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Enida berpantun hati yang tiada…
Padi ku tampi bawah beranda,
padi selumbar bau cendana;
Hati ku sepi bawa bersenda,
hati ku hambar mau kemana?
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Tawar Hati
Posted in Poetry, tagged Writing on July 27, 2010| 2 Comments »
Indak Lakek Yo Lai
Posted in Poetry, tagged Writing on July 26, 2010| 4 Comments »
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Enida baungkai kasiah bapantuan sa’donyo…
Lician ghuan maningkek aghi,
lician punai badarai mudah;
Cincian tuan lakek di jaghi,
cincian denai talarai sudah.
Katakan Saja
Posted in Poetry, tagged Writing on July 23, 2010| Leave a Comment »
Enida bangun berpantun jam lima pagi…
Kalau pedu katakan pedu,
tidak paya tongkah perigi;
Kalau rindu katakan rindu,
tidak saya melangkah pergi.
Hilang
Posted in Poetry, tagged Writing on July 20, 2010| Leave a Comment »
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Enida berpantun mohon diri:
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Cabut jangan tanam pun jangan,
celah perdu silang berduri;
Sebut jangan kenang pun jangan,
biarlah rindu hilang sendiri.
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Biarlah Jauh
Posted in Poetry, tagged Writing on July 19, 2010| Leave a Comment »
Enida berpantun jauh hati…
Paya dermaga bergenang-genang,
karam disangka retak perahu;
Sayalah juga terkenang-kenang,
orang tak suka saya tak tahu.
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Back At Me
Posted in Poetry, tagged Writing on July 18, 2010| 3 Comments »
I bet it is tough being a man just like you,
you claim to have life but it seems you’ve no clue.
It was pretty clear how your stories began,
but you, nor the rest, would know what’s the end.
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Let’s start with a wife who treats you more than well,
when you give her heaven though often it’s hell.
You love her to bits but you just can’t say no,
to others who come, offer love, and then go.
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You have plural kids and you keep giving stuff,
for the time you don’t have – to compensate love.
You’re busy, they’re demanding, they tire you out,
you pretend to know what childhood’s about.
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Friends and friendship you cherish and treasure,
many give you nothing but grief and pressure.
You’re there when they need you, come shine or rain,
but where do they hide when you’re in so much pain?
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You once found love for ‘back-up’ and ‘hard times’,
upon whom you banked half your hope and your dimes.
Though ’twas fun, ’twas a thrill, ’twas your life’s best part,
it was not meant to be, what was wrong with your heart?
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Your job is just great, you are one of a kind,
envy turns friends to foes and they stab from behind.
What you say what you do are all used against you,
you can kick you can scream only you know what’s true.
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Now there’s her and there’s you reglimpsing the past,
you are taking your time watching when it will last.
While the game plays no pain and there’s no string attached,
you forget if you lose nothing’s left to be patched.
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There you are torn and bent almost none more to give,
for all that it’s worth you just keep on to live.
She can love she can laugh she can walk by your side,
but she is just like you taking you for a ride.
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I still bet it is tough being a man of your kind,
when your heart and your soul are dead in your mind.
Well someday you’ll see as there you will be,
I can give more than love, maybe you’ll look at me.
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*Enida
Pokrovsky Hills, Moskva
July 17, 2010
(writing in the voice of this man’s wife)
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“Kau mengahwiniku untuk masa mudaku
tapi aku mengahwinimu untuk masa tuaku.“
~Unknown
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Bertemu
Posted in Poetry, tagged Writing on July 15, 2010| Leave a Comment »
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Tuan alun saya tarikan,
peramu anduh bersapa bahu;
Tuan mohon saya berikan,
bertemu jodoh siapa tahu.
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Backpoking
Posted in Sense, Write On, tagged Facebook on July 15, 2010| 2 Comments »
Within the next few paragraphs, I am going to sound annoyed. And I am going to be very blunt. If you feel poked, great! Maybe the paragraphs are for you. If you feel that you are wrongly accused, go ahead and sulk. See if I entertain moronity.
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Number one, I like questions but I don’t like them being asked because the questioner is too lazy to look up the answers before asking. I may not have quarter of all the answers laying around in the world. But I, Questa è Enida, at the very least, know where to find them. And most of all, I want to find them first!
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I don’t speak or write Chinese. That’s a fact. So when I get curious of Jonah Ong’s Facebook status in Mandarin, I copy, paste and translate using Yahoo! Babel text translator. One example.
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And then if I am not sure if Dubrovnik is the capital of Croatia or Lithuania, I can always Google it with a Giggle. Another example. So now you see why it is very challenging for me to comprehend why you have to ask me where Cha’ah is!
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Number two, I appreciate friendship as it is, at any levels. You can be my best friend, my close friend, my teman-tapi-mesra friend, my kawan-biasa-biasa-sahaja friend, or remain my Facebook friend. If we were back in the 70’s or early 80’s, our closeness might have upgraded you to be my Abang Angkat, Kakak Angkat, Adik Angkat, Pak Menakan Angkat or Maktok Angkat.
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But let’s face it. I don’t have time to go through the adoption process to angkat you anywhere okay. The year now is 2010 in case you haven’t noticed and in case you have missed your make-believe shinkansen. I either keep you on my Friends List, or I remove you. Simply.
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I do understand closeness, intimacy, comfort or whatever you name it between two people in friendship. But you really don’t need to be afraid of my judgement. I don’t give it a dime. You might be the best of friends, holding hands, pecking each other on the neck when you think nobody is looking. But honestly, you don’t need a certificate to prove that you’re not screwing each other.
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So the term Adik Angkat, Abang Angkat, and Girlfriend Angkat are really not necessary in this new millenium. Not that I want to know what is going on between friends behind closed doors either. I am a big girl (trying to look small). I am not that naive lah, por favor.
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Number three, I am very comfortable being Enida under my proverbial Moscavado Sugar skin. At times I may come across as that hot beechy girl from the hottest hell rambling endlessly about grammar, spelling, hurt and pain of parenting children and men. But for all you know I have my own bills to pay too. Who says it is easy being brown on a blonde’s land?
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Just like you, I have stories to tell. Just like you, I hope my books will sell. Now if you could just quit asking me why I deleted you from my Facebook Friends List, I might be able to finish packing. And that is if I could remember what else to pack on my back other than me two Monchies.
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Uh, excuse me. Where am I going again?
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Kalau
Posted in Poetry, tagged Writing on July 12, 2010| 6 Comments »
Enida berpantun…
Akar selasih rapuh di peti,
kalau kaduk mana pucuknya?
Biar kekasih berjauh hati,
kalau rajuk mana pujuknya?
In-Enida Series: Disclose
Posted in Write On, tagged Me on July 8, 2010| 4 Comments »
When I make my own coffee every morning, noon and night, whether using the Nespresso machine or just having Nescafe Gold, I make sure to scoop sugar into my coffee mug first. Call me superstitious, it won’t hurt my feelings. But I always believe in order and the logicality of order.
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Scooping something sweet into the mug first, I believe, is like putting positive thoughts and aura into your day first and foremost. So when bitterness – as in coffee – comes in, it symbolically falls onto my cushion of positivities.
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But of course this order and logic does not apply to those who take their coffee black. I don’t. Coffee for me is always with 2 cubes or 2 teaspoonfuls of sugar and a 2% creamer.
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And never, ever, do I make coffee by pouring hot water into the mug first! That is a coffee-making sacrilege! Scooping sugar or instant coffee with a wet spoon is also considered a crime in my house. I have seen way too many coffee granules contaminating jars of sugar in my life. I’ve made a vow to not commit such sin in my kingdom.
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But of late, I have been having an affair with those 3-in-1 Nescafe Gold in sachets. And although this instant drink is regarded by coffee-lovers as a disgrace to ‘real coffee’, I do not deny that it is humbly delicious. Therefore, I, Questa è Enida, unashamedly disclose and unabashedly confess that I have sinned and I am going down. 
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