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Siri Bercakap Dengan Edrick XXXII

Posted in Monchies on April 25, 2012| 1 Comment »

The knock on the door at 6:00am was expected. It has been a five-morning-a-week routine for the past (oh-my!) almost two years. In came my Little Big Man in his yellow and green uniform.

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Edrick: Good morning, Mommy.

Mommy: Good morning, sunny boy.

Edrick: Mommmmm… *he isn’t his usual chirpy-birdie self*

Mommy: What is it Monch?

Edrick: I miss Daaaady. *puts his head on my tummy and hands rubbing his eyes*

Mommy: I know, sweetheart. I am sure Daddy misses you too.

Edrick: Does Daddy have a new husband?

Mommy: I don’t think so, baby. A new wife, maybe. But not a husband.

Edrick: Owww! Owww! I mean, wife! Hehehe I forgot. *“forget” is his excuse for everything these days, especially for mistakes*

Mommy: I know what you mean, baby. But I don’t know the answer.

Edrick: Daddy has a new wife, and is that why he doesn’t love you anymore?

Mommy: I don’t know sweetheart. I can’t tell you what I don’t know, can I?

Edrick: No, you can’t. But why doesn’t he tell you about it?

Mommy: I have no idea why, Monch.

Edrick: You sure don’t know much, huh?

Mommy: Yup, I sure don’t know much more than much. But I do know for sure that Daddy loves you very much.

Edrick: But he doesn’t tell me much.

Mommy: I think it’s time for breakfast, my boy.

Edrick: But I love you very much, Mommy. *rubs his face on my tummy and dries his tears with my pyjamas*

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Edrick went downstairs for his breakfast. I got up and was somehow glad I didn’t know much.

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Because You’re It

Posted in Reading, Sense on April 24, 2012| Leave a Comment »

It was an idea I read many many years ago. In fact, it was one of the very first ideas I read in English. I must have been only eleven or twelve then. A long time ago. Too long to remember, and yet not long enough to forget.

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It was a belief that there is one answer to all WHY questions that cannot be reasoned.

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Like…

  • why do people go to the moon?
  • why do men go to prostitutes?
  • why do kids love junk food?
  • why do people climb the mountains?
  • why do women nag?
  • why do children eat their snot?

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The answer is:

Because they can. And because it’s there.

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Why do people go to the moon? Because they can, and because the moon is there. If the moon isn’t there, no one can go to the moon. Why do men go to prostitutes? Because they can. And because the prostitutes are available even when they are not legal. They are there. Ever so ready. Why do kids love junk food? Because they can. Parents are okay with it. And because the junk food is just there, in the pantry!

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I think you know where I am going with the other three questions.

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And if you ask me why I love you, the answer is, because I can.
Because you are there. Not here.

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Chance Mali Chance

Posted in Language, Sense, Service on April 18, 2012| 2 Comments »

Selamat pagi, Puan Rrr…Ro… ssl…errr… xhxzvwqtkdg… errr… Enai… errr… Enai… errr… Eni… da… di mana  saya Saiful Abdul Malik daripada TM Telekom ya puan, di mana saya buat panggilan untuk memaklumkan pihak puan di mana puan telah terpilih kerana puan adalah pelanggan setia kami di mana dengan itu kami di TM Telekom berbesar hati untuk memberikan puan mata ganjaran di mana setiap ringgit yang puan bayar sebagai bil produk dan perkhidmatan kami, puan akan menerima satu mata ganjaran di mana mata ganjaran ini puan boleh redeem dengan pelbagai barangan yang TM tawarkan di mana dengan itu juga melayakkan puan untuk menerima satu lagi tawaran dari TM di mana puan akan dilindungi di bawah plan perlindungan di mana plan ini…

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Encik Saiful Abdul Malik meneruskan penjelasan beliau selama hampir setengah jam. Tapi dalam hati, saya sibuk menyanyi lagu ini:

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“Di mana dia anak kambing saya,
anak kambing saya makan rumput di padang;
di mana dia cinta hati saya,
cinta hati saya yang kuat temberang”.

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I’m All That

Posted in Inside Enida, Mom on April 11, 2012| 1 Comment »

It hadn’t even been twenty-four hours of being at my Dad’s place and I had learned quite a bit more about myself. One thing for sure, I noticed that I feel like a little girl again when I am at my parents’ place. Not sure what it is, but being close to my Dad makes me feel like I have a ‘back-up’. I am a parented parent, so to speak.

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And when I ran into the house upon seeing a tetamu (visitor) pulling in to Dad’s front yard, I puzzled myself! Why did I do that? I am usually a very confident, independent and downright outspoken grown-up woman. But I automatically went back to my old habit of hiding from my parents’ visitors. My sisters and I used to do that a lot. Today, just like those good ole days, I did not come out until Dad’s guest left.

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And somehow, that… whatever that was,
made me feel young again.

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I miss my Mom.

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Will Never Be

Posted in Hurt, Inside Enida on April 7, 2012| Leave a Comment »

“At some point you will realize that you have done too much for someone or something, that the only next possible step to do is to stop. Leave them alone. Walk away. It’s not like you’re giving up, and it’s not like you shouldn’t try. It’s just that you have to draw the line of determination from desperation. What is truly yours would eventually be yours, and what is not, no matter how hard you try, will never be.”

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Sangat

Posted in Abang on April 4, 2012| Leave a Comment »

Sayang…

Mmm…

Rindu Abang tak?

Hah? Rindu?

Ye lah. Abang pergi lama, sayang tak rindu Abang?

Yang sms Abang, yang WhatsApp Abang, Viber lah, Tango lah, Voxer lah tu semua, yang tulis email, tulis kat Facebook Inbox, yang asek berstatus rindu aja kat wall tu, yang tulis kad siap dengan pantun rindu, pantun berjauhan, siap tekup kesan lipstick lagi kat kad tu, yang tidur pakai baju Abang, selimut dengan kain pelikat Abang, peluk bantal Abang, perfume pun pakai perfume Abang, yang sampai Ida tak nak masak lauk kegemaran Abang sebab sedih makan sorang Abang tak ada, yang habis baca 7 buku sebab tak ada Abang nak sembang malam-malam, tak ada dahi, kaki, dan jari nak urut, tak ada idung nak gigit tu… tu Abang rasa bukan rindu ke?

Amboi sayang ni… cakap aja lah, “Rindu sangat, bang.”

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* 😦 nangis terus peluk Abang*

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