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Biru dekat sini,
biru dekat sana;
Biru dalam hati,
rindu orang mana?
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*Enida
22 April 2011
Marina Island, Lumut
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Archive for the ‘Write On’ Category
Biru-Biru
Posted in Poetry on January 27, 2012| Leave a Comment »
Baiklah…
Posted in Poetry on January 26, 2012| Leave a Comment »
Elok Sangat
Posted in Write On on January 25, 2012| Leave a Comment »
Yang jauh didekatkan. Yang dekat disatukan. Yang satu diduakan. Yang dua ditiga-empatkan. Yang tiga-empat diceraikan. Yang cerai dijauhkan. Yang jauh didekatkan dengan yang lain pulak. Hah, elok sangat lah tu. That’s why I don’t believe in multi-level marketing, or polygamy. Men should learn a thing or two about loyalty from penguins. Yeah, women too. Sekian.
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Hah? Tak lah! Tak marah langsung. To each his own. 😉
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Di Hujung Sana
Posted in Poetry on January 21, 2012| 1 Comment »
Enida berpantun di hujung halaman:
Tidak berpangkin lamanku ini,
buluh rimbun rotan berduri;
Tidak berpimpin tanganku ini,
jatuh bangun jalan sendiri.
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It’s All Write Now
Posted in Inside Enida, Write On on January 20, 2012| 1 Comment »
There are times when I feel like letting my guard down, sitting here pouring my heart out in as many words as I can write on this Questa è Enida blog, telling about everything that I have gone through, everything that has broken me to pieces, slices, chunks, granules and eventually to dust.
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But as I was finishing the previous sentence, I was struck hard by my own inability to answer my own question: Why? Words might not come easy, and juicy stories might sell. But mine are not cheap. I only have one life here.
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The wrongs…
Do I write about them or do I just right them?
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Tongue Thing
Posted in Makan-Makan, Write On on January 5, 2012| 3 Comments »
I am pretty much like my dad when it comes to munching on snacks. Snacks? Uh, perhaps junks is a slightly more honest term. 😉 But the point is, we both like fish crackers — keropok ikan. Dad and I can eat keropok ikan like there’s no tomorrow. I remember back then, we could even have it with rice as lauk when we didn’t like Mom cooking cockles (kerang) for lunch, or beef lungs (paru or kelempung). Iyewww!
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Anyway, last year I was introduced by a local friend to a Kuala Kemaman’s fish cracker place called Keropok Intan. Yeah, what’s with the name eh? Regardless, the cleanliness of the place makes me feel like buying the whole shop! And so I have been munching on keropok Intan very very often since. Oh yes, very!
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But for the first time in my life, today, right here, right now, as I am writing this… I am experiencing some ‘technical difficulties’ continuing munching on Keropok Intan after only the fifth piece this afternoon at my office. I, the Questa è Enida, accidentally have a small piece of fish bone stuck in my tongue!
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As soon as I can get this bone out… I think I should call Kak Ani, the owner of Keropok Intan business, to urge her to rename the keropok. I am not going to talk about taking her to court for my tongue injury, or bertikam lidah with her about my lidah or anything. But if she is ever thinking about re-branding, she can use my name anytime. Kepok Enida, owk? 😉
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Now, who says lidah tidak bertulang?
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Tapi
Posted in Poetry on January 5, 2012| Leave a Comment »
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Ada Tapi
Engkaulah kilat memancar
di langit berbintang
bulan mengambang
di hari siang.
Ada, tapi hilang.
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*Enida
Febbraio 2002
Piazza San Marco
Venezia
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Didn’t I Tell You?
Posted in Poetry, Write On on December 22, 2011| 2 Comments »
Didn’t I Tell You?
Didn’t I tell you?
Do not leave me.
For I am your only friend.
I am the spring of life.
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Even if you leave in anger
for thousands of years
you will come back to me.
For I am your goal and your end.
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Didn’t I tell you?
Not to be seduced by this colorful world.
For I am the ultimate painter.
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Didn’t I tell you?
You are a fish.
Do not go to dry land.
For I am the deep sea.
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Didn’t I tell you?
Not to fall in the net like birds.
For I am your wings
and the power of light.
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Didn’t I tell you?
Not to let them change your mind
and turn you to ice.
For I am your fire and warmth.
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Didn’t I tell you?
They will corrupt you
and make you forget
that I am the spring of all virtues.
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Didn’t I tell you?
Not to question my actions.
For everything falls into order.
I am the Creator.
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Didn’t I tell you?
Your heart can guide you home
because it knows that I am your Master.
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by Rumi
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Enida Va…
Posted in Travel, Write On on December 3, 2011| Leave a Comment »
For the next few days, I am going to be doing a few things I have not done before. I am going to a place I have not been to for twenty long years. Please pray for me. Pray that my mind is clear, my thoughts are positive, my words are kind, and my heart is open.
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I am flying solo.
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I keep you posted. And if I don’t… I’ll keep you waiting.
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Shhh…
Posted in Write On on November 14, 2011| Leave a Comment »
My tooth chipped on Saturday. Gigi saya serpih hari Sabtu lepas. I was enjoying the thick-cut fish crackers when a little piece decided to get in between my premolars. Nikmat betul saya mengunyah keropok tebal itu apabila…
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Errr, I was going to write this post in two languages alternately. But this is the farthest I think the bahasa part should go. It doesn’t sound right when it got to the word ‘apabila‘. Can we just pogedid?
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So my tooth chipped on Saturday when I was enjoying the thick-cut keropok Intan that was so fishy and addictive. It’s just a tiny bit, probably smaller than a quarter of the tooth and it’s just the surface.
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But guess what? My speech is now impaired because of that little chip! I started noticing it when I was on the phone with my Fruit of The Heart the other day. He could not make out half of what I was saying — my ‘s’ sound was just too airy. And my saliva, in 24 hours, is enough to fill up the fish pond that my family is now excavating for in the kampung.
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Oh no! I am turning into a lisper!
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Shhhayanggg, zhap lagi lepashhh zhumpa dentishhht I call you shhhemula, kay shhhayanggg? Yeshhh, I promishhh.
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