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Jauh Sudah

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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

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.

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

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Bitter Chocolates

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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Tanda Soal

Saat kau kucup bibirku
di basement parking itu
semua kereta bertukar
menjadi kuntum-kuntum tulip
di padang jarak padang tekukur.

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Apakah aku jatuh cinta
atau sekadar tersungkur?

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*Enida
12 May 2011
Solaris Dutamas

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Write Here

Writing has kept me on the ground. If I had not known how to write my sorrows away, I would have been under ground by my 36th birthday. Dead and dying some more, mourning not my death, but my dying life. When life didn’t come to me, I got up and looked for it. I looked for it and I found it. I found it and I took it back. I came home.

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Just that, at the moment… I am taking a deep breath.

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Indak Lakek Yo Lai Enida baungkai kasiah bapantuan sa’donyo…

Lician ghuan maningkek aghi,
lician punai badarai mudah;
Cincian tuan lakek di jaghi,
cincian denai talarai sudah.

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What Have We?

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We don’t have tomorrow.
We can’t keep yesterday.
So I will just love you today.
One day at a time.
Just one.

Pricetaglessly.

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~Enida
29 January 2011
Mesra Terrace

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In my praying hours, all I chant for is kindness. May I love, whatever love is, the love that has no pride. May I count my blessings, and not minutes of attention I shall be paid. May my last word be that voiceless goodbye but with love written in the end. Just before the comma. Like a letter.

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And I will seal it with a date and a signature.

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I am home.

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In rememberance of my Mom and the last letter she wrote.

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Tales From The Dark Side I let out a sigh saying, “Awwwhhh it’s getting dark now,” to Edrick who came to me at my corner to give Mommy an afternoon hug.

“Why is it getting dark, Mom?”

“Because it’s four o’clock and it’s winter.”

“Then we need to pick up the sun and put it back up over there, Mom!” Edrick pointed at the space between the two blocks of townhouses seen from our dining room window. I could not hold back a chuckle.

“I am serious, Mom!” I chuckle … Read More

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Unbecoming Enida If I could find a picture to manifest the way I feel right now, I would. It would be easier. But I don’t feel like looking for a picture now. No. Not this morning. If I could say it in words, I would type a thousand words more, I assure you I would do that too. But isn’t that what I have been doing?

It doesn’t get any easier if you choose to read my words with your thoughts, giving them your meanings. Dare you call me a liar when all I write is … Read More

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