WHYYYYY????

Ouch...

Well it seems like my streak of bad luck with my automobile (name still pending) has been coming along unabated. The car i have been driving has gone through loads of fender-benders and it has gotten to a point whereby ive grown pretty sick of driving. The thing is, most accidents ive been in usually involve other fuckers on the road who are plain negligent. This most recent example happened coz a fucking cement mixer drove along MRR2 without securing its flappy-thingy at its rear, which constantly dripped huge chunks of debris flying onto roadgoers on that fateful night, and many hit my car, this one happened to hit my car alot harder, at a sensitive spot. SOB SOB...

But seriously one does wonder what we can do in such cases. Yes i can hear people screaming out to me "GO CLAIM FUCKING INSURANCE MORON!" well, i thank them for their wisdom but i retort by saying FUCK YOU. The sad truth is my reflexes are so focused on driving to the extent that my memory becomes forfeit. I admit, im not very good at multitasking, and my brain shuts off other activities while im driving. So when something happens, it just slips my mind till later when i contemplate on it and hit my own head for being so stupid while saying "WHY DIDN'T I THINK OF THAT??". And besides, claiming insurance will reset the No-Claim Bonus (NCB) every insurance holder has, therefore increasing the premium one has to pay every year. Im sure im not the only one who has problems dealing with such situations when it spontaneously arrives. (or am I??)

I just wish we had more traffic cameras on the road and the transport authorities could have solid proof on video of the idiot and his act, which caused damage. What i mean here is that i wish the transport authority could have more control over its roads, monitoring for miscreants who are the culprits of hit-and-run attacks, and the like. I mean come on. We are paying road tax, only for us to be all alone and unassisted when things like this happen to us. I just had a thought that the traffic authorities should have a more proactive role in safeguarding its motorists from such morons who pose a hazard to other road users.

I mean think about it: imagine if the debris hit motorcyclists (actually it would be good if it hit rempits :P) and hit their helmets or body parts with such velocity that was powerful enough to shatter the thick glass headlamp on my car. The effects could have been devastating. I wasnt on the road long enough to see the effects it had on other motorists but I am sure it was utter carnage.

All i'm saying is that I just want solid evidence of the fucker so i can go sue him for negligent driving on public roads, and I dont have it! Argh.. Well ill be off to junkyards to look at some spare parts to bolt on or replaced the cracked 'eye', and my fingers are crossed as to how much it will cost. Pray for me, or in this case, my wallet...

EzzE

Meeting of cuzzies!!

The last few weeks have been very very hectic, leaving my fingers pining to write something in my poor dusty blog. But here i am now! Rejoice people, for i have found a pocket of time to write some shit down!

Two weeks ago, i managed to meet my cousins from Singapore. It has certainly been awhile since i met my cousins and aunties from the country, and so the journey down south to Johore was filled with trepidation at the thought of missing them loads, as well as the fear of things getting ugly (between me and you, my dear reader, my family has had some tumultuous relations every now and then, but only with certain individuals) so imagine my palpable sigh of relief when i discovered that the people who would cause a potentially fucksome maelstrom were nowhere to be seen on that day! So we were all smiles, and the forecast for the 2 days we would spend would be absolutely no frowns! Here are names and descriptions of the cousins and aunties i met:

Umar (or Ramu, as he loves to call himself), age 17- Gaywad and one of the few male cousins i have. His elder brother is in National Service, and so he came alone. Even so, is a pent up ball of energy who never fails to brighten up our day with his explicit and pervertic jokes. Was bullied when he was younger by myself and his brother, and was called booger boy, as he was a walking pile of mucous and phlegm. How things have changed. Is now a super awesome superfreak! LOL.. Highlight of stay: When we both gang-raped my bro, making him emotionally traumatised. HAHAHHAHAHAAHAHHA!

Nazrin (or Nini), age 30+- My aunt and godmother's eldest daughter. Grew up a party freak, and brought me clubbing when she came up to KL. Awesome gal, tho i didnt know that during my first few decades of life. Funny how she managed to hide her awesomeness and made sure i perceived her as a prune. But now i guess since i am old enough, she had no choice but to let her true colours out (not that i couldn't sniff it from the off la). Has poor luck with love, as with almost all the female division of the family, poor her. Highlight of stay: When we smoked together, with Ramu, all chillin' like villains. Still cant believe she does it, without her mother's knowledge. NAUGHTY NAUGHTY!

Fadlon (Ti Lon to us nephews, or Farah, as she calls herself, which sadly no one ever calls her.), age early 50s- Is the most successful sibling in my mom's family. Worked her ass off from her youth, and forsook her personal life for the collective good of the family. Such a saint. Always took us out and spent loads for our enjoyment. Is one half of the Mother Theresa of felinedom (she walks around with a bottle of cat food to feed any poor or hungry cat we encounter!!). She is extremely wealthy and now drives a spanking new C-Class! Highlight of stay: When she gave us money, also from other aunties!! WOOHOOOOO!

Wardah (Ti Dah to us nephews, and she doesnt have a glamorous name), age late 40s- Is the youngest of the Bahajaj clan, and is by far the best looking as she looks even younger than her age, much to her disagreement. Is the other half of the Mother Theresa of felinedom, and is always on the lookout for cats. Has always been there for us, and are among the few people in the family who is very objective and not biased in her views on anything. Always took us out as little children. Highlight of stay: When she drove her SUZUKI SWIFT! STEADY AH BEB! HAHAHA

Zuraidah (or Junai, as we all call her)- Was me and my bro's babysitter of sorts. We stayed at her house sometimes and she always took us out too. (Honestly i dunno why but i remember those who took me out alot better :P) is now a policewoman working as a coast guard! Has always loved felines too, albeit not as devout as the Mother Theresas. LOL. She has a 3 legged cat at her house tho. Highlight of stay: When we all went camwhoring using her phone! I looked thinner than before! WOOOHOOO!


Sadly we only had 2 days and 1 night to meet everyone, and most of the time was spent in the hotel catching up with each other and just having a blast. But it was still time well spent for me, and i loved every minute of it! Im glad i met u guys.. Miss u LOADS.. Slamat ar (Singaporean Malay's farewell)

EzzE

ISA 'gatherings'

Over the past few days, our 'kinda' peaceful nation has been bombarded by unrest; one that involves a group of people who intend to 'make' the government to abolish the Internal Security Act (hereinafter referred to as ISA).

Now before proceeding with my bashing of sorts, let us go through a refresher course (albeit a brief one, and one that thankfully DOES NOT INVOLVE CONSTITUTIONAL LAW) on what the ISA is. ISA was created in the 1950s originally to combat the communist insurgents. These bastards came in with the purpose of spreading communism (which, for the uninitiated, involved a 'classless' society where commoners don't own shit and the authority gets everything). With the promulgation of such laws, the government was empowered to arrest these nutjobs without them being able to hire the best of lawyers to help them wriggle out of situations through loopholes and technicalities of the law. In simple words, the government was given the power to arrest or detain without 'fair' trial.


The law was made in the 1950s, but its use still lingers on till this very day. We have to understand that no matter how multi-racial our country is, we are still trying to strike a balance between equality for all, and also remembering our roots, i.e. paying homage to who the original inhabitants are. Some fools feel that we need to ignore this, but it is important to note that these early inhabitants were the ones who had to bear with sudden appearances of 'aliens' on their soil, so perhaps a bit of cognizance and gratitude of their tolerance would be much appreciated. The ISA is therefore essential in ensuring that while the authorities are trying their best to strike this balance (with varying degrees of success), there would be a law that would shut ADD (Attention Deficit Disorder) inflicted primates up from saying or doing things that would cause the country to end up being a pile of scorched earth and skellys.

But alas! There are still fools who think that it's cool to incite such stuff (perhaps under the misguided theory that it might be the only way to get laid) and other sensitive issues for the fun of it or supposedly for reasons they managed to cook up only after reading books on crusaders of the past. And the only thing stopping them is the dreaded ISA, which will not only mean that they will be imprisoned; it also means that the closest thing to getting laid is through hand-jobs or sleeping with inmates. So with this in mind, they decided to gather the populae who had same mental deficiencies as them, to supposedly hold a 'friendly' gathering AT A FUCKING MOSQUE. Their agenda: to eliminate the ISA.

A few things to take note of: 1) 'friendly' gatherings involving fucktards usually end up in violence, 2) trying to upset the peace of the public, who usually dont give a damn as we have many other things to do, would usually end up in tragedy and 3) intending to abolish an act that keeps us together before we are ready is a telltale sign of a retarded mind.

With that, a total of 50 plus people were arrested or detained. One thing that surprises me tho, is that over 4k people turned up. FOUR THOUSAND! I didn't know there were that many mentally retarded people roaming around the streets! Well the thing that saddens me is that these people who incite others usually tend to tap into the psyche of the masses. They target the disillusioned and the ones who feel like life has kicked them in their ass (or their 'nads); and during these troubled economic climate, there exists many. Most appallingly, these people also tend to gather at the one place that most people, even the Consti, hold sacred. The house of Allah; the mosque. I mean of all the dirty tricks one can ever do in life, mixing religion with todays political values has got to be among the worst things ever. I mean applying Islam in politics, to aid in reformation, and to practice those values is one thing i can salute, but to manipulate Islam for political or self gain? These people have gone a step too far.

One can almost notice a worrying trend. A current striker's checklist would go something like this: 1) think of something controversial and anti-government, 2) bring it up to the masses usually through the internet as its free and cheap, 3) hold it during a proper time, usually during weekends, and 4) hold it in a mosque, for added oooommph. The effects of such an act would not only paint a black mark on Malaysians, but also Islam as a whole. I mean what picture would this paint to the other religions, especially to people who are eager to enter into Islam? Surely they would think that Islam is a religion that involves hostility and striking, and are therefore disinclined to take a step further. It's these things that i fear would be our undoing.

Which is why I actually feel like at times like these, ISA is an act which is extremely crucial; not only to shut fucking retards up for the stability of our nation and the pride of our religion, but it also helps to ensure that people do not continue to inadvertently defile a whole bunch of people due to the misdeeds of a single idiot. As the saying goes, a few bad eggs spoil the batch. So to prevent the spoiling of the batch, ISA would throw away the bad eggs from the batch and kinda put them in a place where they rot and decay, away from the good eggs. That way the society would be a much better place. Now the issue is, what do we do with the remaining 3.9k people who actually got away?:P

Before I end my rambling, I have to say that I am not a true fan of ISA, and in no way do i want it to exist ad infinitum. But to intend to abolish it now is akin to cutting the umbilical cord of a baby while it is still not fully developed. The baby will die. The same thing applies to our country. We are only entering 52 years of independence; still a baby as compared to some other countries. It will take a while more before we reach an inoffensive compromise on certain issues, and even then there will still be troublemakers. That is the way of the world. In my humble opinion, the only time ISA should be abolished is when the public itself grows up. One way that signifies this maturity is that the public will not be faltered by naysayers and troublemakers. Only when WE prove OUR own maturity will it be safe for the ISA to be abolished. And at the rate things are going, and looking at how things have transpired over the past few days, it ironically proves that we are still anything but matured. Look at ourselves before we even think about the readiness of the society to a complete freedom that would most probably engulf and destroy us.

As i said before, speech is a powerful tool. But at our current state of infancy and naivety, i do feel that we are not ready. And with infants, a tight slap or a cane is needed to ensure discipline. Funny that the cane's brand is one that involves 3 letters; the ISA.


EzzE

The Lil Bro, aka The Better Looking One

Well where do i start. Its been a while since i got all sentimental and teary over my family, but i guess of late its time to start pondering over stuff. The demerits of entering adulthood i suppose. Lol. Anyway, this time its about my little bro. Who isn't little anymore, if one can call someone who is extremely well chiselled and buff little, then you ought to get shot. By the stupid gun.

Anyway, Nabil was born into unfortunate times. His birth was the exact same moment when my granddad passed on. Well a day or two adrift but yeah its kinda like a direct replacement, so his second name was made in memory of our granddad (Nabil Osman, geddit?). The dude was the cutest baby i've ever seen and was as fat as fuck. And having curly hair and being fair just added to that cuteness. He was living a good life, excelling in studies till our mom passed on. I was 12 when that happened; while he was 8. It was an extremely harrowing experience, and i must admit that it hit him pretty hard. Somehow the effects can be seen till today. He has been rather quiet, withdrawn, and lacking in skills to talk to people.

Actually I am partly to blame for his regression in social conduct. This is because i was, believe it or not, an antisocial fucktard, who was so self conscious and quiet, till i could not even approach and talk to anyone. And my lil brother followed me, thinking i was a worthy role model. As years progressed, i stepped out of that phase and still remained a fucktard, but more of an aloof joker who can get abit too crazy sometimes. But the sad thing was as i left that phase rather easily, the same couldn't be said for him. So till today he is rather quiet and has a bit of issues warming up to people, only being loud and crazy with people he trusts and has been with for a long time.

Well i do make it seem as though it is all bad, but alas, NO! What god taketh with one hand, he giveth with the other. Although he lacks the social skills of his brother, he obviously makes up with smashing good looks and a body frame to die for. There have been many who have told me he looks like an actor. It has been a common experience for me to get so many comments from my peers and family members telling me 'god ur brother is soooooooo hawt!' or 'why is he so hawt and u look like... meh..' only for me to reply coolly 'yeah, i know' or 'dunno' respectively before contemplating on the easiest and fastest means to end my life due to the feeling of inadequacy that hits me like a sledgehammer.

Actually i have a theory. And my theory is that most eldest siblings are kinda fucked in one way or another coz its the first time the genetics learn to procreate, and so will every now and then mess up a bit. But when it comes to the second sibling they kinda say to themselves 'ok we shall not fuck it up this time around' and thus churn out something slightly better (or worse, depending on how fucked the genetics are. lol) the formula improves ever so slightly down the scale of siblings so much so that the younger ones tend to be the best at some stuff or look the best or some shit like that. But what cannot be denied is that most parents love the eldest one to death coz they know how screwed up their genetics are. LOL.

Well my lil bro and i have this love hate thing going on, much similar to other siblings. We are damn derogative to each other up front, which will easily break others down, and we almost always get into physical bouts where i always manage to assert who the boss is in this kingdom (i told him the only time he will beat me is when im using a walking stick). but when it comes to talking about each other behind our backs, i dunno why but we almost always sing praises for each other and are proud we share the same genetics (or thats what i tell myself, so that i can 'cash in' on his looks. Lol) And he is by far the best lil bro/ slave/ nemesis/ wrestling partner/ smoking pal/ bed mate i'll ever have.

Yes, yes its all weird hearing this from me, but i guess i just felt like writing something coz he is sick at the moment. And is down with very high fever. It worries me alot, yes, but i cannot show it, to keep the spirits up, thus instead of letting it out in public where it might seem gayass, i decided to pen it down in my private blog just to let those feelings out in a good way. The blog is like a pressure release valve to prevent any unnecessary explosions. Well we will be taking him out to the doctor in a bit, and im really praying for his health. Please get well Billy Boy, ur bro needs u.

EzzE

The New Semester

Alas, the fun of being a bum has come to its end. Now this rusty brain has got to get its cogs oiled again, for the new semester dawns upon it. See the truth is that i am positively chuffed to meet all my friends all over again, but the most daunting part involves the studies. But so far its been ok (by 'ok' here i mean nerve splitting, brain melting, fit inducing.... you get the picture) and thus i have prepared a profile for all my lecturers who i have the privilege of seeking knowledge from. Using vastly complex algorithms and various distinct parameters all set by this crummy and crusty brain, i shall now provide a rather in depth profile of the lecturers that i am fortunately/unfortunately under:

1 Dr. Azlinor- Land Law- Petite lady, very motherly in behaviour, and has alot to talk about. She has a doctrine (albeit not enforced yet) that involves us all sitting in a fixed position so she can memorize us to ensure that we do not skip her lectures. Sadly, she has managed to memorise my name and remember me by the second class, so skipping her class is definitely out of the question. And it is of such gigantic irony that her class is the first class, starting at 8 in the morning. Oh what joy...

2 Dr. Mushera- Company Law- Rather tall lady with seemingly indian descent, she has a hawk like stare; much akin to a glare (god i should be a poet). Is the most intimidating looking and behaving lecturer, and merely affirms the words of caution from the seniors past. Has the special ability to shrink an elder male's scrotum with her savagely razor-sharp words. Case proven in class one day which shall not be disclosed for fear of a lawsuit for defamation.

3 Prof. Abd Ghafur- Public International Law- Quite tall and thin chinese looking wizened man, who speaks in an Indian accent which therefore brings to light his a Burmese descent (Public International Lor). Has a special ability to make most students fall asleep in his class, and teaches by the book. Literally! But he is a nice person, and strangely his sights kept veering towards me, making it very hard to fall asleep (he must be thinking 'by god what an ugly mofo i have as a student!') I hope his marking style will be rather laid back tho..

4 Prof. Syed Khalid- Equity and Trusts- Medium build balding man, from Kashmir (which has got to be among the most suave sounding places EVER! Try saying it with a Sean Connery accent) is a pretty aloof guy, almost unsure of what he is teaching. His special ability is giving very sound and awesome advice and quotes, and forgetting where he got it from! Sadly his lectures have not started yet and i am clueless as to what is to be expected. Here's hoping for the best!

5 Ustaz Mamahat Ariffin- So forgettable and anonymous that i cannot even remember his name (now i do :P)! Small build and of Malay descent, he teaches us usul fiqh. According to seniors he seems to be a nice guy, and will be ok in the long run. He has two special abilities, i.e. 1) inducing extreme sleepiness, even more powerful than Prof. Ghafur (refer to #3), as he can cause extreme sleepiness in people, even though his class is at 11 am 2) power to cause forgetfulness in people, so that people are clueless as to what they are learning or studying about, even after full lectures.

6 Prof Samsah Kamar- Banking Law- Now i have saved the best for last. He is of Malay descent, small yet slightly plump, he teaches pretty well. Has promoted me to become the doorman (one who always has to get the key to open the doors of classes) and has had a heart bypass done to him while he was in the States (or was it Canada?), and so is telling us life is very important. Even told us to be cool if we failed and chill out. Award for most cool lecturer? HELL YEAH! His special ability is to induce repentance in a person, for every class starts with the pondering of a hadith and the singing of a salawat. It is pretty hilarious and ironic, as we are learning the ways of riba and we start with hadith and salawat. Guess it cancels out the corrupted knowledge. Lol.

So far this is my conclusive, yet inexhaustive results of researching about my lecturers through my scientfic means. I shall update thee, my followers, on whether my predictions were spot on, or whether they were all hogwash created by a demented mental idiot who had nothing better to do. Anyways i hope you peeps had a laugh from it. Will be writing on my tutors on my next post. Till then, cheerio! FB has to hibernate..


EzzE

Beware... I Live!

And so awakened from the ashes is the Machinations of EzzE, which has been kinda dead of late due to the lack of connectivity. Lol. Internet at home has been iffy to say the least, and now i finally have a decent connection! For how long it will last is entirely beyond me. Anway its great to wield the keyboard again and be prepared for a whole lot more posts that will prod your critical mind (or bore you to death), or just more updates and cheap talk about myself and my insignificant life (not because i have no one to talk to. i do!), and just my 2 cents on anything under the sun worth giving 2 cents to (or about). So stay tuned for more from me! FB is back in da house!!!


EzzE

Confidence - Invaluable moral lessons

As has been moped about before in alot of my previous posts, we live in a superficial world that focuses on the facade than the inside. One sure-fire way to always leave a lasting impression and get a person through all obstacles come what may is 'confidence'. I myself would define confidence as the assurance one has towards something, and the strong belief and trust one has put in it.

Confidence has various manifestations. One can put confidence in someone, or in an object or thing, or one can even put confidence in oneself. Usually, as with experience, putting confidence in someone or in an object would almost always lead to failure, especially when one underperforms or the object, as with everything in this world, does not last. I can assure you, the dear reader of my blog, that most of the time, putting confidence in someone or an object will lead to your very own downfall, in some way or another.

My personal experience of putting confidence in people is rather tragic. As has been so in every facet of my life, i have at one point or another put some form of confidence in a person to carry out his or her responsibilities, or the very least, to keep something a secret. And more often than not almost everyone has, in some way or another, found a multitude of ways to screw things up, be it slightly or majorly; be it intentionally or unintentionally. I am usually ok with unintentional acts of screwing up my confidence in these certain people. I usually hold grudges against others when they intentionally screw up, and think it is all just a game and shrug it off. Imbecilic heathens.

Then what about confidence in oneself? I do admit that having self confidence is an invaluable asset. The self confidence you have and apply can be an infectious and contagious trait that can bolster the morale of people around you, and is an awesome attribute to obtain, especially for leaders. But as with everything good, there is always a flipside.

The problem arises when one's self confidence reaches new heights that are disproportionate to ones abilities. Usually this swelling up of one's confidence can also be akin to what we call being cocky. Often one can hear or ever encountered cocksure people 'having self confidence' to tackle a certain conundrum and usually failing along the way. Why is this so you may ask? Apart from the obvious fact that in some cases one can fail oneself, it is the fact that the confidence one has has swelled up to the point of ballooning and exaggerating ones own abilities so much so that ones abilities become much more hyped up than it actually is. In other words, constant assurance by yourself and your abilities often leaves you complacent enough to not bother about self improvisation. This leads to a stagnation in abilities, and this alone is a crucial error to make in an ever improving world.

On a divine note, it could also be because when one gets so air headed with ones own abilities, one begins to think more of oneself than ones creator. Knowledge has the power to give confidence to anyone who wields it, and with knowledge one can rule the world, if utilized properly. But we must remember that we are still merely humans. And as the angels said in Al-Baqarah:23 'O Lord! We have no knowledge apart from what knowledge has been taught to us by you...'. We have no knowledge as we stand. What could possibly make us think that we are at a level above angels; the entities who are in constant communion with God? Iblis defied God when asked to bow down to Adam, and look what happened to him. He was so cocky of his status and abilities till he inadvertently defied his own creator. I can safely say that cocky humans are treading down that similar path, and i can assume that their downfall is their price to pay, just as how Iblis paid for his impudence and insolence.

If one is astute enough, one might have impliedly noticed one exception to who one can place confidence in - Our God. He is the one who will be with us through our toughest times, and he is the one who will stick with us come what may. Most importantly he is our provider. Of life and knowledge. It is him that has to be given credit when we score well or when we succeed in any way, as nothing can be done or succeeded if He does not intend it to be so.

In my case, it may seem like i have confidence, especially in classes and lectures, but i can safely say that it is all a facade. I do realise the importane of 'showing' your confidence to people that matter; people who will be your assessors, people who will hire you, and even people who are against you, though it has to always be carefully meted out to ensure that it is confidence, and not cockiness. But deep down inside i have never been confident of 'my' abilities. Because truth be told, it is not mine. It is a gift from the divine powers; one that can be taken back at the snap of His fingers, leaving me a dumb husk of a person who was once priding himself for his supposedly hard-earned abilities and attributes.

Many people have become annoyed by my 'humbleness'. The thing is, i am not humble. I am just stating things as they are. Why would i want to pride myself over something that is not mine? It is a gift that i got, and yes, i will use it to its fullest. But i will never pride or claim ownership over it, and i shall forever remain who i am. Just a human being.

I can attribute the so-so grades i got to two main things - God, coz it is seriously beyond my control considering how little effort i put to studying, and my mother and father, coz they are the ones who till this very day tirelessly pray for my success in this world and the next. Just that one does it in this world and the other does it in the grave. But i am eternally thankful for their endeavours, and i shall try my best to not fail them.

Another facet of self-confidence is associated with looks. I reckon that one has to be confident with how one looks like, and must be able to accept themselves for who they are. This is something i have tried hard to do, and i guess i have finally succeeded in accepting myself for who i am; though it doesn't mean i like what i accept. It's akin to a parent. He or she can accept a rebel child as their child, but that doesn't mean they like what they accept. Haha.. But whatever it is i am still grateful that i am not deformed or retarded in anyway at all (just a bit excessive. Haha! But then i tell myself overdelivery is always better than underdelivery..:P) I guess we must be thankful and happy with what we have, and we must always look at those who are less fortunate than ourselves, than look at those who are more fortunate. Though it is not wrong to look at those who are more fortunate than us as stepping stones, or yardsticks to aspire to in the future, again to prevent stagnation in any way at all.

To sum up my traumatically vivid experiences and ramblings, the moral of the story is that confidence, especially self-confidence, is important in such a superficial world, and one should have it to be able to rise up in rank in the world today. One just has to make sure that confidence here does not lead to complacency and cockiness, and forgetting ones roots and status in this, sadly, God-forgetting world we're living in today.


Cheers,
EzzE

The Unchained Mouth

Lately after studying Constitutional Law (horrific subject i tell you!!!) i came across a topic that was surprisingly interesting. The topic i am talking about is fundamental liberties, in the Federal Constitution. These liberties vary from freedom of life, to movement, even to religion. But one that interests me the most, and perhaps the most relevant in my blog, is the one regarding freedom of speech.

Now freedom of speech is enumerated in Art. 10 of the federal constitution. It basically provides freedom of one's speech, but as with almost all 'freedoms', it comes with some restrictions, such as the prevention of talking about the special privileges of Malays and also the special position and immunity of our Malay rulers.

The issue on many people's minds is 'should there be an absolute freedom, like those in Western countries like (i damn myself for saying this) the US of A?'

Freedom of speech is an extremely powerful tool. Words alone can either win over supporters or even lose all of them. Even in the pages of history, it was learnt that Hitler himself recorded propaganda and transmitted them through speakers all over Germany all day long. Imagine speakers blaring all day repeating glorified words of a leader or patriotic phrases ordering people to stand up for one's own country. No wonder people at that time were won over. But this is just one of many instances where the power of words won over the masses. Put in the right hands the power of words can be an extremely potent force. If it falls in the wrong hands, it is almost certain that chaos would ensue.

It is with this in mind that the restrictions set out in the Article were drafted - to prevent miscreants from using such freedom to sow the seeds of discontent and chaos. This is also in line with the cheesy and perhaps even corny quote by Peter Parker's (to those who don't know who he is, SHOOT YOURSELF) uncle, Ben Parker 'With great power comes great responsibility'. And somehow in my opinion, i believe that we Malaysians aren't responsible enough yet to be given the absolute power to speak about whatever the hell we want.

You see even with such restrictions, we have various self-proclaimed anarchists thinking it is cool to bring up something controversial just for a chance to be heard. Then being glorified and dubbed as 'martyrs' to their cause when they get caught by local authorities and detained under the Internal Security Act (ISA, people..) Perhaps they suffered from an incomplete childhood, and were not given proper attention while they were adolescents. All they need is a hug from their mothers or a small kiss on the forehead. Maybe a bedtime story and a nice tucking in IN A FUCKING ASYLUM.

My stand on freedom of speech? It's rather simple. I do believe that it is still necessary and vital to maintain the existence of such laws, especially for the sake of public order and security. We do not need a modern day Karl Marx or someone or other trying to be an anarchist and rallying disillusioned people (of which plenty exist) to stand for an arbitrary cause. Need evidence? Just look at the HINDRAF fiasco not too long ago. Such foolish demands and ideals would only be followed by fools themselves. But as has been proven, plenty of such people do exist. Disillusionment brings forth discontent and the dumbing of the brain, in search of any means to gain fame or even money. Besides that, there has been so much discontent bubbling about within the non-Malay masses on the rights and privileges of Malays, that the feeling of discontent breeding about is palpable. It's akin to a balloon filled with water almost to breaking point. All it takes is for someone to supposedly 'stand up' against such laws to cause our delicate balance to come crashing down. It would be like a small prick to the abovementioned water-filled balloon. Disaster would strike. Again, it is with this in mind that the parliament implemented such restrictions. It is like the parents or guardians (the parliament) taking the pin from the fucking retard of a small kid suffering from ADD (the aggravator) who is desperately trying to prick the balloon.

But though i do believe that it is absolutely necessary considering the delicate and troubled times, especially now with the economic downturn exacerbating things further, i do also believe that it is something that should never remain static in the Constitution. Why, you may ask, am i contradicting myself? My answer to the question posed is that you must shut up and be patient while i explain.

You see, although those restrictions are necessary, they have become a sort of excuse for us Malays to become complacent; hushing down the sad truth that we have become sorely weakened by the perks that have been given to us. To paraphrase the words of Pak Lah 'if one uses crutches for too long, taking it away would require the use of wheelchairs instead'. Of course he is referring to the privileges of the Malays and how we have become too dependent on it. Yes i do agree too that taking away the privileges absolutely would make Malaysia an enlarged version of Singapore (which means i have to migrate again coz that was what i was trying to run away from). But i do believe also that over reliance of such perks would only serve to weaken us even further than those around us, who have managed to rise up without even having to resort to benefits and perks. We as Malays have to realise that the longer we rely on such perks, the more powerful other races around us become, all gearing up to usurp us from what is rightfully ours. Therefore perhaps the people who bring up such forbidden topics up are doing us an implied favour by serving us a grim reminder that if we Malays do not change and improve ourselves, we might have our own lands snatched from our very eyes, albeit in a subtle but evil kind of way. Therefore my proposal would be to reduce such perks as of now, to allow the Malays to adapt and to get back on their feet, and perhaps after they are on par or even better than the rest of the races (which may take ages) then the re-implementation of such laws can take place. Yes one may hear howls of anguish and cries of dismay, but to put it in a more logical manner, an old and injured person screams and cries out in pain initially when his cane is taken away from him, but it is done so that he will straighten himself out and adapt to the circimstances, hopefully being able to walk tall again, and then the cane can be given back to him as decoration and embellishment, much like a pimp who does not really need the cane, but is happy he has it (yes yes, lousy comparison, but i couldnt think of any other fit person who would want to use a cane. So shut up and bear with it :P). But if he then rolls up in a fetal position and throws a tantrum, pretty soon no one would care, and it would give people the chance to easily take away all his stuff while he is too busy being a lil' bitch.

Despite all of this, i do think that this law is quite draconian only for the fact that although one may not say something, one may still think about it. It may be bubbling, even festering in one's mind, but as soon as others talk about such stuff, the infection and rot will spread into the minds of others, and pretty soon an epidemic will start. So the freedom of speech is an essential law, though there are still no laws limiting the freedom of thought.:P imagine a gang of psychic hitmen law enforcers that eradicate or abduct anyone who even thinks about such restrictions. I am getting ahead of myself here, but i guess the restrictions of the freedom of speech are primarily to prevent the public broadcasting and propagating of such abhorrent ideals, for the sake of a greater good. (you may refer to my older post entitled 'united we stand, divided we fall?' for a glimpse into what i think about the machinations of a society, but with the current state of things and how society is as it is, the greater good is still essential)

So to prevent any more headache as it is, to sum it all up, i do believe that the restrictions enumerated in Art. 10 regarding the freedom of speech is essential, although i do say that it cannot be put there forever, and we Malays should not remain ignorant and complacent with regards to the status quo of things as they are, lest we would be overthrown in our own country, with history repeating itself (Singapore, anyone?) though i do know of my good friend who said that we will never learn from history and the mistakes of our brethren from the past, i do hope that this is a general rule, and that as with every general rule there will be exceptions, i.e. in this situation we are in right now.

And for a closing note, to those who think that the liberties that are claimed by people in the (damn myself again) US of A are absolute, think again (yeah fools). Though they can say whatever the hell they want, when they want and where they want to, all their phone calls are monitored by the Puppet Master. And besides, they still have something called the Patriot Act (which is something like an act we are all too familiar about). So to have less freedom and more privacy, or 'absolute freedom' and no privacy?? You decide....

*Disclaimer* the views of this blogger is enitrely his own. He has no intentions to propagate it publicly or even bring such matter up to create a fiasco. There is never any mala fide involved and no one is to publish part of or the whole of this post without prior permission, be it written or oral or other reasonable forms of communication. Upon publishing, the writer of this post shall not be liable for any controversy or hubbub that ensues from such publishing, and liability is to be wholly incurred upon the publisher for being such a fool.

Cheers,
eZz

Birthday Blues

Well for the uninitiated, my birthday came and passed without much fanfare. Which is exaclty how i want things to be. But anyways, the 10th of March marked the day this insignificant being popped out of his mothers womb and started wreaking havoc. But somehow i was really depressed on my birthday. This could boil down to a number of reasons:

The first probable reason was that this was the big day, the day i left my teenagerdom. And i tell you, it was the worst day of my life. I felt really old. It sucked. So i stayed at home most of the day and played around with my Hot Wheels, to remind myself that i am still a kid at heart! And turns out the Hot Wheels did do a pretty darn good job!

The second probable reason was that my dad didn't get me anything for my birthday. He promised me a present though. So lets just see what he will get me.. Hehe.. Though my cousin did get me a present, which was very sweet of him.

The third probable reason was that i was angry coz i was reminded of how my birthday was with my ex. It was pretty boring. I got a book on Abe Lincoln which she said reminded her of me, which, incidentally i haven't even started reading.:P so its here just collecting dust. Though i am saving it for burning material just in case climate change brings forth a new ice age. LOL!

The third probable reason was that had i been born a day earlier, i would have been having a fucking holiday coz the day before was maulidul rasul.. Argh. So on my birthday i made it a point to intentionally skip all my day classes and only go for the night class. Which sucked.

The fourth probable reason was that my dad did buy pizza for the whole family to eat, which we brought to A MAMAK SHOP.. argh.. But overall the pizza tasted pretty good. While the lasagna didn't. Note to all: Don't EVER buy Canadian 2 4 1 pizza's lasagna. Overpriced and tasted, to put it nicely, LIKE SHIT. At least the pizza tasted good. Pity i puked it all out the next morning. Sigh.

Well all in all this was the worst birthday. Though a couple of friends did help me out and made it less fucked up. We went out the next day and had a jolly good time! Well so it didn't turn out to be so crappy after all. But i will update this blog if i do get a prezzie from my dad. I hope it's BIG.. Till next time, i hope your birthdays aren't as fucked up as mine.

Cheers
eZz

Quotable quotes 4

Well hello there! Yes its been ages since i abandoned this keyboard and my apologies for that, my fellow blog followers. The fear of failing in any subject this semester proved to be a good enough reason to deter this avid writer of bollocks from touching the keyboard. But now since i have some time to spare, i would like to share with you a quote i discovered from Leonardo Da Vinci:



'Simplicity is the new sophistication'


This quote seems to perfectly sum up all that i admire in people and the world itself. See as everyone outside tries their best to actually attract the most attention (a walk around Bukit Bintang would surely convert any skeptics :P) through extremely gaudy, eye catching and glitzy fashion, its the simple, unglamorous and understated ones that usually catch mine eye and admiration. Scientifically, this could be because such fashion leaves a person to focus on the more important physical aspects of a person (ok this is NOT what you think think. I MEANT THE FACE!!). But i think it is a good tactic employed by fugly people to attract attention to themselves. Which is why one more thing i notice is that those who dress up too much seem to look like people suffering from elephantitis. Me? I'm happy just the way i am, which is rotund, yet in a cuddly kind of way. No clothes can cover that, and no amount of covering up and deception may change that fact..:P

The funny thing is that this quote not only extends to fashion, it also applies to most other objects with aesthetic value. Cars, for example, look better as an understatedly stylish fom of transportation; not with tacked on pieces to make a car look like something it is not. Speaking of tacking on, I once saw a waja with a bodykit that looked like a BMW, with the infamous 'kidney grille' and the moment i stopped in front of him, with him seeing the real thing, he hotfooted as quickly as possible to somewhere unknown perhaps to save face or to kill himself. But the moral of the story here is being simplistic is always the best way to go. There really is nothing wrong with driving a Malaysian car. Truth be told i would have been happy owning a proton anyways. Just never ever try to be something you aren't. As a reference just look at the potential embarrassment of the pic i just discovered while browsing through the net. The horror...

Even for homes, the best houses are always those with minimalistic designs, with the whole unit acting cohesively, with delicate and subtle details that might escape your attention once, but soon start to get unearthed as days go by. This means one will never get bored of the whole design, and the immaculate detailing will be something that i reckon will never ever be tiresome. That is how i would model my house in the future. This is opposed to a hodge-podge of various designs all vying to attract your attention. Such a mismatching theme that overloads senses, in my opinion, can only be applied to one thing: food, glorious food..

One thing that has to be realised is that simplicity always works best with the other word, subtlety. If one can control and master both elements together, one can conquer the world!! Well in design and aesthetic aspects nonetheless.:P

But really, i cannot agree more with the quote. It is so refreshing to know that you share the same point of view as one of the world's greatest men who ever lived. I live for simplicity, and it is something i look up to and admire in a person. So to simply put it, KEEP IT SIMPLE!

Cheers,
eZz

Perfection or vanity?

How ironic that the title of a song by a black metal band by the name of Dimmu Borgir (but to defend myself from being lynched by any hardcore Islamists, this song is just a string ensemble with electric guitars and drums in it. An other worldly hybrid and synergy of instruments culminating to create an other-worldly tune. MWAAHAAHAHAH *holds a kitten high up and slits its throat*:P) ehem. Back to the topic, how ironic that the title of the song becomes an inspiration for my next post.

Well it strikes me and deeply saddens me acknowledging the fact that we live in a superficial world, driven by the desire, and constant addiction, to achieve perfection. Perfection can be defined as the ultimate manifestation of someone or something, without flaws or weaknesses. Perfection is almost always seen in the eyes of many, with which comes riches, respect, awe, and interest or desire from the opposite gender. Everyone is so driven to perfection, that nothing else matters; only the constant question of 'what will THEY think?' or 'how will i look in front of THEM?'.

Perfection is an extremely overrated and misunderstood word. Poor thing.. Everyone deems perfection as something viewed in the eyes of people. It is not helping that we have reality shows criticizing the creative ideas of inspiring and up and coming minds, infusing the public with an instinctual desire to prove something, anything, to others. This is where everything fucks up. Perfection is never about what people think. It is a self appreciation of our feats, attributes, or achievements. This leads to self awe, self respect, and self confidence. In turn, these are the most powerful weapons a person can have in flourishing, if not surviving, in this modern, dog eat dog world. Take, for example, Donald Trump. The fool is butt ugly (perhaps even a butt looks more handsome and charming). Sadly he isn't even among the 50 richest people in the world. But the self confidence he has in his capabilities, the self respect he has, and the self awe he has for his achievements catapults him to become one of the most influencial and respected people living in the world today. But then again, all these self stuff has its limitations. Never EVER go overboard, for it is a sure fire way to destroy your life. Getting cocky will always lead to a cataclysmic downfall. In truth, being self motivated is awesome, but we should never forget that we are still little people. Very little people as compared to the powers that be. The divine creators. God. In Islam, it is even stated (forgive my lack of knowledge for i have forgotten the exact surah and ayat sumber) that 'humans are created weak', with our innate imperfections. Therefore it cements the fact that perfection is what one sees in oneself; how far one has come in life, overcoming the trials and tribulations, rising above adversity and moulding oneself to become a person who will leave a lasting impact in this world, in a good way.

Vanity on the other hand, is a constant obsessive desire to achieve only one type of perfection, often deemed by many as the ultimate form of perfection: physical perfection; in other words, beauty. The lengths people go to to achieve this form of perfection is astonishing. Sometimes flabbergasting. Botox, silicon, liposuction. Household names in helping people achieve what they percieve as beautiful. Which, ironically, is also infused by the thoughts of others. Thus the connection of vanity with perfection can be only deemed as such - vanity is the description of the effort taken to achieve perfection, albeit in a slightly one-dimensional way.

But it is really pathetic seeing the lengths people go to, the amount of vainness infused in people in the world today, as they desperately try to catch a fleeting dream. A dream and desire to be the best looking person, above the ranks of the hoi polloi. But the fact remains, that people are fickle. A hilarious quote was made in MADtv regarding fashion, a major factor in achieving beauty. It went like this: 'Fashion, is like sex. Sometimes you're in, and sometimes you're out. Which is true, as one moment a fashion item can be called awesome, and the next moment, it becomes cliche and extremely derivative. Vanity is even enshrined in stories we heard as children. Take, for example the efforts of the evil stepmother in Snow White who tried to maintain her 'Fairness of them all' status, but alas, in vain (imagine how the story would change if modern 'beautification tools' were introduced. Another Michael Jackson, but a female one? LOL). The sad thing is, many people never learn the lessons on the folly of vanity.

This is evident in my own life, with regards to my brother. In trying to go with the flow and become a 'super cool metal vocalist guy, of sorts', he turned to dressing like a metal person often depicted on the telly or the net; with the obligatory t-shirt (often fake) with a metal band insignia or something witty, or Anarchical quote imprinted on it, followed by super skinny jeans, which are more often than not bought at Topman, outlining the pitifully thin visage of the stumps they call their legs. This, in turn made him look like what is coloquially known in Malaysia as a mat rempit. I would make such a statement to him, and would be riddled with loud cries of denial, desperately trying to prove me wrong by showing minor and indistinguishable differences that make him stand out from the rempits, when the sad fact remains that despite his indignance, he still looks like one of them. The worst is yet to come: he actually straightened his once curly and adorable hair (:O!!!!!!!!!!!). This was a total sacrilege to our mixed heritage, for Arabs mostly have curly hair and its rare for people to have naturally curly hair. And i'd sell my soul (perhaps, or something less valuable :P) for curly hair. His hair then became straight, and his transformation into a 'metal guy' was supposedly complete. He flaunted his stuff around, much to the chagrin of my dad and I, as we were hapless and powerless in snapping him out of the subliminal hypnotism (and perasan-ism) that he was in. The climax of the story came just a few days ago. On the 2nd of January, since school was opening (its an Islamic school nonetheless) he went to get his hair cut. Instead of 'trimming, or layering' as demanded by my brother, my dad proceeded to command them to 'cut it all off,' which they subsequently did. This was to be the end of the world as it was, for it invoked the wrath of my brother. You see, in search of perfection, vanity leads people to do crazy and nasty stuff, without caring about the consequences. Like being rude to others, notwithstanding his or her status in your life. My dad and I therefore proceeded to tag-team (wrestling jargon for teaming up) together to shut him up and then gave him a really long lecture to make him realise what he has become and what rules and sanctions shall be imposed on him due to his impudence. He soon realised it and became a good boy once again (for now, and i have absolutely no idea how long it will last). But i must say it was a good bonding moment between my dad and I, and I actually saw the folly of vanity first hand, and being kind enough to share it with you, my dear reader of my blog.

The lesson here is that vanity only exists when one tries desperately to reach the perfection which is viewed in the eyes of many. The obsession of trying to please others often makes one constantly unhappy and dissatisfied with oneself, leading to continued efforts in an effort to reach perfection, i.e. vanity. When one tries to be perfect in ones eyes, there will rarely be vanity, as we take our time, not being in a constant rush in case we lose the moment, or the person we are trying to impress disappears from sight or mind. We are always with ourselves, and the effort we take doesn't need to be a constant state of fervour. Besides, with oneself, there is less of a possibility of being perceived as ugly, therefore less effort in terms of beautification is needed, leading one to become less vain (well i guess i'm speaking for myself here. LOL). But what is true is the odds of vanity arising from the effort of perfection in one's own eyes is lesser than when the perfection is viewed through the eyes of many.

Well I guess i've spoken too much crap, and rambling on an on and on about looks which I don't really give a toss about (perhaps coz I don't have any to spare, giving rise to the supposed spite? :P) whatever it is, before I end, to answer the abovementioned title of this post, I would have to say that 'Perfection (as seen through the eyes of many) IS vanity'!! Grazie, grazie *takes a bow*.. FB out..

EzzE

The Resolutions of EzzE

Well, 2008 has passed, and I must say it's about time. It has been a year full of disappointment and heartbreak among other things, and it has to be said that the waning of 08 made me heave a sigh of relief, particularly so as I survived that year. Well the plans on celebrating the dawn of a new year was hopelessly dashed by someone (u know who u r, MADAME), as everyone gathered together to spread the joy of surviving yet another new year, me (and others) were stuck in a lecture theater learning about criminal attempt. And when the lecture was over, it was at a time when the roads were closed or clogged from all the party-goers having fun. So the hopes harboured of having a foam and crazy ribbon war in the middle of Bukit Bintang had to be shelved for yet another year. Well as we usher in a new year, there are some things I would like to do. This shall then be called the RESOLUTIONS OF EZZE *thunder fizzes and cackles* Here then are MY resolutions:



1) I shall vow to try my best to never get my car into any accidents or fender benders.



2) I shall try my best to not get into any street races with my car, reducing the risk of resolution (1) and also save fuel, therefor aiding in accomplishing resolution (4).



3) I shall try my best to not get into any major arguments with my father. A seriously difficult resolution, but here it is nonetheless. Ok, perhaps try to reduce it to once a month before once every 2 months, and so on and so forth. But I SHALL SUCCEED!!



4) I shall do what i can to incur less expenditure on behalf of my father, reducing the weight loss suffered by his wallet, which seems like it is suffering from anorexia or bulimia. Or something. :P



5) I shall be a stronger person in terms of mental strength, to be more determined, and less emotionally inclined, in turn being more rationally inclined (in basic layman jargon, it is to be more emotionally detached, for it shall serve me well.)



6) I shall use this year to its fullest in terms of academics, studying my arse off and doing my best in my tests and exams, hopefully catapulting me back into my glory days which remain deeply buried and forgotten in the past.



7) Well, basically, as Syazwans mother put it, i'd look better if i lost around 5 to 10 kilos, so I shall strive to do that this year. :)



8) I shall try to not get into any relationships, for one heartbreak is enough, and i do not want this year to end up like the last. 'Try' here being a key word of this resolution, for it is among the most difficult things to control, and it will help me out if, say, just so, perhaps.. This resolution were to 'come up short', or backfire. :P



9) But most of all, I SHALL ENJOY THIS WHOLE YEAR, AND MAKE EVERY MILLISECOND OF EVERY SECOND OF EVERY MINUTE OF EVERY HOUR OF EVERY DAY OF EVERY WEEK OF EVERY MONTH OF THIS YEAR COUNT. Well, it does mean the times when im not exactly hibernating. But alas! This will leave me only good and excellent memories, therefore sandblasting the year of 2008 into oblivion.



All in all, whatever your resolutions are, i do hope you all have a resolution (9) like mine, just dont rip it off fully, for *Disclaimer* subject matter from this post or this blog is subject to copyright laws. Prior permission to fabricate or utilize any part of this blog is required before one can do so. Infringement of this disclaimer can bring forth dire consequences, maybe legal, and maybe not. :P well anyways, enjoy 2009, for it will never ever come back, and who knows, it might be our last.. FB out..



EzzE