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I like sunflowers a lot. No I don’t love them. I just like them a lot. Love is too much. Always too much. So I just like. To be on the safe side.
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Like Love
Posted in Sense, Write On on April 10, 2011| 2 Comments »
Relung Hatimu
Posted in Humor, Write On on April 3, 2011| 1 Comment »
Beb,
I dah lama nak tanya you ni sebenarnya. Tapi I malu. Dalam pandai kononnya bercakap sana bercakap sini, I ni sebenarnya reti malu. Tapi dalam malu I nak tanya jugak.
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Tapi sebab malu, kita cakap berkias lah ye. Ni, I nak tanya you, kalau lah dalam hati you tu ada dua ribu lima ratus tujuh puluh satu relung sawah padi kan beb… you rasa-rasa you ada tak serelung untuk I?
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Okay la, okay la, kalau tak boleh serelung, cincai la bagi I setengah relung ke, suku relung ke dah la. I tak tamak and I tak nak menaruh harapan seribu relung setinggi gunung. So, ada tak suku relung untuk I ni?
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Hahhh? You tanya I suku relung nak buat apa? Aiii, relung padi untuk I bertanam padi lah beb. Takkan tanam tebu pulak. Kalau nak tanam tebu, nun di pinggir bibir nun. Tu pun you nak tanya dengan penuh syak wasangka ke?
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Come on lah beb, you ada lebih daripada dua ribu setengah relung. And I mintak setengah relung. Bukan seribu setengah. Bukan setengah ribu. Opocots! Tadi I kata I nak berapa relung? Suku je kan? Haa suku relung tu I nak tolong tanamkan padi baik untuk you. Itu je.
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Tak ada niat tersirat dalam hati I ni. Percayalah beb. I cuma nak diberi peluang untuk membuktikan pada you, suku relung padi baka baik I tu nanti akan mendatangkan manfaat kepada tidak lain dan tidak bukan, you jugak. You, you dan you!
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I tau suku relung tu sangatlah cenonet. Kalau you guna Google Map ke, Latitude ke, Bing ke, tengok in the hybrid mode… suku relung yang I mintak tu ibaratnya satu noktah sahaja pada laptop screen you yang besar tu tau.
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You still tak paham macam mana suku relung boleh memanfaatkan you? Laaa iye lah, I nak tanam padi. Kan ke jauh lebih baik daripada you yang ada dua ribu tujuh ratus lima puluh dan tiga suku relung semuanya, tapi bertanam lalang?
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Diagnostically Speaking
Posted in Inside Enida, Write On on March 30, 2011| Leave a Comment »
Dear family, friends, foes and foie gras…
As many are aware, I have not been well. Yes, I have not been well. No, I haven’t. Though I did not feel that I was expected to explain anything here or update my Facebook status every hour or every time I had a little throat-itch attack, there is one thing I have decided to share with you.
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I have been diagnosed. Yes, finally. I have been diagnosed with AIS, or better known as Acute Involuntary Speechlessness. I am undergoing an intense treatment trying to overcome all symptoms and contraindications. All I am asking is for you to bear with me without any attemp to bare anything. Please?
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Ada Nggak Ada
Posted in Write On on March 29, 2011| 2 Comments »
Ah yang gemes ngingetin rayuan gombal elo walau terkadang bikin gue seru. Kalo dibilangin ginih tepet ke muka elo, gue brani motong kepala rusa, motong mobil bokap, makan jalan dong sih… elo bakal tertawa. Malah gue tau elo pasti gengsi. Elo itu apa bener apa nggak? Gue ga bakalan terima elo atau siapa-siapa lagi kalo ternyata kalian cuman mempermainkan gue. 
Dikunyahin kaya permen karet, abis manis gue diludahkan. Bener-bener gombal kalo rayuan elo itu sampe gue ketahuan di anter ke multiple recipients di hape elo. Jangan sampe gue gelerin elo brenggg yach! Ya udahhh, minggir!
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Walaupun
Posted in Inside Enida, Write On on March 28, 2011| Leave a Comment »
Walaupun batuk sampai sakit kepala, sakit dada, sakit hati, sakit jiwa… saya ada. Menulis, memadam, membetulkan, menulis lagi, mengkritik diri. Ada. Tak ke mana. Walaupun mendapat tawaran kerja di Temasek yang membuat saya teruja, saya masih di sini. Dekat-dekat sini. Semuanya sedang saya pertimbangkan. Kalau saya ke sana, siapakah di sini yang akan ke sana demi saya? Kalau saya di sana, siapakah di sana yang akan menemankan saya pulang ke sini sesekali? Walaupun saya tiada jawapan dan walaupun jawapannya ialah tiada, saya ada. Di sini. Walaupun…
I Am His
Posted in Write On on March 17, 2011| Leave a Comment »
Vel Done!
Posted in Write On on March 14, 2011| 1 Comment »
This is Vel, Kitreena’s teddy. The name came from the word velvet for one very obvious reason, if you ever wonder. If Vel is successful in keeping his existence in Kitreena’s life for another four years… her relationship with this gentle creature would be one of the most loyal I know. No, I mean… their relationship would be the only truehearted one I have ever known.
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Yeah, I am very cutting. I know. So cutting, I might as well just marry a teddy bear once I am out of this one. And when I find one, I am going to name him Val. Yeah, Kilmer.
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Practical Principle
Posted in Sense, Write On on March 1, 2011| 2 Comments »
Everyone in my family wears their watch on the right wrist. But the only lefthanded one is Edrick. It was just a matter of preference, at first. And when we realized that many of us have been doing so, all of us somewhat decided to make it sort of a ‘family thing’ kind of thing. Like, yeah! Let’s all wear our watch on our right hand, Supian Clan!
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It once became a discussion between myself and Brother Jay who looked at it from the practicality point of view. Well, I do understand why a watch has to be worn on the left wrist if one is righthanded, and vice versa. Nice and practical, yes. But all I go by is comfort. I like wearing my watch on the right wrist and I don’t know why. I don’t have to know why. And since my siblings, my dad and mom felt the same way, we just did it and now keep on doing it just because. We don’t have to have a reason. Or do we?
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I guess being a practical person like Brother Jay, everything has to adhere to a principle as well. As practical as not getting one’s watch shaken too much by the superior hand, one shall wear the watch on the subordinate hand. Fine and dandy. And that’s the way it should be, eh?
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Hmmm… patutlah!
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Questionable Nature
Posted in Abang, Write On on February 19, 2011| 2 Comments »
Yes, I have been asked a lot of questions about my ‘Abang‘ entries. Some questions show curiosity. Some show confusion. Quite a few are downright accusative! 🙂
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But what can I say. Despite my gentle nature, my imagination is wild.
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Here is a list of questions I have been asked of late:
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- Who is Abang?
- Is ‘Ida’ Enida?
- Are the stories from your experience?
- When did this happen?
- Are you having an affair?
- The letter in By Hand, did you really write it to Abang?
- Isn’t your Abang an omputeh?
- How come the conversation is so Malay?
- Have you remarried?
- Whose stories are these?
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Don’t you feel like asking some of these questions yourself? Ask, then. And with a big smile… I’d say, “Good questions!”
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Pablo Neruda
Posted in Poetry on February 10, 2011| 4 Comments »
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Sonnet XVII
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
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I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
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I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way
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than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
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