Posted in Hurt, Inside Enida, Poetry on December 15, 2015| Leave a Comment »
Kalau nak sangat sedih,
biar sedih betul-betul.
Sedih habis-habis.
Sebab sedih itu,
dalam sakit dan perih-payahnya,
sementara.
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Kalau nak sangat menangis,
biar menangis betul-betul.
Menangis habis-habis.
Sebab menangis itu,
dalam pedih dan bengkak-bengkilnya,
membasuh jiwa.
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Sedih lah. Menangis lah.
Penat sedih, penat menangis nanti, kita berhenti.
Letih sedih, letih menangis nanti, kita berdiri.
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Tak mati.
Ada masa lagi.
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*Enida
Mesra Terrace
15 Disember 2015
Posted in Monchies, Sense, tagged Parenting on December 13, 2015| Leave a Comment »
Some time in October…
It was just him, these two days. His sister is recovering from the battle with the haze. Today, to distract us from thinking too much and being bothered by the pollution, I asked him about the most interesting lesson he learned at school.
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Edrick: Mom, I think microbes are amazing.
Mommy: Oh yes they are.
Edrick: And it is amazing how many diseases they can cause.
Mommy: That is because they are super duper tiny, they can get into anything.
Edrick: Yeah, I know. Mom, have you ever had wumps?
Mommy: You mean, mumps or lumps?
Edrick: Hahaha sorry, not wumps. I mean mumps.
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I had a big laugh that I forgot to tell him the story of my humps.
Uh! I mean mumps!
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Posted in Monchies, Travel, tagged Single-Parenting on December 13, 2015| 1 Comment »
Driving all the way home from Klebang Besar, Melaka, after sending items for a 6-day booth (event), I went through some thoughts. And some feelings too, honestly.
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Listening to the Monchies’ snore, I actually felt bad that I had to drag them with me on an over 300-kilometer journey like that on a week night. They brought their homework with them and they did try to work on it when we had a drink at a warung. Monchies slept almost all the way up because they were tired from school. And they slept all the way home, because it was simply bedtime.
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I felt bad, though… at some point, that life has taken us on this path. This having-to-pack-the-kids-wherever-I-go path that we’ve been on since Bibik left is sure taking some toll on Monchies’ time and energy. I felt bad that I have not been able to ask people for help in babysitting the kids, and that was because of my trust issue and my I-can-do-it-all syndrome.
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But then again, I would not have done it any other way. I am just an everyday girl, yes. With an everyday life, indeed. And this running-around-selling-tshirts business has put me where I belong, counting my blessings every day with my kids in my car, and in my arms, whenever and wherever I want.
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Ayer Keroh, Ayer Molek, or Ayer Jerneh, we are together. That’s all that matters. These little ones don’t stay little forever.
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