After meeting Gemgem last night, Gemgem’s been drooling over Huvafen Fushi. I have been drooling over it for the past year or so. It is still my dream honeymoon destination – and for a 5D/4N stay at US$11K, flight at RM2K return, snorkeling alone at US$80 per trip, dinner on the rocks at US$285.00, it shall remain a dream destination unless I strike lottery or 4-D in a big way. Or, I can blackmail or threaten the “Datuks” that hold the week’s winning 4-D number by telling them, “Kalau Datuk tak kasi saya nombor first prize, saya kasi pecah datuk punya kubur!, or something to that effect.
Such is life. Imperfectly perfect. But that is what makes life beautiful and spiced. Spena wrote on her blog about how life would be perfect should Habibi be around, while I am happy with the imperfections that life presents me. There was a time when perfection was my theme; now, I am learning to look beyond imperfections. You can have the most beautiful woman, or most hunk-macho man, as your spouse; but they may snore louder than a mat rempit‘s bike when they sleep. You can have the most perfect setting and ambience of a restaurant but the food may taste bland and far worse than eating at a roadside stall in Pudu perhaps.
Yummy Baby is an example of how imperfectly perfect my life is. I may be biased in making further comments on her in this posting, but I will be frank. I am not a handsome person as she has dated and being wooed by far better looking men with either 6-packs or just all 6 packs merged into one as I. She can be as cranky as some of the other good-looking women I have gone out with. She can be direct and blunt in her remarks. But her beauty is never false nor superficial. She may not be an Angelina Jolie or a Jessica Alba, but by being sincere, honest and truthful of her feelings for me, in the things she do for me, makes her just perfect for me in the most imperfectly perfect way. She does not treat me as an emotional buffer, and the choices she makes are always crystal clear to her. She would always know what she wants, and she knows how to make me feel wanted, loving me for who I am instead of as someone who is there for her to console herself and leave me when she’s had enough consolation, yet holding on to me with an iron grip just to have me as….well, an emotional buffer (again). For her to come and hug me from behind and rest her cheek on my back as I do the dishes on my own accord is just second nature to her – like breathing out and breathing in, and she appreciates all the little things I do for her – perfect or imperfect.
Life for a simple man like me who totally lacks in guile, is about having the second best. And the second best I have now is the closest I can ever get to having a perfect life. And how much more perfect can it get than to be able to spend the rest of this life with someone simple who loves me with all her heart, imperfectly perfect.
Yummy Baby, this song is for you.
Kau begitu sempurna
Dimataku kau begitu indah
kau membuat diriku akan slalu memujamu
Kukan slalu memikirkan dirimu
Tak bisa kubayangkan hidupku tanpa cintamu
Janganlah kau tinggalkan diriku
Takkan mampu menghadapi semua
Hanya bersamamu ku akan bisa
Kau adalah darahku
Kau adalah jantungku
Kau adalah hidupku
Oh sayangku, kau begitu
Kau genggam tanganku
Saat diriku lemah dan terjatuh
Kau bisikkan kata dan hapus semua sesalku