Posted in Sense, Write On, tagged Writing on April 11, 2010| 2 Comments »
I’ve been missing. And I’ve been missing myself too, other than writing. The goings have kept on going, you’re right. My thoughts have kept up. And yeah, they are probably 14 hours ahead of what my body can take. But what has been on my mind is you. Do you read me?
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Posted in Poetry, tagged Mom on April 2, 2010| Leave a Comment »
For an azalea
so rare and so few, Mom…
I knew not how to love you.
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So I’ve loved you like I knew.
I’ve loved you like a Rose, so blue.
For I am as rare… as you.
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Enida
April 2, 2010
Pokrovsky Khilma
Ulitsa Beregovaya Tri
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A special thank-you to my Swiss-Italian Rose… Sis Anahid Rose Lombard in Lugano.
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And a special ‘Happy Birthday’ wish with lots of love, hugs and kisses to Afreena Mariessa, my first niece, a petite rose, from Aunty Nid.
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Posted in Write On, tagged Phantasmagoria on March 29, 2010| 3 Comments »
It was a stroll along The Old Arbat Street on an easy Sunday morning looking for some Russian souvenirs to bring home. All I had in mind were those colorful matriyoshka dolls and the list of families, friends, foes, fans and foei gras. And oh, of course Facebookers. I had one particular person on my mind, but he is a long story. Longer than the list I had. So, not today.
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I wasn’t looking around or anything when I saw the face on the street. The one face that caught my eyes instantly. We exchanged what felt shorter than a glimpse, but longer than a gaze. I looked away, naturally, just a micro-second after our eyes met in a strange contact. And as strange as strangers that we were, I looked at him again, looking for another strange connection of some sort. And that, only to find that he did the same.
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I bet you can see it from the way I am now struggling to describe it all… but our eyes, Mr. Stranger’s and mine, met again. And that second glance made it feel like I had known him for… ever.
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He nodded. A nod to which I smiled. When his whole face just bloomed like an open tulip, he gave me one of the most beautiful springs to remember. Still wearing the smile, I lowered my gaze in the softest nod I had ever strangely given as he kept his eyes on mine. His smile wasn’t so much on his lips. He did it all with his eyes. His glance turned to a gaze and a gaze turned into a wordless conversation from across the street. The Old Arbat Street.
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We kept on walking on paths that I knew for sure were not going to cross with each other – although we were going in the same direction. Neither of us could tell, then, if we had met before, or would ever meet again. But when he stopped a few steps away ahead of me only to turn back to find my eyes again… I knew, that I knew him. It was then that I caught him catching a deep breath almost in a relief to have found me.
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The tulip smile on his lips was now a sunflower on his masculine but sweet face. And I didn’t know what to do with such brightness! So I waved at him with just one open palm, a ‘motionlessly’ quick wave to let him know I acknowledged him. The moment I thought I couldn’t be touched deeper by a gesture, he ‘caught’ my wave like one would catch a flying kiss, and he brought his hand to his chest.
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Two seconds later as I was walking past him in what felt like forever, he gave me one lingering smile. A sunny smile, at each miro-second was growing brighter than the one before. And with one clutched hand on his chest holding my wave, he closed his eyes as though he was trying to freeze the moment. When he opened his eyes, he took another deep breath. His gaze then told mine that we would meet again someday. He nodded as he opened his palm on his chest reassuring me that I would be save there. In the most silent space of his being.
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I thought I’d died and gone to heaven. There and then. On the Old Arbat Street. Maybe it wasn’t just a stroll on an easy Sunday morning after all.
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Postlude:
Would you believe me if I said that this really happened to me?
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Posted in Poetry, tagged Writing on March 27, 2010| Leave a Comment »
Sejak
Hati ini
sewaktu tak ada cinta
tak ada lagunya.
Sejak ada kasihmu
aku galas semuanya
Beban Kasih Asmara.
Aku cari walau seribu
Penawar Rindu.
Curilah lagi
hatiku ini.
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*Enida
March 26, 2010
Pokrovsky Hills.
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Posted in Write On on March 25, 2010| 1 Comment »
Enida is brewing a big story ni. Tang ngo ’em koy!
Posted in Write On, tagged Mom on March 22, 2010| Leave a Comment »
Her battle was lost during the last year of her beautiful life. She lost it. Her memory. She used to collect everything she could collect. She used to keep everything she could keep. Just so she could hang on to everything she could hang on to. So she wouldn’t forget. So she would remember it all.
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And then she forgot it all. She lost it all. She even forgot where she was. All she could hang on to was her name and where she met the love of her life. All she remembered was where she was when she was young and when she was in love.
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She was in the Port of Dickson’s. She was in love.
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And that was the last beach I took her to, on which she walked as though she knew it was her last walk on the beach. I think she knew it. What she didn’t know was where the love of her life had been. It was all gone before she could let it go. And then she let go.
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She left.
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Posted in Poetry, tagged Writing on March 18, 2010| 6 Comments »
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Sampai Nanti
Sampai nanti
langit hilang birunya
samudera hilang gelora
dan antara kita
tak lagi ada puisi,
baru hilang sesalku
tak mengucup tanganmu.
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Enida
June 1, 2004
Karak Highway
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Posted in Write On, tagged Friendship on March 17, 2010| 1 Comment »
Other than songs that keep me real, I have this business that I’ve been busy keeping. The business of keeping myself busy. So, apologies to Z – my dear reader from Brunei who left a comment the other day – for not responding to your comment pronto. Thank you for reading and leaving a comment, Z! I don’t think I have any other readers from Brunei, to tell you the truth. You’re my one and only. You, my special you! Fancy having you here!
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I am back doing one of the things I love doing… helping people learn English. It started as a baby step yesterday with two gorgeous Malaysian ladies (attached with the Malaysian Embassy in Moscow). Though at this stage it is within an informal setting, I am hopeful that this could be developed into something that would benefit both sides as learning partners.
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And to say that I had a great time meeting up with the two gorgeous Malaysian ladies is an understatement. I was 17 floors up in the air – with the view of Moskva! But the best part of our informal consultation yesterday was the first class treatment I received. Though I did not consider myself as a guest of honor, I was immensely honored when I saw these…
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These were not only what I had there,
these were what they packed for me to take home!
(Hence my arcopal dish, if you so noticed!)
Thank you, gorgeous Malaysian ladies. Thank you!
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Today, I was out having an important lunch with the representatives of the United Nations. They are from China, India and South Africa. I was representing Lok Kawi, a powerful kingdom in Borneo.
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So if you were wondering where I had been wandering… wonder no more, as I wander no more.
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I am back.
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Posted in Poetry, tagged Writing on March 12, 2010| Leave a Comment »
Cik Nan,
Saya rasa saya boleh tulis sebuku pantun lah. Pantun for young Malaysians yang teringin nak berkias tapi asek teringat pembayang Pak Ali pergi ke kedai jeh. Saya buat buku panduan berpantun ke… okay tak idea tu?
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But anyway, now you see what has been my mangkin. Hehehe. Even if it is all a game, a game lah. So I play lah kan. Behold! Ada lagi ni, tak abis lagi semangat nak berpantun. Terlanjur awak dah suka pantun saya, nah… dua rangkap lagi buat melayan hati dan perasaan yang perasan. Eh tiga rangkap.
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Suasa indah menatah kutang,
gah tampan Si Malim Dewa;
Serasa pernah mata bertentang,
Wajah tersimpan di dalam jiwa.
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Ngajat tampi kedak berjamu,
mambang di laut jadi gerhana;
Hajat di hati hendak bertemu,
bimbang terpaut hati merana.
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Dupa belah dupa bertangkup,
dalam lubuknya sedari paya;
Apa salah apa tak cukup,
dalam berpunya mencari saya.
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Cakpong cakpong!
Kopitiam jom Cik Nan.
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Posted in Write On on March 11, 2010| 4 Comments »
Terperanjat saya bila tiba-tiba Vladimir terjun dari bumbung dan menerjah ke muka jendela ruang santai di mana meja computer saya mengadap. Kurus semangat saya! Hmmm kalaulah badan saya pun boleh kurus bila diterjah begitu, alangkah!
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Vladimir hari ini sepagian berada di bumbung rumah saya di Pokrovsky Boulevard, membersihkan salji yang tersangkut di atas sana. Kalau lah rindu yang tersangkut di hati saya ini dapat diturunkan dan dibawa pulang ke tanahair dan mencair dalam pelukan orang tersayang di sana, alangkah!
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KaCher, Chercher… I am browsing for tickets to be back as early as June dengan penuh rakusnya ini oh!
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Ehemmm, paktoh… ‘mkoy nei tang ngo Tanjung Aru loh, ok? So we can go tiu mou-tiu mou later. So long oledy mou tiu mou.
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