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Just Be-Cause

I remember being asked by Kitreena the other day as to why I liked blue – the color. And I remember telling her that when you like something you don’t need a reason. That’s the principle I have held on to for as long as I can remember. But today, at Cafe Kazema HUKM – which to us has been Cafe Aczema – Ka Cher and I unintentionally dived into the subject. We never intend to dive into any subject any day anyway. We just dive. And we always have a good swim.

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After reading As Zewt As It Gets some time ago, Ka Cher got the impression that Zewt believes at some point, one should have the need to reason why one loves the way one does. One needs to be able to fill in the blank to complete this statement:

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“I love you because __________.”

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I suppose, logically speaking…when you have your reason why you do, it makes it easier to reason why you don’t when you don’t. Then, your logic can tell your heart to finish this statement:

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“I don’t love you (anymore) because __________.”

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As soon as we made that plunge, I sank myself for a little while longer than usual. Just enough to come back to the surface and not drown. While I was in there, I hit my rock bottom. I realized, for reasons known only to him, Be never loved me. He just let himself drift away along those ten years with me. And when he drifted apart from me, he just let it be. And I…I was just too busy hanging on to love. I thought it was love that was keeping us alive. Together.

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I surfaced.

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And beyond any logic or needs to reason, I left both statements with each blank unfilled. For reasons known only to me, I love(d) him unreasonably.

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Like You Did Before

I tried to write....

But I am exhausted. I just want to go to bed, wishing I could cuddle up with a man who would love me gently with my terms and who would just take me by the hands, pull me into his arms, look me in the eyes, admire my imperfect face, play with my hair a little, say nothing, touch my chin, take my lips with his, consume my thoughts, breathe me in, feel my pain, and silently make me love..

Again.

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Hope life’s been good to you since you’ve been gone
I’m doin’ fine now – I’ve finally moved on
It’s not so bad – I’m not that sad

I’m not suprised just how well I’ve survived
I’m over the worst, and I feel so alive
I can’t complain – I’m free again

And it only hurts when I’m breathing
My heart only breaks when it’s beating
My dreams only die when I’m dreaming
So, I hold my breath – to forget

Don’t think I’m lyin’ ’round cryin’ at night
There’s no need to worry, I’m really all right
I’ve never looked back – as a matter of fact

And it only hurts when I’m breathing
My heart only breaks when it’s beating
My dreams only die when I’m dreaming
So, I hold my breath – to forget

It only hurts when I breathe

~Shania Twain

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Philosophically Speaking

What you do teaches some, but what you are teaches most.

Just like…

What you say tells some, but what you do tells all.

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Capriciously Me

I am flying to Singapore the morning of November 27 and flying back the same night just for this.

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With This Ring…

It was a smooth sailing tour of duty yesterday, despite getting to the hospital not as early as I anticipated. I kinda knew the doctors would not be around as early as 0900 anyway. Plus the training took a little longer than usual (after being idle, gym-wise, for almost two weeks over the festivity time).

Smooth-sailing as it was, I did have an accident. No, I did not run into that overloaded trailer suddenly jumping onto my lane trying to pass a slow truck at 50km/hr, when I was going at 100 down the hills just before the turnoff to Selesa Hillhomes/Janda Baik. Thank God, no.

I actually accidentally forgot to wear my rings.

I don’t usually take my wedding and engagement rings off. Only once. And that was on October 4, 2008, when Be and I met up. I didn’t see his, so I took mine off right before his eyes. And no, I wasn’t trying to spite him, or be sarcastic or anything. I just didn’t want to be seen as a married woman dating a single man. Even though reality is, that ‘single man’ is my lawfully wedded husband. What a silly invisible paper! If only marriage contract had to be worn like a pendant.

At the hospital yesterday, I didn’t realize how bare my fingers were until I saw a silver ring on Dr Aziz’s finger. For some reason, almost reflectively, I brought my hands to my chest feeling profoundly empty, unbelonged and unbeloved. And later, driving through the mountains, though unlawfully fast, I tried to be the safest possible. I had to keep safe at least until the rings are back on my fingers.

Maybe not having the rings on my fingers was not the accident. Maybe the emptiness, the unbelonging-ness and the unbeloved-ness were all accidents rolled into one. Maybe it’s the rings that band me to the emptiness. But then again, maybe it’s the rings that bind me to fidelity. For all I know, I am wedded to mother Kitreena on my right, and Edrick on my left. They are the true rings on my fingers.

I got home safe and sound, raging through hell and high water on MRR2 and E2. But the funny thing was…as soon as I was home, the emptiness just went away. I didn’t put the rings back on my fingers until this morning. But I slept through the night feeling belonged.

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Mom, Tour Of Duty

I’ll be off to HUKM this morning to gaze into Dr. Aziz’s gray eyes see Dr. Aziz and pick up another troley of Mom’s medicine. The team decided that Mom needs a lot more into her before she goes into her first cycle of chemo this coming Monday. So, I am driving east, through the mountains, to get the medicine to Mom today. My tour of duty, with love.

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Analogically speaking…
You know you like coffee. You know you have liked coffee all your life. And when we got together, you kinda hinted that you liked coffee. But that’s all they were. Hints. You never really did come out and say you wanted coffee. C.O.F.F.E.E. plain and simple.

And I…
I have been a tea personality. Not that I like tea all that much. Yet I like serving tea. T.E.A. even more plain and simple! And the fact that you never said anything about wanting other than tea, I took it that you liked my tea. Otherwise you would have mentioned coffee. Plus, you had nothing but praises for my tea. So Darjeeling it is, darling!

Being away from your tea wife, you found coffee. And you wondered why you were never happy with my tea. You accused me of never serving coffee when all you wanted was coffee and not tea. You hold on to your new-found coffee for the love of life and for the fear of ever having to come back to my tea.

Little that you know, all these years I have been waiting for you to come out and tell me that you wanted coffee. And in the meantime I have coffees piled up on me left right and center. No, I won’t ask whether you would come back to share my coffee. Not now. It’s not about liking coffee or tea now, is it? Coffee is coffee, whatever fancy names you order – Machiato, Cappucino, Flat White or Espresso.

It’s not the what question. It’s the which. And it’s all about being honest with ourselves.

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Analogically speaking…
You know you like coffee. You know you have liked coffee all your life. And when we got together, you kinda hinted that you liked coffee. But that’s all they were. Hints. You never really did come out and say you wanted coffee. C.O.F.F.E.E. plain and simple.

And I…
I have been a tea personality. Not that I like tea all that much. Yet I like serving tea. T.E.A. even more plain and simple! And the fact that you never said anything about wanting other than tea, I took it that you liked my tea. Otherwise you would have mentioned coffee. Plus, you had nothing but praises for my tea. So Darjeeling it is, darling!

Being away from your tea wife, you found coffee. And you wondered why you were never happy with my tea. You accused me for never serving coffee when all you wanted was coffee and not tea. You hold on to your new-found coffee for the love of life and for the fear of ever having to come back to my tea.

Little that you know, all these years I have been waiting for you to come out and tell me that you wanted coffee. And in the meantime I have coffees piled up on me left right and center. No, I won’t ask whether you would come back to share my coffee. Not now. It’s not about liking coffee or tea now, is it? Coffee is coffee, whatever fancy names you order – Machiato, Cappucino, Flat White or Espresso.

It’s not the what question. It’s the which. And it’s all about being honest with ourselves.

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You Come To My Sensuousness

The view from my bed.

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