(Making) Room for Love

(Sunday, January 13, 2008)

him:
oh sorry to sneak in the book tht way and not even writing anything
basically what i hv to say is . . .i just came across the book .. and thought of you ...
and i felt that perhaps everyone chooses their own path in life.
and pray there is that little room for love in yours !!

her:
hahha
yeah i was expecting some personalized notes ;P
but it's fine
thanks for the thought

him:
when i say love, is a man that is to love you infinitely =) am sure he will to avail one day very soon

her:
soon.. maybe =)
thanks for the sweet thoughts

him:
pleasure! =)

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Yes, I have chosen my path.
And you have chosen your path.

We were to go separate ways from the beginning.
Our paths only crossed once, never to join nor to link.

Your room is finally filled.
Mine, I guess, is still under (eternal) construction.

Few have occupied it, including you.
All have only stayed (so) briefly, including you.

But nevertheless, thank you.
For once painting my room sweet cherry red.

One last hug.
And so this is goodbye..

On Being Expired

It was a gloomy morning today when I came into the office. The sky had been shedding tears since dawn, and the streets were empty because most people have gone out for a long vacation.

I walked in half expecting the new elevator to (finally) be installed, but sadly I was relying on yet another false hope. It has been more than a month since they worked on revamping the elevator and since then, we had to climb the stairs everyday to 5th floor -- a few times a day of course -- and sometimes with loads of baggage in our hands.

As I was reaching the 5th floor (which is the top floor, by the way), my eyes were drawn to the foremost newspaper which was hanged on the newspaper rack in the mini lobby area. Which was rather unusual since it never happened before as I'm not a newspaper person -- I barely touched them. But on this particular morning, it just happened. It was The Jakarta Post and on it was this headline: Benazir Bhutto Assassinated.

I was stunned. I walked closer, picked it up, and read the news right then and there.

[Coelho's] Convention of Those Wounded in Love

General provisions:

A – Whereas the saying “all is fair in love and war” is absolutely correct;

B – Whereas for war we have the Geneva Convention, approved on 22 August 1864, which provides for those wounded in the battle field, but until now no convention has been signed concerning those wounded in love, who are far greater in number;

It is hereby decreed that:

Article 1 – All lovers, of any sex, are alerted that love, besides being a blessing, is also something extremely dangerous, unpredictable and capable of causing serious damage. Consequently, anyone planning to love should be aware that they are exposing their body and soul to various types of wounds, and that they shall not be able to blame their partner at any moment, since the risk is the same for both.

Freedom

I am convinced that no one loses anyone, because no one owns anyone.
That is the true experience of freedom: having the most important thing in the World without owning it.
-Paulo Coelho-


Soon
my darling
freedom shall come
soon

I will brace myself
for that day
Approaching too soon
than expected

And then
Goodbye

This time's for real

[Daily Sutra]: Nature Knows Best

Nature Knows Best

See how many desires you have had, and how many desires were not fulfilled, and how many desires you feel that way: when it was not fulfilled, it was good, "It was best for me." Don't you see this? Some desires which were not fulfilled, it was good for you. So, Nature knows what is best for you ...

So maybe it is best that you walked away. And I accepted that, with time.
But now you're back. And I couldn't ignore it when you came knocking once again.
Though you will only be here for a brief moment, before you finally walk away again.
That is something I am very much aware of. That is the risk I am taking myself into.
And one day I would see you not again. One day I would miss you yet again.
One day you will turn your back on me. And there will be no coming back for you, nor me..
Not again.. Not ever..