Bibik and I talk about anything, everything. Yep, including what is ‘down there’. So I bet you can imagine how much we share about jodoh. There are times when I lose my faith not just in jodoh, but in cinta as well. And those are the times when Bibik convinces me that those tombol-tombol pintu in my life are nothing but my Jodoh Mampir.
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Saya pun tersenyum kembali.
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Archive for February, 2011
Jodoh Mampir
Posted in Sense on February 27, 2011| 1 Comment »
Segunung Intan
Posted in Abang, Humor, tagged Teka-Teki on February 27, 2011| 2 Comments »
Sayang…
Ya.
Abang ada teka-teki ni.
Alaaaa Abang ni! Ida malas laaa teka-teki ni. Nanti jadi bertaki.
Tak tak tak! Yang ni Ida mesti tau punya lah jawapan dia.
Dah tu? Kalau dah tau, takyah lah teka-teki lagi dah.
Alaaaa dengarlah ni sayang. Satu je.
Okay kay kay cepat cepat cepat!
Okay. Dalam banyak-banyak gunung, gunung apa yang tak lari kalau dikejar?
*menjeling curiga*
Eh sayang, ni teka-teki serius tau! Tak lucah langsung.
Hmmm… berapa gunung semuanya ni bang?
Satu je.
Tadi kata banyak-banyak gunung?
Ye laa. Macam soalan teka-teki biasa lah sayang. Mesti ada ungkapan “dalam banyak-banyak” kan?
So satu gunung ni je lah yang takkan lari eh?
Precisely!
Mmmm… Gunung Tahan?
Salah.
Abang kata Ida tau jawapan dia. Ni salah nih?
Tu lah. Abang pun ingat tadi sayang boleh jawap.
Jawap memang boleh. Betul ke tidak ni yang Ida malas ni tauuu!
Cuba lah lagi sayang.
*mencebik malas*
Nak Abang jawap kan tak? Hehe hehe.
Nyampah tau. Abang jawap je lah.
Hehe hehe hehe mana ada gunung boleh lari lah sayang. Sebab tu takde orang kejar.
*bangun lari ke dapur*
Aikkk gunung Abang dah lari? Nak Abang kejar tak ni sayang?
Menchiiiiiiiii tauuuu! *jerit dari dapur*
Hehehehehehehehehehe.
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Down On Me
Posted in Travel on February 27, 2011| Leave a Comment »
Of Silence
Posted in Inside Enida, tagged Rindu on February 26, 2011| 1 Comment »
Hapang Dekok?
Posted in Language on February 26, 2011| Leave a Comment »
Ghabu loh nigi gha’i koi mengkubok ke besepuk nok ngenok ke denmer ke cekoh mek. Pughe nyer tesing koi doh ghali bebughoh la’alu’u. Tok watu paser ke bungoh nyer. Banggor kutor, malan pedan kutor, nyabok gujek loh kutor nyer. Nok taker ke gho’ang cepoh samok, tok watu paser. Tok yabik dunoh dembe tok watu juhong kampei. Saghe nyer tok dan’er hok nok nenge ke koi. Kengmaler hok maner nye tinne’et, tigu lah yager te. Hapang dekok?
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Love, Clarity and Conviction
Posted in Sense on February 23, 2011| 2 Comments »
Acts of Faith by Iyanla Vanzant
Daily Meditations for People of Color
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Daily Meditations for People of Color
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Speak your truth and speak it quick!
—Michael Cornelius
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Saying what you really think, feel or believe is often difficult. Usually you don’t want to hurt other people’s feelings. Even when they infuriate you, you don’t want to make someone mad.
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The real truth of the matter is, somewhere deep down inside, you don’t believe your feelings are “right” or that you have the “right” to feel the way you do.
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When you hold on to the feelings you become angry, fearful and confused. When you don’t say what is on your mind you will be prone to gossip, rebel or commit acts of betrayal against yourself and others.
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The only way to free yourself from the stress of not saying what you think is to speak the truth with love, clarity and conviction. And to speak it quickly with a conscious tongue.
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I speak my truth from my heart.
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Entirely You
Posted in Inside Enida on February 22, 2011| Leave a Comment »
The entire 11.2 kilometers drive this morning, I was grappling for distraction. The entire 11.2 kilometers, yes. I didn’t want to tune in to Sinar FM or 89.9 BFM. They would just make me forget what I was trying hard not to remember. You.
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And then the entire 11.2 kilometers driving home, you came to my undistracted mind. The entire 11.2 kilometers, yes. And I realized that all I needed wasn’t distraction. I needed some direction. And just as I was going to give the steering wheel to you, you held my hands instead.
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Thank you for driving me home.
Hanya cintaMu yang terbaik untukku.
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The Faraway Skies
Posted in Inside Enida, Reading on February 22, 2011| Leave a Comment »
My love…
I am going to bed with Robert Greene tonight to figure out a little more about his Seduction and how artistic it can get. But I am hoping to wake up with Cecelia Ahern. After all, it is all about The Book of Tomorrow. So if you feel like I am being unfaithful to you tonight, what can I say. I am letting you go. For her name is Reality. She deserves you.
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And I…
I am just a book
you have not read.
My words are stars
in the faraway skies
you have not reached.
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Goodnight my love.
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When Love Beckons
Posted in Monchies, tagged Love on February 21, 2011| 9 Comments »
A while has it been since I really looked at love and knew what it was. And when the one I loved stomped on love like it was a finished cigar butt, love lost its light. And I… I lost its meaning. But then again, it was I who was looking at the wrong places, wrong faces.
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Now, love is when…
- he runs to the kitchen to look at what I am cooking.
- she takes time to say, “Smellin’ good Mom!” on her way to the phone, and even when she is on the phone.
- he says, “Good night sweet Mommy!”
- she looks at me with tears in her eyes and says, “I will never ever stop loving you, Mom.”
- he thinks no one can ever smell better than me in the morning, at noon and night. Even at bedtime.
- she knows every pair of earrings I have and where I got them.
- he thinks I am the best Greensleeves singer in the universe.
- she draws, sketches and composes songs about no one else but me.
- he never misses the “I love you Mom! See you at 2 o’clock!” when I drop him off at school.
- she leaves the home-made cards of “I miss you loads and toads, Mommy” when I have to be away.
- he hands me a Kleenex when I sneeze, cry, sob and chop some onions.
- she reminds me about the morning hugs before we get in the car.
- they are the reason I wake up every day and sleep every night.
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The whole world can go tumbling down with its Jack and Jill.
I am at the top of the hill.
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Questionable Nature
Posted in Abang, Write On on February 19, 2011| 2 Comments »
Yes, I have been asked a lot of questions about my ‘Abang‘ entries. Some questions show curiosity. Some show confusion. Quite a few are downright accusative! 🙂
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But what can I say. Despite my gentle nature, my imagination is wild.
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Here is a list of questions I have been asked of late:
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- Who is Abang?
- Is ‘Ida’ Enida?
- Are the stories from your experience?
- When did this happen?
- Are you having an affair?
- The letter in By Hand, did you really write it to Abang?
- Isn’t your Abang an omputeh?
- How come the conversation is so Malay?
- Have you remarried?
- Whose stories are these?
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Don’t you feel like asking some of these questions yourself? Ask, then. And with a big smile… I’d say, “Good questions!”
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