Agenda One

You know what they say about integrity.It’s something people discover.It’s never something you can claim to have.I learned this while having lunch with Kai.As much as I know that I may have disappointed my bro with regards to certain planned trips in the past,I’ve been making the effort to make and keep my commitment.I realized also during the chat,(after it was told that that the July Bangkok trip was canceled without my knowledge),that it was vital and important for me to honor my words.Granted in the past,I truly had legitimate reasons for canceling planned overseas trips.Heh.But my point is,I will wanna make things happen,and not be another picket fence over the grass.Painted pretty but never certain reliable.Thus,I know I will make the extra effort to go KL and Bangkok with my partner and Kai.Truth be told,I’ve been to trips with Kai,and I’ve never been disappointed.Definitely,Old Trafford and Amsterdam will remain high on the agenda.And yes…no dumb excuses,("But you are married Jaz!")will even be spouted.

I’ve been "elected" as Vice President of Public Relations for this upcoming term of 2008-2009.Kai got the Membership portfolio.Heh.There was a lack of democracy in the way it was conducted,the AGM,that is.Well,for each portfolio,only one candidate’s name was put forth,seconded and therefore assumed taken.I did however decided to spice things up by putting forth another Muslim guy’s name(Mubeen) to the fore,for the position of Sergeant At Arms.I knew there was another bloke up for contention.Thus just to add a bit of flavor,the position had to be contested by default of my proposed name,and the candidate had to both present a 3 minutes winning rallying cry.As expected,Mubeen lost.Moral of the Story,"If you cannot beat them,you can,
1.Join them
2.Avoid them or
3.Make things just a little bit difficult!

Anyway,I had also been put forth to serve as an Area Governor.I take it as a good challenge in my capacity as a leader.Honestly,I’m comfortable with the prospect of leading.supervising and working with those people around my age group.The challenge for these groups that will be under my charge is that 99% of these people will be twice as old as I am.Hopefully,by the kind Grace of Allah,I’ll survive the coming term unscathed.Hahaha.Was told by my executive committee also that I was nominated as the Toastmaster of the Year.I really do not know if I had indeed deserved such accolades,but am the sort who believes that such things are temporary.I am egoistical,but I also recognize the valid contributions by those around me.I will not be the speaker I am now if not for the fact that I’ve learned many beautiful facets of the Communication Quotient.By people around me.To people around me.

In the evening after the meeting,headed down to Peninsula Plaza,for a brief "BootWatching Your".My eyes gleaned over the new Lotto Twist N Go boot.A revolutionary concept that has a rotating and twisting stud located just at the point where one’s toe should be.The rationale was on the simple premise that the point was indeed the pivotal spot for all the dynamic movements of a footballer.Logic goes,that if it is twisting,it will accommodate the rapid directional changes that happen during the course of the game.Cool yah?With a recently injury prone player like me wandering around,such novelties will come in handy.Especially,if it aids the movement of the knees.Damn.I’ve been injured for the past years in all the wrong places.When footballers merely sprain their thighs or twists their ankles,I’ve had a broken collarbone,a broken finger and a damaged menial ligament.How professionally convenient.

We proceeded to Funan Centre then,and had the most childish half an hour on the X Box consoles located at the Challenger store.We played Virtua Fighter.The station consoles clearly stated that playability was restricted to only 15 minutes per session,but these two mophobic  idiots,played for half an hour,whilst standing up,without a care as to the crowd gathering to watch me walloped my bro’s characters to smithereens.My total wins was 15 compare to his 6.Hehe.I’m good.I’m a tactical fighter.If you are big and punch high,I’ll squat and punch your groin.

Art of War Tip: Know your enemy,know yourself and half the battle is won.The other half is knowing what buttons to press to defend.

Just as a closing note,one should listen to this beautiful sing called "Burdah" by Mesut Kurtis.It’s beautiful.

Salamz for now…

ps: Thoughts of the Day.There is much to Life than just thinking that you are just part of the society.Your life itself is a society by its own accord.

With You…

You know what a true man Chris Brown is when you see him slide his shoes through the turfs so effortlessly.It’s just like watching Michael Jackson when he was just the naive brown guy without the nose job.Anyway,Chris’s song,"With You" has been an endearing favorite of mine.Along with One Republic’s "Apologize",they sure rank as the hit songs of 2007-2008.For me at least.

So David Cook,has finally been crowned American Idol.It brought a tear to my glistening eyes,as I recalled my days of auditioning for our very own Idol show.I was grimly reminded of this,when two weeks ago,a player from the opposing social soccer team I was playing against,came up and said,"Hey,you auditioned for the Singapore Idol Season 2 right?"I do not know if it was supposed to leave me fluttering or wincing.It’s bad memories man.To think I stayed up the whole night,without the accompaniment of any chicks.Just me,my inner passion and my faithful handphone awaiting for calls of support.It never came obviously.Anyway,that was the season Hady won.So,the next best thing was to perhaps just get a picture with him to serve as a remembrance for my legacy about how close I came to the Singapore Idol.Wahahaha.

I was supposed to meet someone just two days ago,but that was the second time I had to be denied the opportunity.Well,something’s are indeed just not meant to be.Ahakz.

I accompanied my bro Kai to collect his X box the other day at yishun.Gosh.The area brought a flood of memories,since I stayed there for a good portion of my life.Kai did ask if the place brought back memories.I nodded in my heart,but shook my head.
Of course it did.That was where I used to date his cousin,who is now happily married with two kid.Ouch.Oh yeah,funnily enough,just a day after that,I saw the girl I dated who was a friend of Kai’s cousin,whom she had introduced.And that lady was also married with a kid.Best thing was,her husband recognized me instantly.(The husband,who was way back then just a boyfriend,had a tiff with me before)I wanted to laugh.Gosh,how times have passed.I’m 27 for heaven’s sake.IN three years,I’m 30.Just almost 10 years ago,I was so much in limbo,as an ITE student.Falling in and out of relationships,not knowing what to do and just messing around.Now…am a grown man with no kids.(laughs)

I’ve been thinking about some friends of mine the past few weeks.I do not know whether it’s something to be saying out loud,but just two years ago,at East Coast,I was chided by Summer Roberts,"I just am not sure Jaz.You seem the sort who do not know what you want in life."Gulp.Oh yeah…been a while indeed.Now I am so convinced that I’ve always knew what I wanted,albeit the methodologies may be a bit unorthodox.Sigh.Once again,like so many times,am so sure I knew what I was doing then.I miss those people in my life.No matter in what state of life they are in now.The course I attended just last week pointed out that when someone lays dying,he will be brought through the tunnel of his life,as vivid recollections passed one by.It’s scary and sad.Cause,I know it’ll be filled with images of people I loved…but that’s just Life eh?

The Heart.An Enigma.

ps: I cannot be the only one thinking like this right?Heh.

Emotional & Spiritual Quotient

Some people may have been looking for the sheer meaning behind their existence.Some may never find it.Some like myself,may have just been God blessed to have been given a glimpse on the true purpose to Life.

ESQ 165 was a 3 days course,my unit manager had sent me for on the 17th -19 th of the Month.I was keen on the prospect of attending the course as I had prior to this,read the book.The book was a revelation for it discussed principles which tied in perfectly with some suspicions of mind that the holy book,Quran indeed had everything a Man might ever want to know.The basis of the principles lie in the 1 faith,6 main beliefs and 5 obligations that is placed on the shoulders of each Muslim.the founder of the principles Dr Ary Ginanjar had skilfully and convincingly woven the whole intricacies of the Quran into a systematic way of living life,as a leader and follower.The ESQ 165 basically means,Emotional Spiritual Quotient based on those given numbers.Think Anthony Robbin’s with a spiritual touch.

Anyway,the whole affair of the workshop was an eye opener.And I really mean literally.I’m not the sort who is easily impressed or mystified by things but the workshop was definitely one for highlight.The Fridays session started out in the morning with my colleagues and I arriving punctually in eager anticipation.Needless to say I was the most enthusiastic.Having read the book and having attended the preview,I was sure I was gonna pck up some damn fine stuffs.

The whole session started with a bang.An introduction was done of the course and then it was…SPIRITUAL TIME!!!

I will very much like to discuss the 3 days session in detail,but I’m thinking that it is perhaps redundant.The spiritual aspects of the workshop was indeed intensified throughout and there was pplenty of wailing,crying and sobbing as each and everyone of the participants withered under the strains of self realisation and admission.What I truly gathered from the whole sessions.was the remarkable miracle that of the Quran.To think that 14 centuries ago,our beloved Prophet Muhammad pbuh had mentioned,about the creation of the universe,as inspired by God.It’s only in the 21st century that the theory of the Big Bang is being expounded.It was frightening yet inspiring.

Truth be told,I did leave the workshop being a better Muslim first,a better human being second.Because now,my conviction is realised.

 

 

Thank God I Found You…

 

I was overwhelmed with a short spurt of boyish dilemma a while ago.Getting myself caught between the legs of two gorgeous women was just a bit too much for a Friday evening.Blame Kai for it.Mentioning Giselle and Adriana in the same sentence structure with God’s gift to Man was blasphemous.Okie,so he did not say that.But he did say that Giselle was the Boobs of Brazil.

I’ve never dated a model.Now that I’m married,I definitely will never date a model.Of course,a model dating me is a different perspective altogether.But,that’s not my point.I was wondering the consequences I will probably face if I ever did manage to get hold of a model’s 8 digit mobile number.Contemplating about models will never be a passe past time.Frankly,with the exception of my wife,Andrea Fonseca,Fiona Xie,Jessica Lieu,Eunice Olsen and  Beatrice Chia,I don’t consider anybody else as models.I’ve been told before that models have the worst self esteem.The need to look good has deprive them of the contentment of being beautiful.Poor group of people.But I personally do not mind.Any models with any state of mind and confidence are good enough for me.

But talking about Adriana,Brazil is indeed a place I wanna visit.For the beaches of their Rio De Janeiro.Watching women and men in skimpy two pieces,one piece or no piece will be a challenge for a perfect sighted man like me.Wonder what it will do for myopic men though.Gorgeous beaches,gorgeous babes and gorgeous soccer balls.It’s a man’s paradise.

Mother’s day is tomorrow,but my family has already done their bit of celebrations.My sis catered food from this outlet called Islamic catering or something.It was okie enough.My sis took the bulk of the initiative to get the whole celebrations done.Cute of her.I was just wondering if they would ever consider having a Brother’s day.Waahahaha.

Deliriously bereft of ideas…shit!

 

Conceiving the Concept

I was Toastmaster of the Evening at my club’s chapter meeting a while ago.The Language Evaluator introduced two explicit words.Conceive & Concept.Just thought that it might be cool to add it into my entry today.

Just 10 minutes ago,I had the privilige of having a chat with my Capt,of my social soccer team,about recent developments in the team’s website posts/comments.Apparently,some context of the posts were misconstrued and taken in bad light by some recipients.The coolest thing about the whole Desperate Housewives back biting comments was just the small fact that had me saying,”Why am I not surprised?”.I mean,there are times when I believe that guys/men have a mean bitchy streak in them that comes out clawing for no apparent reason at times.To take simple English words and turn it into a vendetta is what guys do best,at times.But as Capt rightfully highlighted,such events are good eye openers,as you truly get to witness in naked glory,a man’s value and character.Or the lack of it for that matter.

Talking about words,I still have that ringing theme of having heard someone mentioned,whe I asked what was a memorable trait about me,and I was said to be a sweet talker.One thing I cannot fathom is why of all traits,I had to be remembered as a s sweet talker.But I realised that it is a contradiction at best.Theoratically,at which stage of a friendship,would you want or need your friend to be a bitter talker.A doomsday advocate.A conspiracy theorist.Or just a critic.Everyone wants,someone,who always,if not most of the time,says sweet honeyed things.Right?Let’s just put a filter through the eyes of understanding and ask,”What if everyone was just sweet talking me?”.The fact is,it’s happening.I’ve come to realise,that I shall not beat myself to death over such things.I was just fulfilling my responsibilities as an acquaintance.If sweet talking is a taboo,abolish the act of praises.

Eg:

Hi Jaz

 

It’s Tim here. How are you? I hope you are doing well

 

Would you be free on Wed, 7 May? I would like to invite you to either PE or LE at Raintree. With your charming speaking style and sweet smile, I am sure our new members will really be inspired by you

Kindly let me know if you could visit us

 

Warmest regards,

Is that not an example of sweet talking?This is even worse.It’s through email.(lol)

The world is a happier place because of sweet talkers.*smiles*

I need a good sex.

It has been lingering on my mind for the past week.A confession that kinda brought about an enlightened sense of,”What the fish…”.A close friend’s predicament told,led me to ask the inevitable question,”So what do you feel like doing?”The curt,bashful yet unexpected answer was,“I need a good sex!”

Truth be told there was nothing wrong with that.Everyone needs a good sex every now and then.It’s just like how I need a good game of soccer every weekend.A desirable wish but rarely achieved.

Anyway,back to the statement.The reason I was kinda hovering on that question for a while was because,I was trying to figure out visually how a good sex ought to feel like.Or in my friend’s case,the basis upon a comparison can be made between bad and good sex.I wanted to explore the subject with her,but considering the fact that I am a married man with six kids…(yah right),I had to maintain that dignified look of acceptance and blurt out,”I understand.”Fact is,what part of that statement did I understand?

Zilch.

If it was me,just somewhere down the year in history,my brain juices would have flowed out like the Niagara Falls,trying to find a semblance of wittiness as a retort,something like,”Did my name ever crossed your mind?”But like I said,the fallacies are no longer a luxury.As I pondered,I came to the conclusion that perhaps her journey will be littered with “good sex” experiences.You know,those fleeting sense of orgasmic release…because I personally feel that *disclaimer*all sex experiences are good.

Over the weekend,I managed to catch up with my (non existent)buddy from my Singapore Idol(auditions),Hady.Yupz,the same Hady Mirza that robbed me of my glorified moment.Well,we met over the soccer field.His team was playing against mine.As fate would have hate it,I did not managed to get the playing time I should with him.He was just like me.Handsome and cute.Full of flair and style.Good players but not necessarily effective.(lol)What I realized was just how dimpled he was.My wife was just commenting that he was photogenic.I felt like telling her,that even I can be one,if one of the perks in life is having to pose almost every minute I walk down the streets of Orchard Road.

Well,anyway,this is my first entry to a long awaited release of pent up idle thoughts.I’ll keep my stories for another time.