Questa è Enida

Just to get my thoughts a little organized, I am going to post an entry about what annoy me bit by bit. Yes, what annoy me – not what annoys me. Apparently I have many. Yeah yeah, go ahead, judge me and call me a negative thinker all you want. What I was about to say is that…what do not make it to this Annoy-nymous List are the things I tolerate well, or those I am (easily) impressed with.

Annoyance #1:
Judgementality
What you do does not tell everything about what you are. Yes, what you do does reflect some of your capability and credibility. But to call a person a slut just because she uses the word horny on her blog is… hello? So insecure! As if.

Annoyance#2:
Noises
Dragging a chair noisily across a room, chewing noisily (and I mean not when eating something crispy or crunchy), honking for more than 2 seconds, talking on the phone max-volume like it’s the whole world punya business! This one really cannot tahan, especially when it happens in a hospital ward. Note my usage of WHEN, and not IF it happens. Because it happens everyday.

Until Annoyance#3, be gone and be good. Don’t you try to annoy me now.

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I would take the call from Cik Nan any day. Rainy, sunny, or horny.

p.s. Last year, I saw this tag thing on Facebook. If you are tagged, think of a movie or TV show title and finish it with the phrase ‘between my legs’.

Example:

Seven Pounds between my legs
Lord of The Rings between my legs
Pretty Woman between my legs
Sepet between my legs
Matinya Seorang Patriot between my legs
Desperate Housewives between my legs

Now, please feel free to tag yourself…ahaks, between your legs.

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If I were to be something like ‘The-Bond-Girls’ kinda girl, I have no doubt I would be ‘The-Ramlee-Girls’ kinda girl. Ramlee as in P.Ramlee, of course. Not Ramli Burger, excuse me!

I have had this never-ending crush on P.Ramlee that is greener than evergreen kinda green will ever be. The legendary man has stayed young in my mind as I still daydream of calling him Abang Ramlee when we would go for a date by the lake, sitting on the pangkin that is coincidentally there for us to memadu asmara, of looking but not looking at his sweet kumis tipis hiasan smiles, of singing with him the Saat Yang Bahagia Datang Sekejap Saja song while hanging sexily from the low branch of that Beringin tree in the park under the glowing moon.

When I write to my Abang Ramlee, my love letter would start with…

Kehadapan Abang Ramlee yang dinda kasehi lagi dinda cintai. Berat rasanya hati dinda mencoret tinta kaseh ini buat Abang Ramlee kerna hati dinda berat juga oleh rindu pada kanda. Walaupun demikian, wahai Abang Ramlee yang dinda puja… dinda doakan semoga Abang Ramlee gumbira tiada duka nestapa.

By now my tears would be rolling down my cheeks heaved with this rindu for a man as charming and as gentle as my Abang Ramlee. Forget about talent, a man does not have to be talented to be charming and gentle. He just has to have a loving heart. Talent is like my Abang Ramlee’s moustache. He had had it shaven clean, but it never wiped his irresistable smiles off of his face. And now thinking of my Abang Ramlee’s smiles at 3 o’clock in the morning, I wish he could be singing to me the part of the Pukul Tiga Pagi song that goes… ‘Besok petang kanda pulang, kita sembang panjang-panjang, dinda jangan bimbang…’

Oh Abang Ramlee! Sedih rasanya hati di dalam.

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If I were to be something like ‘The-Bond-Girls’ kinda girl, I have no doubt I would be ‘The-Ramlee-Girls’ kinda girl. Ramlee as in P.Ramlee, of course. Not Ramli Burger, excuse me!

I have had this never-ending crush on P.Ramlee that is greener than evergreen kinda green will ever be. The legendary man has stayed young in my mind as I still daydream of calling him Abang Ramlee when we would go for a date by the lake, sitting on the pangkin that is coincidentally there for us to memadu asmara, of looking but not looking at his sweet kumis tipis hiasan smiles, of singing with him the Saat Yang Bahagia Datang Sekejap Saja song while hanging sexily from the low branch of that Beringin tree in the park under the glowing moon.

When I write to my Abang Ramlee, my love letter would start with…

Kehadapan Abang Ramlee yang dinda kasehi lagi dinda cintai. Berat rasanya hati dinda mencoret tinta kaseh ini buat Abang Ramlee kerna hati dinda berat juga oleh rindu pada kanda. Walaupun demikian, wahai Abang Ramlee yang dinda puja… dinda doakan semoga Abang Ramlee gumbira tiada duka nestapa.

By now my tears would be rolling down my cheeks heaved with this rindu for a man as charming and as gentle as my Abang Ramlee. Forget about talent, a man does not have to be talented to be charming and gentle. He just has to have a loving heart. Talent is like my Abang Ramlee’s moustache. He had had it shaven clean, but it never wiped his irresistable smiles off of his face. And now thinking of my Abang Ramlee’s smiles at 3 o’clock in the morning, I wish he could be singing to me the part of the Pukul Tiga Pagi song that goes… ‘Besok petang kanda pulang, kita sembang panjang-panjang, dinda jangan bimbang…‘

Oh Abang Ramlee! Sedih rasanya hati di dalam.

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People think I think too much. No, let me re-wordpress myself. People don’t think it. I do. I mean, I do think I think too much. The moment I open my eyes every morning and stop dreaming, I start thinking. But then, I honestly think that thinking too much is still way better than not thinking at all. Like most people, I think, do. Or don’t?

Today in particular, I had thoughts all the way…right from the moment I stepped out to take Kitreena to school, through breakfast with Chin at Nasi Lemak Antarabangsat Bangsar, grocery shopping at Carrefour Alamanda, lunch with KaCher at Danau Golf Club, pick up Kitreena at school, off to the promised mall for an Art Attack with my art-attacker girl, order 1901 New York anjing panas supper for the kids and Bibik, and then share Jalan Kuching with half a million city-swellers (yes, swellers – not dwellers) at 20kmph taking me over an hour from Jalan Ampang to Segambut roundabout homebound.

If my thoughts could be bluetoothed directly into a Word Document and then be printed out…you would see a book published fresh from my anterior naris by sunrise tomorrow. Good night thinking people, whoever you think you are.

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Kalaulah tidur itu umpama jahitan yang terbertas,
patik ini selembar persalinan tuanku yang besar reraknya.
Mohon patik masuk beradu, tuanku.

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Looking at Enida in the mirror the other day, I got thinking…what else does she not have now?

Love?
She’s got love rolling down to her feet, curving around her fingers, and running through her hair, sitting across dinner table holding her hands, and on Saturday mornings making pancake breakfast from the heart. And more love…sitting on their booster seats in the back, playing Tunnel-Duck.

Money?
Of course is never enough to buy her the Coach or Gucci bag or a Beamer she never wants. She’s got roof over her head, unloaned. And that’s just what money can buy…be it here, or across the Southern Ocean. Over the years she has learned, that money is what she makes, she spends time spending, and she saves. But money will never make her, spend time with her, nor will it save her.

I looked at Enida the other day as she fell down to the ground thanking heavens for all that she does not have. She’s thankful for not having to carry the weight of the world not knowing why happiness is the only car she desires that never passes her street. She’s grateful for not having to untangle lies she ever told, for there is none she hides. She has made peace with her past.

Enida is just happy for having done what she has done, been what she has been – and not claiming to be a perfect untouchable immortal that she’s not. She has hurt and she has been hurt. She lets herself feel the pain at times. But she knows…the pain comes from what she’s growing on her back.

She just wants to be a butterfly in her next life.

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