my whines…

Relaxed. That is how I feel right now. The calm,splattering sounds of rain drops outside coupled with the soulful serenade of the Arabic nasheed I just purchased,just blows me into that imaginary mind frame of sitting by a window in a wooden house somewhere peaceful and serene. Been a long time since I just felt a radiant overwhelming glow of peace within. And to think I am just in the confines of my small room. It’s the rain, I believe.

I purchased a book from Toko Warisan yesterday evening. Entitled Yajuj & Majuj. For the uniniated, this two components are essentially the prescribed signs of doomsday. Meaning, that the appearance of these races will signify the coming of the End of Days. I truly wonder,if there is anyone out there who might have the same keen interest as me in these areas. Somehow,the ignorance of knowledge is so saddening to note. People nowadays are more preoccupied with the pursuit of earthly/academic knowledge that sometimes does not make sense at all in terms of relevance. I am an advocate of lifelong learning,but one might wanna take heed also on the various aspects of knowledge. Anyway, this small book entails the works of a ‘ulama who had painstakingly travelled the world,in order to unravel the significance behind this prophecy. The prophecy says the walls of Dzulkarnain will tumble and these two tribes/races of people will come forth pouring into the world,creating destructions and mayhems all around. The question is,where is this wall and who are these so called tribes? Painstakingly, with chiling evidences, we are made to realise that the aforementioned prophecy is already fulfilled. I shall leave the intricate details,but it will be wise to note that yes,the prophecy is indeed being fulfilled. Frighteningly so.

But of course, why should we worry? We are not in the business of needing to know such stuffs? Right? Well, maybe not. Ignorance has its price. The recent rally by the PM created a fanfare of discussion. Within the Malay Muslim community,much was discussed,with the integral component of money being constantly mentioned. I hate to always be that sorta anti malay mentality sorta maverick,but for heaven’s sake,why did a stupid question such as “how can I afford to go for hajj,if the Government delays my retirement payout?came about.my question is…

1. where in the world did the obligation of performing the hajj fall on the age bands of 52 years old and above?

2. why are we banking on the cpf payouts to supplement the affordability of such an obligation,when one,in their younger days scooted around the globe,to bangkok,batam,us,australia and so forth without batting an eyelid? Malay Muslims are majorly trapped between two indulgences. Firstly, is the perceived security and comforts of an employed job. True. It’s the essence of a society. An economy runs on such systems of an employer-employee dynamics. But, it cannot run in that sense for everyone. Scary shit is when every boy-man goes through the ranks of national service and then proclaim allegiances to the monthly payments of signing on. Being a teacher/nurse/cisco officer/etc may also be ‘the’ way of stability. No qualms about that. But the big worry is about the stagnantion of mind for progress. Being in those jobs should be ‘the’ platform to catapult an individual to be the best par excellent model in the industry. Rather than confine yourself to a pay package which is predetermined by the general industry consensus? It does not make sense. If you are in the career as mentioned, from the intention of passion and sincerety, I hope and pray that one has the vision and foresight to wanting to achieve further than that. If you are a teacher…be the best teacher that other folks in other countries will seek out for. Not be the premier elite in your satisfactory neighbourhood primary school. I believe some of my friends in the teaching industry deserve and will demand the needed economic validation for their prowess and innate quality,and not settle for mediocrity. A $3k pay packet a month,is what the rich indonesian gives out for zakat,each month. I’m not kidding.

Back to the issue of the government’s call on the need to raise retirement age,I say,why should people grumble and act in disbelief. You play on the turf,you play by the rules. One should have anticipated,such a legislation or policy to come into place. What’s so surprising? You mean,you wanna serve in the government sector,get small promotions along the way,and then given the golden handshake later on when you are deemed surplus? Come on. Or worse still,expet your children to feed you? They have their own financial battles up in their hands. Read the news. Malay-muslim society are still grappled by teenage problems. How parents-children relationships are to be enhanced and so forth. It’s so passe. Why such an intense focus and need for those neverending sexuality programs. You leave society to take care of your children? When it comes to financial programs,every pakcik makcik flocks to those “how to get rich” programs.It’s excellent initiative without a doubt,but as I always affirm,why create something you cannot protect?ie:need for insurance. I’m always given the rejection nod when it comes to financial protection by families who do not see it as a priority. Pity their families. When I explain about retirement planning,they laugh off my suggestions for the purchase of an annuity. Look who is laughing now with the Government’s proposed compulsory purchase of an annuity for everyone. The secret towards building a house,is in knowing where to place the door,and when to place the roof. Think about it.

my knee and me…

past two weeks had been kinda bittersweet.to start off,i had a foothold in my august production month with quite a substansial amount of cases generated.in fact it was welcoming to at least have myself be in the top 10 producing planners even if it was on just a momentary basis.prior to that,on the eve of national day,i had my humorous and speech evaluation contest organised.it was nerve wrecking,because frankly,i had no speech contents to be presented.well,somehow,marriage and relationships became my core idea and i expounded further on that.as told by a member of the audience,"jaz,you were brilliant.marriage and poking fun at yourself are essentially perfect ingredients for a humorous session."guess,i delivered satisfactory enough cause i bagged the champion trophy.if preparation was the problem for my speech contest,then it must be nerve that hindered me during my evaluation segment.as my bro pointed out,i was not at my optimum best during the evaluation.i agreed with him.i had been better.but somehow,with the grace of luck and God,i bagged the champio trophy for the evaluation contest.as usual,i was happy with my accomplishments,but i am always happier that my bro and myself got ourselves a trophy to bring home.that’s all that mattered.

last week,my dreaded nightmare came true.i’ve always had this creepy vision that i will bust my knee badly one fine day.truth be told,it happened during the last league match of the season.the snapping sound in my knees confirmed my worst fears and tryuly compounded my misery.the inability to walk came foremost to my mind.the process of healing and its duration made me feel sorry for myself.the words "i told you so…" echoed like some deathly cries.but i knew the pain at last.i felt vindicated somehow.there was this moment though when as i was dropping off from my bro’s bike,that i lost the footing on my right knee and fell abruptly.the excruciating pain can only be described as hollow.a blank emptiness filled my mind.i was barely moving for a while.it was pain of the highest order in the lines of injuries that i’ve ever had.i’ve broken my fingers,collar bone and lost a meniscus here and there,but the pain i felt was totally something else.

anyway…on a good note.i learned a few valuable health pointers from my bro.he’d been through such an event and thus the experience was helpful for me.

august is ending soon…it’s a good month.

FUNK IT!!!

dear hijazi,you are such a smashing bloke.not only are you charming,you are also the wittiest guy i’ve ever met…

signed with lotsa lust,

your Numero Uno fan.

it’s hard to say exactly how one might feel if he or she were to receive a fan mail such as that.i’ve never received one,but hey…everyone can dream.talking about lust,i have this ultimate lust with the new manchester united jersey.the way it clings sexily on a well toned body,makes me drool with admiration.the fact that my body is probably on its way to the desired sculpt and definition makes the purchase so much more enticing.

anyway,today whislt walking alng the old block of flats behind my office in the morning,i saw this frail and hunched elderly chinese lady bending down faithfully to feed a can of tunas to 3 cats.the reflection i got upon seeing that was about how rezki or sustenance is indeed promised.even cats get their fair share of sustenance wihout probably working for it.people always asked me why the non muslims can be so wealthy?people like bill gates,sim wong hoo and blah…blah…are all freaking wealthy.my answer to that is to look at the amount of fortune they had given back to society in gratitude.our muslims somehow fail to realise this,or rather a certain quarters in our malay society fail to see this.like the recent news on the lavish wedding blah…blah as reported in the newspaper.the last quote left me bemused…"…this is to show that malays can do it if they want to…etc"the statement is true.no doubt.it’s just that…to be highlighted that you had spent a whooping amount of wealth for a wedding denotes a lack of foresight.look at the society in general…if you are the exception to the common mat or minah,justify that by bringing good and benefits to the masses.why not have an article about someone splurging that money on philanthropy.donation it seems,is beyond them.poor them.

anyway,all’s well if they choose their aths of contention.they created their wealth,they deserve to spend it in whatever way possible.it’s just unfortunate that no asatizah’s bothered to write a comment on that.people were more busy on the mundane technicalities of the HOTA.cannot help but feign the ignorance.if one chooses to ponder on the mosquitoes of a problem and fail to highlight and think about the elephants of the issues,what can we ever do.

ramadhan’s approaching.i’m pregnant with bated anticipation.soemow without realising on a conscious level,i am approaching 27 years of age.damn.i’m old.gone were the days when i can cite being young as the reason for being unfaithful or just plain flirtatious.you know,somehow…temptations of the skin kind nowadays are just so damn…frank,outright and plain.cleavages fill my eyes every morning without fail,and that is the beauty of public transport.once the vespa or rx8 is on sight,i’m gonna miss the public rides.it was funny how this morning,a malay girl that was wearing a plunging neckline showcasing ample bosoms had a heaving time trying to pull her blouse up,as scores of beady eyes ogle on her.pity her.misake number one was to wear that plunging neckline.mistake number two was to sit down in a crowded train ride.god bless her.

gosh.

life has gotten a bit stale.need a new challenge.thinking of getting into modelling.what say you?

ps:selfish indulgence always brings about a demise of integrity.