Being just ‘ONDE’ is one thing, being ‘ONDE 2’ is another. Wanting to be ‘ONDE’ or ‘ONDE 2’, it’s like you are spoilt for choices between being stupid and being ugly. There is not much gulf of a difference between these two. If you are born ugly but think that you are pretty, then you are STUPID. There’s no need to look at yourself in the mirror. You can’t see stupidity through it unless you really, really, really look stupid.. As stupid as stupid can be, you acted smart but rambled like an idiot…STUPID as you are, you are also UGLY. Like I said before – there’s not much gulf of a difference between these two. More often; one compliments the other, or the very least, they are comparable. That being said, nobody can change a mule into a butterfly. If you’re a mule, you’re a mule and that’s that. By these comments, if you think that I have transgressed beyond the bounds of propriety, just so that you know… I DO NOT STAND CORRECTED.

Many nights before this, I tried to comprehend one thing – how did I do you wrong? I not only use all the brains that I have, but all that I can borrow… I am still lost for answer. For fear of hating you for the wrong reasons, I don’t care to know who you are. It is not as difficult as “Finding Nemo” to find out who you are. All IP addresses are traceable with or without the help of your service provider. The issue before me is simply not trace worthy. So like I said before – for fear of hating you for the wrong reasons, I am not the least curious. I was taught too well that when curiosity does not kill a cat, it makes bad ‘pussies’ out of them. I prefer to be true to myself, even at the hazard of incurring the ridicule of others, rather than to be false, and to incur my own abhorrence. What was it that I did or wrote that touched your raw nerves to a point of menopause? Don’t you have your own life to live, love to give, land to harvest or a common cold to catch? If only you get down from that high horse of yours and walk on solid ground, you will find out soon enough that I am neither an advocate of hatred nor one to harbor an ill of grievance. What does not kill me makes me stronger. But if you chose to trample upon the rights of others to feel and express themselves in a space that doesn’t even belong to you, I don’t care if you are Mother Theresa, be that you are married to St. Peter, St. Paul, St. Luke or St. JOHN, just don’t expect me to exercise restraint. My chat box is here stay but not for the purpose to articulate and propagate your slogan of hatred.

It is better to be hated for what I am or who I am than to be loved for something or someone I am not. For the love of Ziehan, I will continue to bleed this space according to my own gospel. The bond that links my love to hers is not one of blood, but that of respect and joy in each other's life. You can’t simply muscle your way into my space and boss an issue on me. No matter how dysfunctional your estrogen may have seemed, you do not own that right to operate an opinion in here. However impervious one may be to criticisms, there is a clear distinction between constructive comments, sound faculty of reasoning and that of disparaging suggestion. There may be more hairs on your head but there are certainly more brains in mine.

Surely you must have believed in an English idiom of ‘what goes around, comes around.’ Ziehan and I believed in that too. A matter of fact, I used to think that the world was created round only for that purpose. But with people like you in it, I now believe that even if it was created square, what goes around still comes around. We all have a ghost of our own past – our very own demons, our very own shortcomings. Ziehan and I are not without one, but we were never born or raised as children of the lesser GOD. So just do not act all so virtuous and make holy of yourself what you do not preach. Unless of course with all of your virtues and none of your shortcomings, you were born THE FATHER, THE SON AND THE HOLY SISTER. If you happen to have a conscience to consult or guilt to conceal, don’t try to vindicate yourself by washing your dirty linen in here. Lest you forget, you might expose one too many dirt of your own and self inflict upon your pathetic life the pitfall of your excessive pride.

All things said and done, I will not seek for your hand for forgiveness for I did you no wrong. If by your choice you chose to berate in here and continue to sow the seed of angst, you will only harvest your own hatred. Life has a bright side and a dark side. The world of relativity is composed of lights and shadows. If I permit my thoughts to dwell on the evil of others, I will only become just as stupid and ugly. You can bask in the glory of your own pasture…after all; you seem to know the price of everything and the value of nothing.

I remember writing once before that the best years of your life are the ones in which you decide your problems are your own. You do not blame them on your mother, your committee, global warming, the cat next door, the ecology or Osama Bin Laden. As I owe my oath of office as a husband to the woman that I love so much, I will continue to love, to cherish and to protect Ziehan till the end of days. As for you, you can be an ‘ONDE’ or ‘ONDE-ONDE’ at your ‘OWNDAY’ and I will take an ‘ONDE’ at my ‘OWNDAY’… ‘ONE-DAY’ at a time. Get it??