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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Posted in Poetry on June 27, 2011| Leave a Comment »
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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Posted in Write On on June 4, 2011| Leave a Comment »
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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Posted in Poetry on May 14, 2011| 2 Comments »
Posted in Inside Enida, Write On on May 11, 2011| 1 Comment »
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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Posted in Write On on April 28, 2011| Leave a Comment »
Posted in Poetry on April 25, 2011| 1 Comment »
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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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Posted in Write On on April 18, 2011| Leave a Comment »
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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Posted in Write On on April 18, 2011| Leave a Comment »
Posted in Write On on April 18, 2011| Leave a Comment »