Undeniable

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.

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!

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