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To Lose

Posted in Sense, Write On on October 27, 2011| 2 Comments »

The last time I felt like this was when I lost my iPhone 3GS at the CARS car-wash place, Great Eastern Mall, Ampang — just a day before Raya 2010. For some reason and for my own sanity, I quickly detached myself from the thought and all the possibilities of finding the phone. It was perhaps my defense mechanism and my way of avoiding the stress. It was quick, it was dry and it was like a die-cut feeling.

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As fast as I could say, “Gone!”, I found myself looking at every other thing that I could be thankful for. I got  my car back, nice and clean. My kids were with me, safe and giggling away in the back seat. And I was alive! Yeah, alive and kicking myself for being so careless. But I was alive. It took me a couple months and a trip to Singapore before I got another iPhone. Losing the iPhone 3GS was an excuse for me to get an iPhone 4 — a blessing in disguise. An upgrade. Kinda.

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I didn’t lose my phone today. In fact, I didn’t lose what was even mine. But the funny thing is, I feel almost exactly as I did back then, when I lost what was totally mine! I kicked myself gently for being careless, yes… again. And I did apply the very same detachment method. But as human as I am, and as much as I don’t want to admit it, I feel the loss. You’re right, I am not usually this careless.

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Here I am… back in Room 2212 at Hyatt Regency Teluk Cempedak Kuantan, safe and not making any sound. The kids are on the beach with Bibik while I am here feeling the needs to write about this in the room that smells like Jean Paul Gaultier and the ocean. Life is good, actually. And what’s good goes on.

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For now, I have detached myself from all the possibilities and hopes of finding the two room key-cards that I, the Questa è Enida, carelessly lost while walking on the beach this morning.

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Kalau Ada

Posted in Facebook, Poetry, Sense, Write On on October 13, 2011| 2 Comments »

Kalau kata, kotakan.
Kalau soal, jawapkan.
Kalau janji, tunaikan.
Kalau pinjam, pulangkan.
Kalau beri, ikhlaskan.
Kalau hutang, lunaskan.
Kalau pesan, sampaikan.
Kalau rahsia, simpankan.
Kalau salah, maafkan.
Kalau rajuk, pujukkan.
Kalau sayang, tunjukkan.
Kalau terima, kasihkan.
Hidup bukan paparan Facebook.

Kita ada kita.
Kita ada Dia.

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*Enida
September 29, 2011
Mesra Terrace

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Simply Spinned

Posted in Write On on September 14, 2011| 3 Comments »

It should be kept simple. Life, that is. I am training myself, these days, to do just that. If I were to pack clothes that I would need for a year in a suitcase big enough only for a week, I should be lean and mean from doing laundry three times a week. I should also be tired, poor, unfashionable, and probably grumpy as well as depressed for being tired, poor and unfashionable.

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However, I — being supposedly fortunate — have what I need for a week that I cannot stuff into  a suitcase big enough for a couple years! But I still do laundry three times a week. I am nowhere near lean, but I am mean, tired, poor, unfashionable, grumpy, and depressed for being tired, poor and unfashionable!

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There is a corner downstairs by my 11-year old Bosch washing machine that I should dump all the things I do not need. I shall label the space: GREED. And when Monchies are old enough to take care of themselves, I shall go back to Lok Kawi and hitch-hike to Kuching. Laundry shall be done while patting Bujang Senang on the head.

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Ah well! I am now gone shopping for a new washing machine at Harvey Norman, okay? The Bosch is resigning in 49 hours.

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Blu-raya

Posted in Write On on September 8, 2011| Leave a Comment »

If the blue veins on the sides of my forehead that are sticking out these last couple weeks were bluetooth ready, I would have had my blog updated with posts every time I turn my head!

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After all, it was I who said that a lot had happened in July and a lot more could happen in August, was it not? I was not ready, however, for more than ‘a lot more’. In all the anticipation of a happening month, I thought I was just exaggerating it. Little did I know I was about to jump into a pool of Bloody Mary mocktail. The rest was history and chemistry.

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I am off fixing the bluetooth cables on my forehead. Selamat Hari Raya, love.

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Between Us

Posted in Poetry, Sense, Write On on July 11, 2011| Leave a Comment »

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Whenever we speak to each other,
words are like the breeze
between two tall casuarinas
on a shore.

A bare shore.

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Eleh!

Posted in Poetry on June 29, 2011| Leave a Comment »

Eleh!
You tu memang gitu.

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Kejap nak,
kejap tak nak.
Takut I sentuh,
takut I tak sentuh.
Bila I chakap hello,
you mengeluh.
Bila I chakap bye-bye,
you berserabai.

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Sudahlah.
I dah malas.
Tak de masa.
Banyak kerja lain.
Banyak mata lain
yang gian nak
ber-tango
dengan mata I.
Banyak lidah lain
yang hauskan
bibir I.

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Bibir I yang tebal tak tebal,
nipis tak nipis.
Senyum atau chemik,
sentiasa manis.
Bibir yang basah
berginchu merah,
cherah secherah-cherahnya.

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Bayangkan,
seperti yang you pernah bayangkan.
Bibir I, di bibir you.
Bibir I, di telinga you.
Di leher you.
Di dada you.
Di perut you.
Di pusat you.
Di peha you.
Di sana you
dan di situ you.

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Bayangkanlah.
Jangan malu-malu.
Bukan I tak tahu.
Memang you pernah bayangkan dulu.

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Eleh!
You tu memang gitu.
Dah tahu
buat tak tahu.

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by Yasmin Ahmad

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“The only Melayu poem I’ve ever written.” ~Yasmin Ahmad

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I never had the chance to thank you for writing this poem. But you knew that someday I would go through exactly what you did, didn’t you? I can almost imagine your smile. I miss you, Kak Min.

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Yang Mana

Posted in Poetry on June 28, 2011| Leave a Comment »

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Banyak galas perkara galas,
galas yang sana dalam sepasu;
Banyak malas perkara malas,
malas yang mana diam membisu?

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Jauh Sudah

Posted in Poetry on June 27, 2011| Leave a Comment »

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Yang basah pipi
yang kering hati.

Yang berair mata
yang berakhir kita.

Baru sekarang
terasa hilang?

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*Enida
June 26, 2011
Pulau Marina

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Reality Bites

Posted in Write On on June 4, 2011| Leave a Comment »

Why did you kiss me like that?

Because… you smell like the best vanilla cookie. I couldn’t stand just sniffing. I had to take a bite.

And?

And I was right. You taste as good as you smell.

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Bitter Chocolates

Posted in Sense, Write On on May 31, 2011| 4 Comments »

Life is like a box of chocolates…
you never know what you are going to get.

You don’t know what you are going to get? You don’t? I mean, really. You really don’t know? Life is like a box of chocolates, and you do not know what you are going to get? What part of a box of chocolates that you don’t understand?

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If life is like a box of chocolates, and if you know you’re opening a box of chocolates, what other than chocolates do you think you’re going to get? I mean, here it is… a box of chocolates in your hand. And you’re looking at a box of chocolates. Yes, chocolates. Do you seriously think you are going to get some pearl earrings in the chocolate box or something? I mean, honestly! Or do you think it could turn out to be a box of worms instead?

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So okay, you might not know what each chocolate is filled with. Fine. Fair excuse. But for crying out loud, do you really need to know everything? Does it kill you if you don’t know whether you’re going to bite a chocolate filled with almond or hazelnut? Goodness gracious! Help me here, will you? For stating the obvious, if life is like a box of chocolates, and you like sweet creamy chocolates. Would you ever go get a box of bitter chocolates just to surprise yourself or something?

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Likewise, if you know your passion in life is nothing but the seashores, would you go build your house on top of a mountain?

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