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You Have Your Own

It is amazing how we keep discovering and rediscovering ourselves as we age.

At 53 I just realized that life is not about what I want and what I need. These days it is actually less about what I need and more about what I don’t need. What is more amazing is that I just learned this from my daughter! That tough cookie of mine sometimes outsmarts me in ways that I least expect.

Mandak FaceTimed me this morning (GMT+8) while having her ME time at an ice-cream joint (GMT-6) one hill and a half away from home. Apparently there was an incident she wanted to tell me about, a situation between her and a supposedly-mature housemate the night before. The housemate was being silly, licking a phone holder with suction cup and throwing it to the TV and tossing it around and what-not. It landed in Mandak’s bowl of tofu she was having for dinner in front of the TV.

She got upset, of course. Air liur tu orang sudah masuk dalam mangkuk dia. Mommy dia yang mendengar cerita pun rasa macam nak hayun jak tu mangkuk! But to cut the story short, the housemate got defensive when Mandak was upset. Dia bilang, oh dia felt sorry for Mandak’s narrow-mindedness, itu pun mau upset. Dia main-main jak, kenapa lah ndak pandai have fun, siiikit-sikit mau marah.

Eh!

But my Mandak did not need the negative and childish statement thrown at her. Coincidentally, her brother and another housemate were around, didn’t know the whole story but playfully pressing it on her that she could not take jokes and teases. She retreated to wash the bowl, and withdrew to her room and then went out bicycling for a few miles.


I felt her. The whole retreat and the decision to withdraw was a statement of, “I don’t need this.” It was such a relief knowing that my Mandak realized it, and made a wise and mature decision to not confront immature acts and words from people around her. Bagus! Memanglah hati masih sakit. But what is more sakit is the mentality of people who think their saliva masuk dalam makanan orang is funny.

People say things whether they mean it (for you to think and consider later) or they are just trying to be mean for the moment. But to either let it get to us, or let it go is solely our choice. It hurts when people judge and label us negatively. Just know this, though; people see things not the way things are. They see things the way they are.


Aren’t we all learning? Just because Mandak did not find it laughable when a licked phone holder landed in her food doesn’t mean she is no fun or she is narrow-minded. Hold our tongue, and if we need to speak, speak well. Speak gently. There’s nothing stronger than a gentle word. And in my case, just because in the past I made some poor decisions does not mean I need to be judged at present or in the future. I am learning my lessons from my mistakes.

And I own my mistakes. All of them.
“Yes, I messed up. Tomorrow it will be another day, next year will be another year. It was my mistake, not yours. You have your own.” Thank you Salma Hayek.

Kalau Rindu Itu Panas

Inikah penyejuknya?

It has been almost two months of waking up in an empty house. I haven’t closed Monchies’ bedroom doors since they left. Many nights since April 20th, I kept myself away from home. Work lah, Raya lah, visits lah, work some more lah.

This morning, I walked into Edrick’s room and found this fan on his old sewing-machine-stand desk. There was no way it would still work uncharged for two months, I thought. As it was, I never saw my son using the fan since I bought it two or three years ago.

I turned it on.
It worked like it was charged yesterday. And I miss them like there is no tomorrow.

Bunyi Sunyi

Masih ternanti-nanti
bunyi
tapak kaki
Monchies
turun pagi-pagi
di tangga Mesra ini
memanggil, “Mommy!”

Dua puluh tujuh hari.

Enida
17 May 2026
Mesra Terrace

Banyak bilang perkara bilang,
bilang apa si tampuk manggis;
Banyak hilang perkara hilang,
hilang apa beresak tangis?

Aku Bukan Kidal

Kenangan adalah
kunci-kunci
yang kusimpan
di poket-poket
celana kargoku.

Dan kau
adalah kunci
di poket kiri.

Supaya tangan kananku
tak selalu
mudah mencapaimu
lalu memandu rindu
laju-laju.

Enida
SGIVC Timurbay
Delapan May

Hanya Saja

“Jangan sombong.
Di atas langit masih ada langit.
Hanya saja berkatnya berbeda.”

~Yelisna Zalukhu

The Last Supper

“Anything you would like me to cook or make? Anything you’re craving?” That was my offer even though I knew there’s practically nothing they can’t get at T&T Supermarket in the city where they will be returning to.

Kitreena wanted Nasi Lemak at first, but changed her mind to Lontong. She changed her mind again to Nasi Lemak, but was okay with the vegan one at Hungry Tapir since we were going there the night before their flight. Lontong is easy enough for her to make 8,169 miles away nanti, katanya. While Edrick wanted his favorite Green Curry Pasta and he specifically craved for farfalle. The Dancing Chef Green Curry paste I usually used was a no-go. It had dried shrimp in it. So I grabbed Adabi Kurma powder at Hartamas when we made a quick run for some last minute stuff there.

Monday pagi-pagi lagi I was making pasta – unheard of at our Mesra home. Pasta has always been for dinner. Oh well!


VEGAN FARFALLE KURMA

4 cups of Barilla farfalle (boiled)
2 blocks of hard tofu (mashed)
1 packet of Adabi Kurma powder
1 cup of coconut cream
1 cup of pasta-boiled water
1 cup of grated kyuri
1 holland onion thinly sliced
½ cup of shallots thinly sliced
½ cup of fresh/frozen cilantro
cooking oil
salt and pepper

1. Sautee sliced shallots and holland onion in oil til golden brown.
2. Mix in mashed tofu, kurma powder, coconut cream, pasta water.
3. Simmer til boiling, pour in pasta, kyuri and cilantro.
4. Mix well, add salt and pepper to taste.
5. Serve with love.

Menitik airmata Edrick dapat makan Green Curry Pasta yang saya sempat buat, realizing that he might not get anything like it di negara omputeh. “Alahai sayang, nanti buatlah sendiri. Bukan susah sangat.” Ya, katanya. Tapi takkan lah dapat sama macam Mommy’s cooking. Of course lah. I am simply irreplaceable!



Than Ever

On days when everything seems to push me down,
this video of Monchies playing on a swing
at Dua Pintu Homestay sure pulls me up.

And I would swing higher than ever.

Dan Demi Pintu Ku Buka

Since 2010, the house rule was… to always keep the door behind us closed. So whenever we left our rooms, or went downstairs, all the doors on the third floor should be shut. Mine, the kids’ and the linen closet doors. The reason was the wind, initially. And when Cino came into the household, he was an add-on to the rule. All the more reason why the doors should remain closed. The wind and the moving bulu.

But April 20th 2026, these doors were left open. Cino had left the house a week earlier. And then Monchies followed suit. When I came home from the airport after midnight, I was too exhausted to notice. But the next morning, as I opened my door to go downstairs, I was instantly reminded of who and what that would not be walking through them again. Ever.

Things have changed since. And so will the rules.

Finder’s Keepers

This green and brown bangle, I didn’t find it. It was given to me by the person who found it. Years ago. Well, I am not even sure now if Simon actually found it and gave it to me because I was the first woman he saw after finding the bangle. Maybe he bought it for me and didn’t really wanna make a big deal out of it. But why would he have wanted to get me a bangle? It was so not him, and so not me. I can’t remember where Simon found it. He might have told me where, but I can’t remember where. And I have been forgetting to ask him where he found the bangle. Not that it matters now.

The bangle was not in a box when I got it. It was not wrapped, nor was it in a pouch or anything. Simon handed it to me bugil-bugil just like that. Yes, just like that. At first I thought, hmmm… green wasn’t really my color. Or even if it was, it wasn’t this green. Of all the 50 shades of green, this shade of green wasn’t really my shade of green. But I took it anyway, thanked Simon and kept it with my white bangle, my silver bangle and another green one that is in the shade-of-green-that-I-like bangle.

The thing is… I don’t think Simon even remembers it was him who found the bangle and it was him who gave it me, or it was me that he gave the bangle to. But I am writing about this green and brown bangle because I still keep it. That’s about it. I don’t just keep it, I actually wear it every once in a while. The green has grown on me and I have bought baju kurung, baju kelawar, and many baju lawa to match this shade of green. I am writing this because I can still remember the story behind it.

But you do notice that dot on my wrist, don’t you?