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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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Tanda Soal

Posted in Poetry on May 14, 2011| 2 Comments »

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

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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