Questa è Enida

I really felt like writing after reading a few of my previous posts. Phew! I sure ‘sounded’ sombong bongkak and berlagak tak tentu pasal for no apparent reasons. I shouldn’t have vented it out at that moment when the whole thing still menggelegak I guess. But hey, I thought that’s what blogs are for, tak ke? I’d be in a big dodo if that pan yau of mine baca my blog (and of course akan menyebarkan berita kepada kengkawan sekelian yang ada as that what she usually does anyway). And mind ya, rotten news spreads like wild fire. Oh so much bigger and badder than Sumatra’s forest fire, I tell you.

If ngo pan yau were smart, and if she knew I was talking about tak lain dan tak bukan cik puan who-else…she wouldn’t say boo to anyone. Afterall, I didn’t mention any names. But if she weren’t, I guess there would be some other friends who would have read the posts by now. Ah well, biasalah manusia. Some have more noodles than others. Many just refuse to do the noodle dance. They just let the thing between their ears just sit there to gather dust and more dust. Jerebu or jerubu also can lah, the hazier the better.

Oh by the way, my brother-in-law is budak Jelebu.

Enough of the mukadimah. I actually have two people/stories to compare. The underlying issue is attitude, seperti biasa. The stories, nevertheless, are pretty simple. Okay, some background: when I first got married, I was quite content that children were to be left out of the picture. Two years into the marriage, I was still quite content to remain a DINKy couple. (Double Income No Kids-y that is.) So when friends started asking, my answer was just that. I was quite content. Plus, I had a few years before getting to that dreadful number 35. (You’d be amazed to know that many women think that if you get pregnant after your 35th birthday, you WILL have a child with Down Syndrome. My mom carried three children after her 35th birthday – and her final when she was 42. God’s willing, elok je belaka-laka.)

Anyway, when Be and I decided to get a new picture…bringing a child into it, we sure had to work hard! We never asked for one until then. After many months of the menghitung hari di calendar sessions and a few packs of ‘Clear Blue’ going down the drain, fruit of the labor came true. Bakti disemai, bukti dituai lah katakan. Echeh! So, I broke the good news to kengkawan handai taulan, including Person X and Person Y (nama samaran) – both had been aware of my earlier contentment and both didn’t know we had changed our mind and had been trying to conceive.

Person X’s response:
That is great news Enida! Anak tu rezeki. Maybe you felt that you weren’t ready before kot. Tak pe lah. God doesn’t give you what He knows you cannot take. It’s good that you shifted gear. Boleh le anak saya main dengan anak awak kan? And lepas ni boleh le kita tukor citer mak-mak. Muahahahaa!

Person Y’s response:
Hoi! What happened? Accident ka? Ha ha ha ha! Tu lah cakap besor tak nak anak sampai umur 35 konon. Nah kau!

There!
Does one need a psychologist to tell which person has a positive attitude and which doesn’t? I didn’t. So I steered away from Person Y for a long time. She sure made it sound like a child was a musibah that was cursed unto me. Well, I am certain she didn’t mean it that way as she had a few kids herself at that time. But choice of words nyer mak ai, menusuk jantung kalbu. Tak de ke vocabulary kudakulari yang memolek sikit?

Tu lah kan…some people simply have no good things to say. You tell them your sad stories, they will say…I told you so or it’s all our own doings, self-fulfilling prophecy. You share with them happy news, they will find ways to bring you down, make you feel bad or guilty for being fortunate. Like you don’t deserve to be happy no matter how good you’ve been. To the point that you just can’t help but wondering either why they are so negative, or what have you done that they cannot just be happy for you.

My theory is that, negative people have so much to envy other people about because they are never happy with what they have. And my attitude in MY own blog is that, I am having so much fun feeding the fire by being that pompuan belagak kaya that I am – not. Muahahaha! Besides, it feels great to know that many of my berlagak stories have made a round to quite a few friends who, until only recently, didn’t even know what blogging was. Oh haa, another thing…negative people not only always believe everything they read, but they spread it like butter on hot toast!

Good news:
I have everything that makes me happy, and I am happy with everything I have. Not much, but enough. That includes this blog.

Bad news:
So if you are not happy with my being happy with my blog, get your own and see if I care.