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Tuba belida di hari dini,
Jurong merah ditetak jangan;
Apa petanda mimpiku ini,
Jarum ku patah di tapak tangan.
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Archive for the ‘Write On’ Category
Patah Hati?
Posted in Poetry, tagged Pantun on March 4, 2010| Leave a Comment »
Hot Stuff
Posted in Write On, tagged Wonder Woman on March 2, 2010| 5 Comments »
It is downright amazing what an unfortunate event can lead to. At 2130hrs I was only wrapped in a towel ready to jump into the bath tub for a long good soak and a good scrub in my soymilk gel while tub-dreaming of ‘A Few Good Men’. Yes, a few.
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The unfortunate event:
The furnace was out. No heat. No hot water. So downstairs I went, to re-start the furnace which would only heat the water to the maximum temperature in about 20 minutes.
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Furnace re-started.
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On the way to the stairs I kicked myself for not turning the lights off in the dining room as through the windows the neighbors could see me in my towel. They probably could not see what was in the towel. But they sure would have a good view of who it was in the towel. And while reminding myself that I should not have gone half bugil like that at night in my house with the lights on, I thought of the Bahasa Malaysia word for stark naked, which is telanjang bulat. Quite an obscene term, though very literal.
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(telanjang=naked, bulat=round)
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But what got me thinking was the ’round’ adjective that describes the main adjective ‘naked’. What is it that is so round about our body (as perceived by the Malay) that coined the term telanjang bulat? I can see ‘stark’ as being a state of completeness, totallity and entirety. But round as in the shape? Uh… I think the language-makers back then went one, or perhaps two steps too deep into the woods – if the term really is about the shape. While writing this, I am in my rectangular towel still. Not round.
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As I got upstairs, I just remembered that Kitreena’s snow pants needed mending. So, in my rectangular towel – gray in color with dark blue stripes – I went back downstairs to grab the snow pants and the sewing kit.
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I went straight to the Monchies’ room when I came back upstairs. To check on them. To open the windows a tad. To pull the covers back on their jammies-ed precious bodies. To kiss Edrick’s warm forehead. To brush over Kitreena’s back with my palm. Can’t reach her forehead. I am shorter than the bunk bead. Just like what I am going to be to my daughter in no time at all. Shorter.
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On the way out from me Monchies’ room, I stopped at their bathroom to take out the towels on the towel-heater and throw them in the laundry basket. I still kept the one on my body on my body. Not off. Before going to my bathroom to check on the water, I made a peek-stop at the computer desk and remembered that I was going to scan this flyer that had been sitting on the scanner for a week:
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I wonder what stuff on the staff at the salon that speaks English.
The picture doesn’t say it. Or does it?
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You see, a lot can get done in twenty minutes if I put my heart into getting them done. Thanks to the furnace, I now know that I’ve got what it takes stuffed in me somewhere, to get stuff going, rolling and running. Tuff sometimes, yeah. But I am made of tuff stuff. Now, let me get this hot round stuff wrapped in the rectangular stuff into the bafftuff.
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Adegan Yang Anda Tak Sangka Dapat Lihat
Posted in Humor, Poetry, tagged Writing on March 1, 2010| 3 Comments »
Dua tiga hari kebelakangan ini saya seperti ditimpa ilham. Mungkin cuaca di Moscow yang bersuhu positif darjah Celcius telah mencairkan kebekuan di dalam peti ilham saya. Hmmm kalaulah boleh saya petik dan peti kan saja ilham yang menimpa saya beberapa malam ini… nescaya pantun saya dapat dijual dalam peti yang berukuran 8 sukukata darab 1 baris, darab dengan 4 baris 1 stanza bersamaan Tenaga = Kuasa x Masa.
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Apa salah padiku ini,
ditebang sayang ditugal layu;
Apa salah hatiku ini,
dikenang bimbang ditinggal sayu.
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Bukan cuka sebarang cuka,
cuka berampai sehelai sireh;
Banyak luka perkara luka,
luka yang mana bagai ditoreh?
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Bukan suka sebarang suka,
suka laksamana bergadai keris;
Banyak luka perkara luka,
luka yang mana bagai dihiris?
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Selasih tidak mayang pun bukan,
buluh seperdu sulam dipeti;
Kasih tidak sayang pun bukan,
mengeluh rindu di dalam hati.
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Buahlah pauh di biku pintu,
dibuat dadih berselang manggis;
Sudahlah jauh beribu batu,
diingat sedih dikenang menangis.
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Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Saya tauuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu! Sekarang baru saya teringat apa sebabnya saya ditimpa hujan ilham ini. Dua minggu lepas saya tak sudah-sudah menonton filem P.Ramlee di YouTube! Oh iya! Dan yang paling mengusik jiwa sastera saya ialah pantun balas berbalas antara Tun Nila Utama dan Puspawangi dalam filem Musang Berjanggut. Seminggu lepas pula saya asyik menonton filem Nujum Pak Belalang.
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Nah sekarang baru saya boleh tidur lelap. Misteri kenapa saya sakan berpantun seloka dan bersajak kebelakangan ini terbongkarlah sudah. Tiada lagi kemusykilan di hati. Dan bolehlah saya mengarang skrip sendiri:
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“Dinda mohon masuk beradu dulu ya Kanda Satria? Besok-besok kita bertemu lagi di Taman Larangan. Dinda janji, nanti Dinda mimpikan wajah Kanda Satria yang segak lagi manis macam Gula Melaka yang Dinda letak dalam buah… ahhh Kanda Satria ni! Buah apalah lagi kalau bukan Buah Melaka? Kanda janganlah tenung Dinda begitu. Nanti Dinda rindu. Ahhhh Kanda niii… nakaaaalll! Selamat malam Kanda.”
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Taman yang telah dipilih menjadi lokasi penggambaran filem pendek hasil nukilan Enida ini telah ditukar namanya dari Taman Bukit Pokrovsky kepada Taman Larangan. Harap maklum ye Kak Kiah?
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Enida berlari-lari manja semakin jauh dari Kanda Satria idaman beliau itu, dan tiba-tiba berhenti berlari. Dengan gerak perlahan, Enida menoleh ke belakang – ke arah wajah segak Kanda Satria, bertentang mata, dan menjeling ke arah Kanda Satria dengan jelingan paling menggoda abad ini. Enida menggigit hujung selendang beliau, seraya tertunduk malu dan memejamkan mata. Tangan beliau mengurut dada menahan beban asmara.
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Enida! Sudahhh!
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Enida buat muka merajuk perasan manja lagi merayu, membantah tak mahu masuk beradu padahal keesokan harinya anakanda-anakanda beliau nak ke sekolah. Bekalan makan tengahari harus disediakan sebaik-baiknya malam ini. Tetapi ilham beliau turun mencurah-curah elok-elok saiz rebas terus menjadi saiz lebat ibarat hujan kucing Siam dan kucing Parsi kejar mengejar. Maka Enida mengambil keputusan untuk menjual pantun beliau yang terakhir buat malam ini. Malam ini saja tau Kanda?
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Sumandak Bajau mengilas kundur,
kilaslah juga kuda padinya;
Mimpi dan igau menghias tidur,
bila terjaga mana serinya?
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Musim Cinta
Posted in Poetry, tagged Writing on February 28, 2010| Leave a Comment »
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Yang mengisi ruang rindu
cumalah aku dan status Facebook ku,
berkias-kias antara diam dan kata-kata.
Mohon kasih moga kau tertoleh.
Memandang manis wajah rinduku.
Mohon kasih moga kau tertunggu.
Menggenggam erat paut tanganku.
Mohon kasih moga kau terhidu.
Mengucup harum syurga kasihku.
Demi masa,
tak tercapai rasa.
Demi ruang,
tak terucap sayang.
Demi kasih,
tak tertangis sedih.
Meninggalkanmu.
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*Enida
Pokrovsky Boulevard
Beregovaya Ulitsa 3
Hari terakhir February 2010.
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Page 368: Chapter 8
Posted in Write On, tagged Writing on February 24, 2010| Leave a Comment »
… of the Face-to-Face Interpersonal Communication in the Workplace by Peter Chiamonte and Marco Adria:
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Epistemic Writing
Writing enables us to find out what we know – and don’t know – about whatever subject we are exploring, including ourselves. With each stroke of the pen an idea takes shape and becomes clearer. Mark Strand, a Canadian poet, describes the act of writing poetry as one of self-discovery: “What I want to do in a poem is discover what it is that I have to say.”
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Epistemology is the theory of the methods of knowledge. Therefore, epistemic writing is writing that aids in thinking, learning, and self-knowledge. This approach considers writing to be a form of thinking. We suggest that writing is an important means not only of expressing thought, but of discovering new ideas and reformulating them. In this sense, then, writing is thinking and thinking is writing.
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Many people keep journals, for many reasons…. We each have our reasons for writing – self-guidance, personal growth and the realization of our creative and leadership potential. Journalling can “help you to understand your past, discover joy in the present, and create your own future”.
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Postlude:
I wonder no more why I write. Future, I am creating you while discovering my present joy and understanding who I was. I am gone… writing.
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In the picture:
Thinking of You card by Emila Yusof
Envelope with IVANA written by Enida
Enida’s favorite color pencils
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Polar Express
Posted in Write On on February 21, 2010| Leave a Comment »
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I’ve been watching way too much Polar Express since Christmas that I would grow a beard before I post another entry here. One thing for sure, though I’ve also been out, about, knockedout and talkedabout, I sometimes do feel that I am destined to be a polar bear in my next life – stuck in the snow and loving it..Snow is awesome (senza the yellow stain). I don’t mind the size. The bigger the cuddlier. And most of all, I like fish, bearded seals, walrus and people. Beardlessly.
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Mondayne
Posted in Write On, tagged Books on February 8, 2010| Leave a Comment »
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For a sunny mundane day that today was… I was brought back to a book that chose me on that Monday that felt like a Sunday in June. Just last year. And so it is… on a mundane Monday like today, I look forward to all the mundanity of Mondays if it brings me back to all the books that have chosen me.
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Meneka Dalam Kemerahsamaran
Posted in Write On, tagged Friendship on February 6, 2010| 2 Comments »
Marilyn: Enida, you are really glowing these days! Are you sure you don’t have good news for us?
Enida: Huhhh?
Lirang: Yes, you are. We are wondering!
Marilyn: Is there anybody new coming in less than 9 months? An addition or something?
Enida: Huhhh?
I say ‘Huh?’ a lot these days, don’t I? That was all I could say at first to Marilyn and Lirang the other day when I picked the ladies up at McDonald’s Tushinskaya on the way to Crocus City Mall. They got me blushing pink, as pink as my pink denim JURANG shirt. I don’t blush very often. I don’t wear pink very often either. So I came up with a blushing pink statement like…
“Oh it must be my pink shirt.”
Marilyn went on with the good news she received just the night before, that she’s going to be Mama Mary again to another grandchild, as she kept on teasing me with the glowing in the dark comment. With a serious smile on my face trying very hard to convince the ladies, I said…
“I’m done baking, people! Kitchen is closed.”
I am making some muffins tomorrow, though.
Seriously literally.
Well Made
Posted in Write On, tagged Lesson on February 5, 2010| 4 Comments »
We have been talking about it for three weeks at least. And it has got to get done this very week. No later. You never know what not-so-positive influence the Russian government has on the way the Canadian Embassy in Moscow works. My Canadian Temporary Resident visa has to be applied today, February the 5th, 2010 – my KaCher’s birthday – not next week, not the week after. It is now or never later!
So we looked at the last Canadian TR I had back in 2005-2007 in my previous passport. Confirmed expired. We downloaded forms, filled the forms in, and dug the fire-safety box for passport photos. I had everything ready and lined up to the very boots by the door and to the very watch to wear to the embassy this morning. The alarm clock was set. I woke up before it went off anyway! And oh, my sunglasses are wide awake for me on the kitchen counter. All ready.
By ten to seven this morning, the kids’ lunchboxes were ready. I was ready… to jump in the shower. I even skipped singing my morning Siti Payung! I was in such a hurry to beat the Moscow traffic. Alas! Hiccup number one: Emy got in late. Hiccup number two: Be got nervous and stressed out. But I… I got, uh… ready. Yep, sunglasses in my hair and all.
Ten minutes on the road, we were stuck on Volokolomskaya. Ahhh great! We’d never make it to the Canadian Embassy at 0829hrs as Be wanted to lead the line-up at the embassy gate. Instead, we were in a huge line up going towards Lenningradsky Prospekt. So I took out my current passport just to check if my memory served me right. I thought it wasn’t that long ago we were quietly making fun at the clerks at the Canadian Consulate in that Tan&Tan Building in KL.
Just when I saw the Canadä sticker on page 10, my heart stopped beating. I knew I was going to have a cardiopulmonary arrest right there and then caused by ventricular fibrillation! (Thanks to Dr. Tranquility for his medical terms that make me sound like I just had an emergency cut-n-paste case from his blog!) All the stress we had had for three !?#$%^&* weeks went from my brain down to my heart and further down and behind to my juboar and if it were a gas, I could have floated the whole city!
I just made a good mistake.
There, on page 10 of my passport, is my Canadian Visa good until October 15th, 2012!
No. We would not have had to talk and get all stressed out about it for three !?#$%^&* weeks if I had trusted my memory of those silly clerks at the Canadian Consulate in the Tan&Tan Building Jalan Tun Razak KL. Silly me! I would not have had to get into a panic mode last night looking for two !?#$%^&* highly specified visa photos for the !?#$%^&* application had I taken the time to admire my passport like I do Emila‘s paintings everyday!
Because of the mistake, Be and I had a good laugh and a good kick in the juboars for each other today, February the 5th, 2010. And because of the mistake, we had a good hot breakfast at The Real McCoy this morning… just the two of us, and got something hotter planned for the Chinese New Year.
It was a good mistake well made, indeed.
Happy Birthday, KaCher! I’m already having a good day. I know you are too!
Glossary for Neil:
juboar = [a cavity] near the hind end in quadrupeds or toward the spine in primates spelled with the letter ‘s’
A Rememberance To Forgetfulness
Posted in Write On, tagged Thoughtful on February 1, 2010| Leave a Comment »
I was laughing so hard this morning when I got KaCher’s message that I had to kick myself to stop laughing. And I kicked myself so hard this morning when I realized how silly it was that I had to laugh about it.
I sent KaCher a note last night with the thought to give her Julia’s phone number before I forgot all about it. Guess what? Before I forgot, I did remember. And in the note to remember to give KaCher Julia’s phone number, I forgot to give KaCher Julia’s phone number!
KaCher sent me a reply which I received this morning to let me know that I indeed forgot to give her Julia’s phone number. Only then that I relized that I, in remembering to give KaCher Julia’s phone number before I forgot, I forgot.
I will remember this for the rest of my life in case I forget.
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