Aleph, Kaf, Aleph

January 27, 2009

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I just completed a dinner designed by Paolo’s mum. Paolo had taught me a recipe his mum taught him years ago when we were together. Kidney with cream and … the three little things that make life ever more worth living – butter, butter, butter and more butter, moutarde de dijon, and a good dose of fresh cream.

Life without these three plus a bottle of good wine is aliken a life without memories, and love! I also discovered that I prefer Diavlo Book compared to Trebuchet MS, OpenOffice compared to MS Office; and a plethora of many other things that make for a pattern in the fabric of life even more intricate, complex and rich. I remembered why I prefer raw fish over cooked ones, fresh vegetables over mashed potatoes, and kisses over fake ‘friends’ who never asked after you throughout their lives, and do so only when they’re in need of something – like a favour, or simply to absorb your energies.

I’m as contagious as flu, and addictive as your next best drug! Like the maelstorm, I do change the lives of those around me. If they’ve been good, they’ll be sizzling bad, and if they’ve been very very bad, they’ll be enticing, like the cream on your Black Forest! ~ AainaA-Ridtz A R

All the more reason as to why you rarely would see me in Public – an invitation to a party would see me slither out quietly away from the hustle bustle of the hip crowd vying to be seen amongst the who’s who in public display. Out of ten invitations, I would turn them all down – unless insisted to pacify the anxieties of the host…ess.

I also prefer the Mac over the PC … ice instead of fire; and the Toccata in D minor, Op 11 over Vivaldi’s Le quattro stagioni. I had bumped into an old friend I’ve not seen for more than fifteen years – and she still is the same, she hasn’t aged one minute bit, and her physical attributes shine brighter than the evening Sun. Its amazing how out of the intricate past, the present you’re in guides and directs you to a better life, even when what may seem terribly disturbed can overnight, be a miracle.

It is the memories that make for a good end – the little things that fill the points de suspension in your book of experiences – the breath that fills the lungs of the Universe… We are all one, even if Israel prefers to be called .. “The Chosen People” for …. what ? The Lord’s Damnation or the Lord’s Praise?

Friend, you are a divine mingle-mangle of guts and stardust. So hang in there! If doors opened for me, they can open for anyone

We are as pearls connected on a string of ♥♥♥ Aleph, Kaf, Aleph ♥♥♥