost every night before i sleep,to note down mentally the meaning of 5 new words i have never used before.sometimes,people are irked with my usage of words,thinking that i am just trying to be a linguistic airhead.but i am not.i just wanna experiment with any words worth the salt.someone once gave me this useful mantra which i hold true sometimes…"you can judge the success potential of a man,by listening to his vocabulary".it was given by my secondary school,literature teacher.an australian bloke.he was also the one who gave me the self belief when he told me this…"on that stage platform,the world is yours.people may not like what you say,but if you have to say it,say it for what it’s worth.in this world,the only way you can ever be unhappy,is by trying to please everyone,except yourself."how true.

my probable guess when it comes to women telling me that i am a bit of a creative person is only because,some people in their lives are not applying themselves fully.without any disrespect to any guys in particular,i just wanna express my frustration with the fact that sometimes,guys do act complacent.i am firmly with the belief that most of the times,the things that i did or planned to do,which are deemed creative,are actually simple things,any other guys can do…if only they take the extra effort.yes…that "if" is a very big word to use here.so guys,who come up to me and say…"jaz,you are creative with all this.i just do not have that creative capacity within me."it is seriously not the case.guys perhaps do not see the desperate need to sit down and just think.not think of stupid things.

you know how i came about being the thinking sorta person.simple.i was a nerd in school last time.a social misfit.i did not see myself as that sorta person,a girl would even give a second look.(even till now)i took that as a personal disadvantage.so i applied myself in areas where i saw myself being better.reading…drawing…writing…doing things…and some other things.i did not try at areas like dancing,singing…or kissing.i just tried at simpler things.now,if you were to put yourself in my position,where you knew that trying to get someone’s attention would require a greater amount of effort,would that not require some thinking out of the box scenarios coming into the equation?if a handsome,cool guy can clinch the girl by just proclaiming his affections,i would have to write those same words onto the petals of a rose,to even get the girl’s attention.no kidding.that was how bad my self perceptions were.when the guy buys a card…i make the effort to make one.over time…the thinking process became developed and i naturally began to think that,even the smallest,insignificant things need to be given a thought.i do not know if this is a bad trait to develop,but i seriously am not complaining.there are times when a simple dinner becomes elaborate…just because i wanted to just think about it.my personal view,is always about making that particular moment count.so being creative is seriously about taking the effort.i am not saying that being creative is easy…but it needs to start somewhere.this particular section of paragraph is intended for the guys.seriously.women deserve all the accolades,attention and special moments,we ought to think up for them.i have this bit of disagreement when special women individuals are given a normal treatment of being loved.yeah…they may not be complaining…but…just on integrity sake guys…treat them like queens or princesses.these same individuals are the ones who are gonna be your backbone in your later years.

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the guys and myself went for a rare night outing yesternight.a place named double o,up at mohamad sultan.i cannot exactly put to words what exactly it was…but i felt a bit sick,with certain things,when i got home.my mind was clearly disturbed.

facts i learned about myself.

  • i have zero tolerance for drunk girls
  • i have this niggling guilty feeling…of knowing that i should not be there…something along the lines of,while a loved one is asleep at home,i’m there?i know.sounds silly.whatever.
  • i have no qualms about pushing away a drunk girl who grinds her ass up my crotch,when i am leaning against the wall.it’s darn painful,idiot.hakz!
  • i claim no responsibility over the manhandling a drunk woman receives from cheap jerk asses.
  • i have no sympathy for a girl who gets drunk and puke all over herself.
  • i hope yakult or vitagen will be served in the future for women who clearly have no sense of alcoholic gauge barometer

okie,i’m being cruel here but,seriously…there is a bitter taste left in my mouth,upon observing certain things.Lord knows,just how many drunk women are literally hauled up by cheap jerkasses,after a night out…for a romping session.i am not kidding.there was this particular incident when i got out of the toilet and 3 cheap jerkasses actually tried to help a helpless drunk woman to her feet.this is what they said in direct translation…

"hey,she’s drunk man!let’s get her back at my home and we can have a session of s***wing!"

oh my God!i may not be that much of an angel myself…but that was too much.there is no sense of dignity in picking up a drunk girl,you cheap jerkasses!but at the same time,the sense of empathy,that woman deserved,was void within me.she probably deserved that session if Luck had its way.i am fine with a woman enjoying herself…but i’ll draw the line on her getting drunk.

but on the whole…being a guys night out.it was fun.my brudder kai was enjoying himself.i love it when i see him dance.still remember that night,during our secondary school camp,when the both of us just broke into an impromptu dance which got a rousing applause.both of us have that quirky amount of groove in us.kai has this recent distinct dancing move which i kinda quite noticed recently.a mixture of sean paul+elvis+tom jones+mr bean.it’s not an ugly sight,believe me.i’ve seen my fair share of stylish looking guys,dance with two left feet.my brudder kai,dances well…in a natural sense of way.it’s just natural groove thingy.he was hogging the platform…what else can i say?hahah.

the other brudder kay and myself are those sorta idiotic prickheads who sit down,smiling and enjoying our quiet sessions of philosophical insights.yeah.idiotic.kai aptly described us…"masyarakat penyayang"…"loving society" sorta guys.cannot help it.firstly,both of us…are just the sorta people who have no capacity to go up and dish out a line,whatever it may be.herman,another idiotic pal of ours.took a swipe…"quit that one woman man concept."hahaha.i laughed at that notion.there was a funny brudderly moment when kay held me by the shoulders and said something along the lines…"we both know what we are both working towards to,so maybe we should let ourselves loose tonight…etc"hahaha.i laughed at the notion too.it was idiotically funny.it sounded funny,coz there was a tinge of conscience ringing in there.but our glorified moment,which both of us acknowledege,was the fact that there was this chinese and malay girl who clearly flirted with us.it was evidently observed by the others too though.the most sickening thing was,kay and myself did not bother to reciprocate eventhough,these two girls deliberately moved across the floor,and danced right in front of us,while the both of us were seated.i do not know about kay…but i was too much of a chicken to do anything.i’m embarassed.gimme a stage platform with 2000 audience and i will hold my stand and give an eloquent speech.gimme a girl to ask for her name in a club…and i’ll pee in my pants.haaaaaaa.anyway,these girls clearly got sick of playing the teasing game…coz they went away after half an hour of gyrations.heeee.i am not proud of this…just amused.

later in the car…kay and myself agreed.we are too much of a lightweight in the clubbing scene.our ala romantic,sweep the girl off her feet concept,will never work in our favour.okie…dammit.i’m just fixated on one…hahahahaha.kill me.i’ll only dance with summer…bluweeeeeeeeek!hahahaha.

speaking of which…i am beginning to religiously listen to the song by Aslyn,entitled "When I Love You",every morning…it is so sweet.agreed by a few of my dear friends.and yes,i do mean the words literally.

i got back home from my soccer session earlier in the evening with lukman.i have to mention that i admire lukman’s marriage dynamics.i’ve always wanted to be like him,as a father,husband and son in law.he’s a doting father…with 3 kids.lovely and intelligent kids i must say.he has a maid to take care of these kids.as a husband,he is clearly attentive of his wife’s needs and whims.it helps that his wife whom i know personally too…is one hella woman.independent and yet so loving.every friday,while lukman is out for his soccer sessions,the wifey will be shoping with a colleague in town and lukman will head to fetch his wifey home after our soccer session.sweet man.simple family with lotsa love.and they love travelling.that’s the best thing.i realised that he actually has been an extended family of mine.cool.i like the whole positive picture of how a family ought to be,is portrayed aptly by lukman’s.and lukman is very much the young at heart kinda character…

on this final note…i love Life even more nowadays.i have so many bright things to look forward to."Turn Me On"…hehehehe.i am planning for another small retreat…kiss me…squeeze me…caress me…hakz!

ps:between a glass of vodka and a glass of teh tarik…i prefer the latter.heeee.i enjoy guy’s company.oh yeah…did i mention that,i got lotsa lingering smiles from unknown guys at that place.haaaaaha.someone did the noticing for me.malay peepz are rich cheap jerkasses.they can afford a $20 bucks cover charge,yet stumble on a $20 monthly premium for their financial plan.gosh!i cannot relate the connections…yet.whatever makes them happy.

That’s when i love you…

Thursday, January 5th, 2006

Wall Specially For Summer…

Artist: Aslyn Lyrics
Song: That’s When I Love You Lyrics

When you have to look away
When you dont have much to say
Thats when I love you
I love you, just that way
To hear you stumble when you speak
Or see you walk with two left feet
Thats when I love you
I love you, endlessly
And when your mad cuz you lost a game
Forget Im waiting in the rain
Baby i love you,
I love you anyway
Heres my promise made tonight
You can count "on" me for life
Thats when i love you
When nothing you do can change my mind
The more I learn, The more I love
The more my heart cant get enough
Thats when I love you,
WhenI love you no matter what
So when you turn to hide your eyes
Cause the movie it made you cry
Thats when I love you
I love you a little more each time
And when you cant quite match your clothes
Or when you laugh at your own jokes
Thats when I love you
I love you, more than youll know
And when you forget that we had a date
Or that look that you get when you show up late
Baby I love you, I love you anyway
Heres my promise made tonight
You can count "on" me for life
Thats when i love you
When nothing you do can change my mind
The more I learn, The more I love
The more my heart cant get enough
Thats when I love you,
When I love you no matter what
Thats when I love you
When nothing baby
Nothing you do could change my mind
The more I learn, The more I love
The more my heart cant get enough
Thats when I love you,
When I love you no matter what
No matter what

The art of body language…

Monday, January 2nd, 2006

my brudder kai has finally succumb to my infectious lyrical syndroms.i was vilified last night for being a bit of an emotive freako for putting up lyrics up in my blog entries.but lo and behold…he has one up at his too.~chuckles~you see bro,that is one thing you can never run away from.at the end of the day,the heart will overrule any rational judgements,we airhead guys have.so,i shall spare you the blushes this time,and just congratulate you.welcome to the woose club,sicko.i know it’s a one off thingy,but i am gonna glorify this moment for you.

my other brudder,kay,was the epitome of love inc.i love that guy.he represents that part of me so lost long ago.ever principled in the notion that chilvary and kindness will conquer all.there is nothing that i will take away from him,coz taking that essence of his beliefs will make him a lesser man.that much i believe.in fact,i think that kai and myself share this silent vow of commitment that should at any point of time,a moronic woman,ever attemps to take kay for granted,we are gonna personally tie her up to a tree,and let red ants get loose all over her.that is how much,i believe in my brudder kay.kay brought up a very noteworthy statement about an issue we discussed."jaz,i’m sure that at this age,and the number of relationships we had,we would be able to treasure the value of a woman’s worth.so i am pretty sure you know what someone means to us."aptly put.to any woman reading this…please take heart that it was said in good faith.kai and myself are the cynics of us three.kay is the voice of reason that says,"…there is still hope."there are times when in relating to kay,i wish i could just hold him by the shoulders and shake him up,in an effort to ask him to get a grip on his hopeful endeavours.but,when i stop and ask myself quietly,what i would do if i was in his position…i am silently telling myself that i would have done exactly the same thing.believing that love conquers all.i admire kay,for his silent hope for the object of his affections.i am sure,somewhere out there,someone would admire me for that trait too.kai too.that mophobic brudder of mine is so hardened on the outside but i know just the pain he has to go through in denying some things in his life.he’s a softie too.the three of us are softies with cracks in that hardened personality.

when i have my big day…these two peepz have been earmarked to be my best men along with randy.not because they are close to me or for the length of time we knew each other.but more of because of the significance each idiot (hee) had contributed to my road of self discovery.they will understand the whole journey i undertook in the first place.who says wedding regulations needed only one best man?i’ll break that conventionality.i’ll have three.

talking about marriage…again…did anyone read that sunday edition of the new paper?the one where they discussed about the current trend of malay men getting hitched with vietnamese women.my aunt was ranting all over in my house saying,"hey you guys…(in reference to her sons,my cousins)…if you wanna get married,do marry a local malay girl.there is no apparent need for a foreign girl.that is why our malay girls are not married."when i went out of my room and took the paper to read,i was left gobsmacked.was telling myself,"my aunt must be crazy.with this kinda vietnamese girl,even i would opt to marry them man."~chuckles~but in all seriousness,the pictures of the girls displayed were splendid.i was attracted.my aunt could just sneer when i mentioned that i would not mind being married off to that kinda vietnamese girls.heeeee.best thing is,the whole wedding package,which was inclusive of even a honeymoon,cost an amazing $12,888!crazy world.throw in freebies and perks such as "deeply religious wife.able to perform household chores with ease.",what else can a man ask for?hahahaha.okie,so the guy mentioned in the news,aged 25,might sound a bit ridiculous and dodgy,but hey…if love had its way,why not.i’m intrigued though…how would the communication be?heeee.like i mentioned to my two brudders…the only universal language that i know is applicable in that kinda instances…is body language.no kidding.i did not know why my brudders were cracking in jest.anything wrong with that?try blowing into my ears…without saying anything.i will know what you want.hahahahahaha.

talking about body language…i had this memorable experience of going out with this hearing and speech impaired gal i met over the net.it was a fun experience coz,my mode of communication was actually writing on a notepad or typing it out on an sms.it was queer in some ways when we had eyes ogling at our conversation.i did not give a shit in the sense that i was just enjoying the experience of relating differently to another human being.i am just a bit overly compassionate when impairments and handicaps are in the equation.coz taking care of handicap peepz are special.i know,coz i took care of my late paraplegic uncle before.at the age of seven till ten,i was duly in charge of bathing him and digging faeces from his rectum.i dressed his wounds,dressed him.gosh i miss him.hazlee was his name.if ever was there a father in my life…he was it.i owed what i am today,largely to him.my childhood was dysfunctional.it took an impaired man like him,to pave the path of normality for me.tsk.where was i?oh yeah…so,it was kinda fun relating to that girl.but she was independent to the tee.i respected that.

it’s been a month since i last stepped out of my house after 11pm.i’ve not been out to pubs?wow,that’s new.ahakz!the highlights of 2005 was,like i said before,was actually the nightlife.during the period of june to august,i was literally out,on alternate nights visiting places.i was a bit lost during those dark moments.(read june entry)hahahaha.it’s a lame excuse.things are not exactly as how i perceived it was meant to be.for starters…i learned that,in the game of pick ups,it’s not always the coolest that walks off with a girl by the arms.sometimes,it’s the lamest,but genuinely daring guy that succeeds.sometimes,it’s the sincerest.people like me who observe things from a far are never in the game.i am still with this notion that,it is just so not me…to even try.not because i am too chicken.i cannot even envision myself belting out a cheesy line of acknowledgement.that’s me.period.i am just too lost in my own thoughts to even try.there was however one defining moment,which brings a small smile to myself every now and then.it was a particular outing to this silly hole,desire2,at mohamad sultan.5 guys.4 dancing guys.myself alone to attend to the drinks.girls coming along and asking why i was being such a sour grape for not dancing.i just laughed.noticed this cute lil’ thing dancing and making out with a buddy of mine.amusing.after rounds of dances…this cute little thing and her pals took a rest.guess she noticed me,observing her,coz she motioned  me to join her,dancing…which i politely refused.so after the night was over,i went outside while my chumps were going around collecting the girls’ numbers.i saw this old lady making her way down the road carrying what looked like lighted roses.the ones that had blinking lights.at that same instance,that sweet lil’ thing came out of the club.i do not know which demonic beezelbub came over me,but what i did was embarrasingly atrocious.i went to the old lady,bought a $10 stalk of pink,blinking rose…went over to that sweet lil’ thing…and gave it to her,to the astonishment of her pals and mine."hi…for you!"silly me…when she finally recollected herself and asked,"what’s your name?wanna exchange numbers?"…this idiot said,"it’s allrite."…what the f**k was that for?i blew myself up at that instant,coz she just shrugged in disbelief and i turned and walked away.needless to say…the whole week,my rendezvous was the subject of the most sickening ‘gentlemanly’ jokes contrived by my mat-ish pals.you see…it’s true.i suck at getting to know people.women especially.the ones that dwell in pubs and clubs terrifies me.i am so convinced that my wife will have a hubby who had never attempted  to pick a girl up at any clubbing holes.coz in moments when my gun is needed,is shoot myself in the head.~chuckles~

some pick up lines one can use accoding to occupations…

university cancer researcher to a woman lighting up : -

"hey,that’s cool.i’m sure you know too,that smoking does not cause cancer.cancers are caused by hereditary genes that mutated itself to become cancerous cells.geee…it’s cool huh?"

ps:sorrie honey…i have to put that one down.

financial consultant to a woman over at the bar : -

"i don’t suppose buying you a drink would be a problem on my finances,would it?"

ps:i have never and will never use this line.i’ll be out of the club and at A&E sooner than you can say,"Gosh!"

teacher to a woman dancing :-

"by any chance would it interest you that i am so adept at teaching biology,chapter 22?oh.what is chapter 22?it’s about the human bodies."

ps: any teacher attempting this line should have an insurance worth more than his HDB flat.seriously.

at the end of the day…whatever makes you happy!

now that i noticed…i am a bit lame when it comes to picking up women.gosh!well,that is one dilemma i am not bothered to rectify.i am busy working on the more interesting things in life…like convincing people that smoking does contributes to cancer.that researcher geek…ought to be hanged on a tree,smothered with honey from NTUC Fairprice,and left with red ants on the kalahari desert.okie i’m kidding.gosh.

Im20in20love20with20seth20cohen

ps: i am still amused with the fact that some people actually think that i am a smoker.gosh.it’s sad,but my lips never ever got a taste of it.tsk.the closest i ever came to smoking was in primary two,when i bought those fake chewing gum cigarrettes.it was a fad.i’m always told…"jazi,don’t preach your no smoking beliefs.it is a lifestyle choice for people.you dont have any rights."and i always nod in agreement."…noted.i just wonder if,that is the lifestyle choice,made by that body."i have this cartoonish vision of me telling my loved one,if she is a smoker,"hey dear…i love you.here’s a pack of cigarettes.kill me slowly."wahahahahaah.naaaaaah…i’ not that vicious.i believe in people.smoking is a habit.and habits change…God willing.if not for themselves…it will be for their loved ones..heeeeeee.i’m great with smokers!

Summer breeze of 2006…

Sunday, January 1st, 2006

it is so painfully tempting to try and start off a new year’s entry with a recollection of how my 2005 went past by.but then again,i guess it will be obnoxiously self delusional to say that i can fondly recall what really happened in the year of 2005.however there were highlights which will probably be noteworthy of a mention…

month of january :-

i got myself qualified for a mini sales convention that was truly an inspiration.the fact that i was the sole qualifier based on my own personal efforts was truly gratifying.

month of february :-

i did not celebrate valentine’s day.i got to know a sweet,cutie pie named ayu.

month of march :-

my birthday.nuthing worth remembering except for the part where i had a treat from my colleagues at swensens.birthday present from ayu.a pink sweater.still a treasured item.

month of april :-

miscommunication and ayu was out of my life faster than a speeding bullet.concentrated on my work again…reprieve.

month of may :-

work and more work.

month of june :-

work and more work.office politics came into play.people started becoming disillusioned.got to know my now buddy…randy ashmooni.

month of july :-

work and more work.was not even thinking about women.agus emilyadi,my client gave me my first taste of nightlife at carnival chijmes.

month of august :-

school of achievers began for me.became more focused with my work.it was just me,my guy friends,my nightlife…and nothing else.

month of september :-

serendipity made her appearance.got my first taste of bonus.went to bangkok.went to a resort with my agency.

month of october :-

final round of hardwork.sweetest ramadhan spent ever.came in third for school of achievers.

month of november :-

shutdown month.syawal.

month of december :-

i found myself all over again.i found the reason to start building things all over again.i found aryani.i found dreams.i found all things beautiful.i found my Life.

2005 done and over with.period.

i am tingling with anticipation of what 2006 has to offer.the gears had been set in motion.i think i know how i work…basically,i am driven by faith that people have in me.not saying that i do not have self belief.it’s just that,undenying faith from treasured loved ones gimme that extra edge over any other obstacles.always believed that i just need one person,to have that one faith in me,to gimme that one reason to strive for the extraordinary things in life.i have to agree when people tell me that i am one shortchanged individual who is full of unfulfilled potential.i think they have been seeing what i refused to see in myself.

2006 is gonna be great coz i’ve got two major babies i need to deliver.my kreativwerkz ideas of 2003 and 2004 has finally found its needed directions.from the skeletal framework…things are looking promising.something else that i discovered about myself is the fact that i need someone who gives me that areas of focus.i’m like a wild horse sometimes.full of raw passion and ideas but lacking in a definite purpose.a complementary working partner that understands the dynamics of defining my ideas is perfect.great.all i need to do,is just to execute them.been a while since i became all lively and passionate all over again about a venture.now i understand what makes successful people succeed at what they do.they never give up on their ideas.they merely apply it at a better opportunity.Henry Ford could not have made the automobile if he lived in the Middle Ages.great ventures need great associations.

Normal_02 Seth will be a major source of needed inspiration for me this year.people have been asking me about the sudden association of me and seth.who is summer?why summer?why seth?why undeniable?i am seriously not at a liberty to give people the answers they might crave for.have all the conspirancies you want.i am happy the way things are.seth is a cartoonist.so am i.seth is a dork.so am i.seth is being himself.so am i.seth is just a social misfit at times.so am i.seth adores summer.so do i.seth married to summer?was never found out in the OC series.~chuckles~

the fact is,seth means a lot to me.and if summer means a lot to seth,then i suppose it should apply to me too,right?who is summer again?hell…beats me.one thing is for sure…seth liked summer since he was 10.so maybe,my summer came from there too.heeeeee.

oh yeah…my jersey for my soccer team is imprinted with the name seth.

i have a couple of things i wanna do and achieve this season around…and it revolves basically around the ideas i had in my life…great!

seth.summer.undeniable.chemistry.boat.journey.

that’s 6 ideals for 2006.period.

the 7th ideal…destination.

2007.

ps: life does not get simpler because you see things in a more simplified manner.it gets simpler because,you have someone to weed out the confusions…