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Alive and Holding My Breath

Between moving to a new house, vacationing in Kuching (the Rainforest World Music Festival in Santubong was a blast!) and reuniting with a long-lost-but-not-so-lost-kinda long-lost friend in Miri, marking exam papers and keying in grades using my very little knowledge on MS Excel’s formula inserting, attending a job interview at a company in Pusat Bandar Damansara only to find another long-lost-but-not-so-long-lost friend, handing over keys back to the landlord of the previous home, going for my one-month post-IntraLase eye check-up, transferring phones connection to this new place, setting up Streamyx, following hubby furniture-hunting two days in a row between IKEA in Kota Damansara, Gothic in Ampang and Furniture World di pinggiran lebuhraya Jalan Sungai Besi…I pingsan a few times, walked in my sleep half of that time, held my breath and pinched myself, trying to believe I am still alive.

Be couldn’t even remember his name, driving home last night after Sushi at Mid-Valley Mega Mall when I asked if he still knew me. He said, “Oh you…you are the happy thing that happened in my life. I remember you!”

I am alive then. Still.

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I was just thinking today about the doors I closed not knowing why I opened them in the first place.

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Ada Cinta

Ucapkanlah kasih
Satu kata yang kunantikan
Sebab ku tak mampu membaca matamu
Mendengar bisikmu

Nyanyikanlah kasih
Senandung kata hatimu
Sebab ku tak sanggup mengartikan getar ini
Sebab ku meragu pada dirimu

Mengapa berat ungkapkan cinta
Padahal ia ada
Dalam rinai hujan, dalam terang bulan
Juga dalam sedu sedan

Mengapa sulit mengaku cinta
Padahal ia terasa
Dalam rindu dendam, hening malam
Cinta…terasa ada

Acha & Irwansyah

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A Ciabai Story

To Salina, Lisa and nns …thank you for leaving comments on me bloggy, gals! The good thing is, your comments have reminded me of so many other things that I have been thinking and re-thinking and un-thinking of and about. I promised Lisa on this pedas story:

The year was 1998.
I was in Scarborough, Perth, then. The first few months in Western Australia I felt like I was in Fish ‘n Chips heaven. Masuk bulan ketiga, the heaven turned to limbo, and the fourth month…limbo turned to helluva fishy hell. (There is, however, a very good restaurant downtown Perth called ‘A Fishy Affair’.)

After the fifth month I started having some mental imbalance and strange hallucination that resulted in me salivating to the mention of “Tom Yum”. So, off to the Innaloo Fresh Produce Market I went. (What a name for a suburb eh? In-a-Loo! Imagine this conversation:

“Where are ya mate?”
“Innaloo right at the moment.”
“Again? But you were just there 10 minutes ago.”
“I was and I’m still here. Innaloo.”
“But I thought you said you were going to the market?”
“I am.”
“Where is the market?”
“Innaloo!”
“You can’t be serious! So, are you fishing or fertilizing then?”

Silly Aussie!

I asked for the hottest/spiciest cabai there and I got some Habaneros. The guy let me take a quick little lick to prove a point that I didn’t need half a kilo of those bombs. A quick little lick I had and I virtually DIED at the market! I bought six or seven pieces of those orange crinkly peppers and I died six or seven times again…after.

Everytime I made Tom Yum, I had to put only one or two slices for one whole 5L pot (and that is equivalent to over a half baldi of TomYum, ok!) Powerful tak powerful the Habanero kick in Perth. I died a few more deaths that year, but I resurrected a Tom-Yum-mier woman…beating all Tomb-Raiders alive!

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