Posted in Inside Enida on December 29, 2010| 6 Comments »
This Enida, on this day, has only this to say…
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Selamat ulangtahun, sayang.
Happy birthday, love.
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Yes, I sayang myself. The best gift I can ever give myself is my love, above all loves. And since life is short, I am now gone to love this Enida on this day.
It’s my day.
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I’ll see you in the morning, sunshine!
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Posted in Humor, Travel on December 28, 2010| 1 Comment »
Sebenarnya saya berniat hendak meletakkan senarai di bawah ini di dinding Facebook saya sebentar tadi. Tetapi kerana panjangnya melebihi sejengkal, saya kira lebih baiklah saya merapu di sini.
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Enida Supian-Johnson agak berbulu jika hotel yang beliau duduki mempunyai:
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Oleh sebab-sebab keteberbuluan saya ini, sayugia dimaklumkan bahawa saya sedang mengarang satu kertas kerja khas bagi melatih pekerja-pekerja hotel berkenaan supaya hotel berkenaan mampu membuatkan hati saya jadi berkenan semula. Semoga diperkenankan niat suci lagi murni saya ini.
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Posted in Inside Enida on December 27, 2010| Leave a Comment »
When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,
When the road you’re trudging seems all uphill,
When the funds are low and the debts are high,
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit,
Rest, if you must, but don’t you quit.Life is queer with its twists and turns,
As every one of us sometimes learns,
And many a failure turns about,
When he might have won had he stuck it out;
Don’t give up though the pace seems slow–
You may succeed with another blow.Often the goal is nearer than,
It seems to a faint and faltering man,
Often the struggler has given up,
When he might have captured the victor’s cup,
And he learned too late when the night slipped down,
How close he was to the golden crown.Success is failure turned inside out–
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt,
And you never can tell how close you are,
It may be near when it seems so far,
So stick to the fight when you’re hardest hit–
It’s when things seem worst that you must not quit.– Author unknown
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I ain’t no quitter. Nah, not me. I am just tired of unkindness. You know, things people do when they fall out of love. Like they raise their voice to all questions that sound like criticism to their unloving ears. Like they look at your face the way they look at beggars. Like they won’t let you touch them for the fear of you giving them diseases. Like they want to have nothing to do with you. And like they have never loved you anyway. Like twelve years of marriage had brought nothing good at all.
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They forget. And I am tired of reminding myself that it is not worth it. Yes I do feel like I am hit the hardest at the moment. Tapi saya ini Intan, dia kaca.
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I am just gone polishing.
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Posted in Monchies, tagged Parenting on December 26, 2010| 2 Comments »
Since Edrick’s hands are still too small for guitar, I was advised to start him with piano instead. So off he went for a piano trial class with Miss Chui Yi on Friday with Daddy.
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Mommy: How was it Monch? Did you enjoy your piano class?
Edrick: Oh yes, Mommy! My piano teacher said, I did really well.
Daddy: Oh yeah! You couldn’t stop saying goodbye and giving your teacher flying kisses on the way out, could you?
Mommy: Ohhh? Edrick???
Edrick: I still love you Mom!
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.I should not have taken it to heart, but suddenly I felt like crying.
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Posted in Hurt on December 26, 2010| Leave a Comment »
I wrote this a while ago. Unless I try really hard to recall, I can’t even remember whom it was for:
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Saya sudah penat dengan penat. Penat yang kadang-kadang tersebut hanya di mulut. Tubuh tak mengikut. Saya penat memahami. Saya penat menanti. Seperti banyak yang mengaku mengerti saya, tapi tak ada yang menguntukkan masa. Saya seharusnya jangan menunggu-nunggu. Mungkin sudah sampai waktunya saya melangkah pergi.
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Kerana kelihatannya seperti tak akan ada satu pun surat cinta saya berbalas cinta.
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Hmmm whatever lah Enida!
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Posted in Hurt on December 26, 2010| Leave a Comment »
Dear Farah,
I read you, and my heart goes out to you. I have so much to say, and yet only this is worth saying about him and her. Tell her, “If he can do it with you, he can do it to you.” That is lesson numero uno about faithfulness.And you, my dear, are worth all the love waiting for you.
Picking out a good apple takes time. You’re lucky, the rotten one has volunteered to garbage himself. Bad apples belong together.
Here’s sending you the biggest hug from Moscow.
Love,
Enida.
Thank you Farah, for reminding me of this. I am now chanting this to myself in every waking hour when the pain gets to be a bit too much to bear.
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Posted in Hurt on December 25, 2010| 1 Comment »
Serasa saya musim dingin di Bukit Pokrovsky itu sejuknya sampai ke Jalan Duta. Dinginnya sampai tak ada please. Tak ada sorry. Dan tak ada thank you. Malah penat lelah saya menulis kad, saya sendiri yang memungutnya di beg sampah. Begitulah kalau sudah tak ada cinta. Barangkali kalau saya ini sekeping sampul surat, sudah lama saya berada di dasar tong sampah hijau di luar pintu itu. Koyak.
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Posted in Humor on December 23, 2010| 4 Comments »
Kalao wa mao ikut hati aaa, memang sula lama talak tahan wo. Wa machiam-machiam sula chiupe. Sula kasi semayang, sula kasi lo’a, sula kasi saba wa munyia hati. Sula tahan lua taun. Liswan aaa, mukan festaim okey. Sula manyiak kali. Wa mao cheliter oso mikin hancho wa munyia hati. Etfes mao liam-liam kasi lupa, wa tamau pising. Sula upat hati, tutup puku. Tapi ni olang manyiak suka pikin sakit wa munyia hati. Lia munyia mulut manyiak musok wo. Hati lia manyiak losak. Haiiiyyyaaa!
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Lastaim aaa, lia lagi mao tinggai wa sama choodren aaa, taim wa munyia amak lagi sakit palah sana spitai lulok aisiyu koma aaa, lia lagi pest pigi holilay lengan lia munyia amoy mini olang pigi Spen sana wo. Sula mao tinggai, sumua pun chiakap pakai emel oni wo. Tamau malik lumah chiakap lepan-lepan wa munyia muker. Tamau tengok choodren munyia muker. Kichiam munyia olang ni machiam. Haiiiyyyaaa!
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Itu chiam aaa, wa manyiak seley wo aitelyu. Satu mulan wa kasi tempo lili sinili mao keliau ka, mau chiaput kining ka, mao chiaput lali ka, mao kaler lamput ka, mao potong ayam hitam ka, mao motong kitah ka. Satu mulan apis aaa, Tuan Ala sula kasi tunchiuk wa sain, suluh wa mangkit wo. Tamau seley-seley tu machiam. Vely unplolaktif, one cent oso kenot plofit maa. Wa pun mangkit aaa, mangun chali kuat, lapat kuat sikit hati. Palan kimok pun sula kulus itu chiam apis satu mulan. Haiiiyyyaaa!
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Taim lia palik Spen sama tu mini olang, lagi hali laya maa. Lagi lulok sana hotel Chiulompo Klaun Plasa, tamau palik tengok choodren. Lagi lia munyia amoy sula pleknen tatao siapa kasi pleknen. Lia sinili munyia lou-gong ka, wa munyia lou-gong ka. Sampai sikalang pun tatao itu anak aaa siapa lia munyia apak wo. Itu amoy munyia lou-gong pun wa ingat tatao itu anak ala plopapility pukan lia munyia wo. Talak hati munyia mini talak kasitao. Haiiiyyyaaa!
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Etfes aaa, wa pun tao laa lia sula no more sayang-sayang sama wa oledy. Okey la kasi lepas laa. Lia mao mini palu, go ahead maa. Sula chiemu ni machiam, kasi eksklim make-over oso nating happen, wa gelenti munyia. So aaa, wa pun chiumpa itu mini olang lagi mao pakai lua laki aaa, kasi lia tao laa. Wa pun manusia piasa ala hati maa. Satu hali nanti aa, kalao olang lain latang kasi angkat lia munyia laki pun lia misti mao seley wo. Sinili mao ingat laa hor? Lulu wa lapat wa munyia lou-gong, lia lagi lula maa – tala mini – sula chiyerai. Ini olang awsai mao main manyiak laki meh? Chichik wo. Haiiiyyyaa!
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Eniwei, sula pagi meh? Haiiiyyyaaa wa mao tilo lulu aaa. Ala meeting plochek pagoi munyia lalam chiam sepulo ini machiam. Wa misti mao sampung veli veli shotli. Lali satu machiam misti masok lua machiam.
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Posted in Inside Enida on December 22, 2010| 2 Comments »
In all my strength, there is one thing I am not built for. I have no ability to hate. I wish I could. And if I could, I wish I could hate and be hurtful. And if I could hate, I wish I could use the ugliest language ever spoken on earth – complete with the spitting and the snorting, if there is such a language. Mind you, I am very linguistic!
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But I am just not built nor made to hate. Not that way. And all the worldly languages would fail me when I am hurt or when I am even thinking of having an intention to hate. I have the tendency to think before I hate. There is no such thing as after I hate, either. Because I have never been able to go all the way to the starting point of hating. Hating finishes before it begins.
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Life is short. Hating does not just shorten it. It kills the heart. But as heartless as I would like to think I am… I am very much alive.
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Posted in Mom on December 20, 2010| 6 Comments »
Maybe I didn’t believe that Mom was watching over me from heaven. I have been longing for her touch so much… that I merajuk in a way. Yes, I merajuk a lot these days with so many people. I merajuk with the whole world, if the whole world cares. But for now, I would only admit that I merajuk with Mom for going too soon.
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Maybe I didn’t believe that Mom was watching over me from heaven. So today God shed some light on me. And I saw it in the eyes of Mr. Traffic Policeman who stopped me for going 25km over the speed limit near the Penchala Link! He was speaking very politely and giving me a very gentle reminder to slow down a notch. He even asked me to “Take care tau!” If he wasn’t wearing those RayBan, I swear he actually winked at me. Oh Enida!
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Maybe I didn’t believe that Mom was watching over me from heaven. Until He gave me someone who spoke to me so tenderly just as though I was hearing Mom in the gentle voice calling me Sayang all the way. There were times today when I felt like running into the loving arms just to be me, that scared little me. But the strength in Mom was in me.
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Maybe I didn’t believe that Mom was watching over me from heaven. Until I feel her presence in every empty space in my heart, sitting with my two children… one on her left and one on her right.
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Happy Birthday Mom. You would have been 62 today. I missed you yesterday just as much as I miss you today, and just the way that I will tomorrow.
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Dalam semua esok, kita ada semalam.
In all tomorrows, we have yesterdays.
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