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Bagailahmana
Posted in Write On, tagged Pantun on June 29, 2009| Leave a Comment »
Simple Pleasure
Posted in Write On, tagged Crocs, Fashion on June 22, 2009| 4 Comments »
I, for one, am not the kind who falls into fashion fad very easily. No I am not fashionable and I can say I am fashionably stable that way. But when I do let myself fall into fashion, it’s wayyy away from what you can call a fad anymore. And I let myself fall fashionably, too. Fashionable, in my definition, is being comfortable. Comfortable when I pay for them and when I wear them. Whatever they may be. Clothes, shoes, perfumes, phones. Yes, phone. I wear my RAZR2V9 like a second skin. Comfortably.
So steadfast my belief is in comfort that I never joined those bask of crocodiles flocking to Crocs for the love of zeal. Skeptical was nowhere near to describe how I felt about those rubberlike-colorful-good-for-pasar-basah-Selayang (wet market) footwear. As a matter of fad, I was once convinced Pua Chu Kang must have had a fat share in spreading the rage for Crocs in this Southeast Asian region. (Oh! He was so hamsem in Sumolah! His English is like unagi on my tongue! Sukane!)
But two weeks ago I had no choice but to borrow Untoo Pet’s orange Crocs to Untoo Mas’s swimming pool. They were very surprisingly comfortable on my feet. For someone who has a lot of issues with her feet, I cannot afford but to be extremely careful choosing my footwear. I have pes-planus feet (fallen arch), a problem that was caused by the weight I gained when carrying Kitreena (pre-natal and extended post). It was worsened by the bunion I had especially on my left foot – a condition that is unfortunately hereditary.
So last week, I comfortably put my foot in my mouth!
Swing My Way
Posted in Country Heights, Write On on June 22, 2009| Leave a Comment »
One thing I like about WordPress is how simple it is for someone who doesn’t know much about html codes to change blog header pictures – compared to Blogger (Blogspot). Hence you see I have been playing with it… changing the header pictures as often as I like.
Today it features the verandah teak swing we had at the corner closest to the swimming pool. Used to be my retreat swing – with a good book or this netbook – on rainy afternoon. I was going to get some padding custom-made for it had we stayed in Malaysia a bit longer (or at one point, I thought I was going to stay there indefinitely!) This swing is now sitting and not swinging in our garage in Pokrovsky. Hmmm…
My life had taken a different swing towards a direction I did not believe possible when I bought this swing at Gotic Jalan Ampang. I still do not know what could swing my way, but I have faith I can anytime do the Buble’s Sway and won’t stray. For now, I just let the Marimba play.
Cinta Beralih Arah
Posted in Write On, tagged Change, Coffee on June 19, 2009| Leave a Comment »
I have changed.
These days I enjoy sipping on coffee more than I have… tea. There’s nothing wrong with tea. Don’t get me wrong. I am not talking about anything wrong anywhere or somewhere anyway. I am just a changed woman. Like any changes themselves… they are neither good nor bad. They are just inevitable. Tea has served me well.
Tea = Blogspot
Coffee = WordPress
Come sip on Coffee with me. Shall we?
Got A Big Mouthed Woman
Posted in Write On on June 11, 2009| Leave a Comment »
Beyond any relativity theory, and for no apparent reason at all, I was looking at my hubby tonight and was reminded of Stevie Smith’s poem I first read in 1991, never forgot but never remembered to write about. Until tonight.
Beware the man whose mouth is small;
For he’ll give nothing and take all.
I just looked at my hubby again. Uh… he does have a rather small mouth. I shouldn’t say I had not been warned, eh? But hey, for all we know, Stevie Smith was probably not saying the opposite. Not saying the obvious!
Well, Enida would say:
Beware the woman whose mouth is big;
For when she gets none, oh she’ll dig.
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Postlude:
I know you are reminded of that catchy old Santana’s song ‘Black Magic Woman‘ now, aren’t ya?
Over Easy
Posted in Write On on June 2, 2009| Leave a Comment »
It is not overly easy for me to get over with how much easier it is getting now mommy-ing me monchies. I was scared to move away and move on without Bibik, for she has not only been my (wo)man Friday… she has been my confidante, my best friend, my other me. I was even more scared coming back to our House Mumber Firrtee-One to find it is now all up to me and on me – to man and to maid. It was an overly emotional homecoming. For me.
Everything reminds me of Bibik. The kids’ pyjamas ironed and folded neatly in the drawers. The Sunlight dish soap bottle standing upside down by the kitchen sink for its last 10 drops. The Brabantia ironing board she liked so much. The broken hangers she saved for rainy days (when the laundry’s aplenty). The last grocery list she handwrote spelling diapers as daipes. Even the mop and her favorite Apple-scent Daia floor freshner remind me ever so dearly of Bibik.
Me monchies, on the other hand, have gracefully moved on and are getting used to not having Bibik already. They had their induction month in Moscow. I did too. But coming back to House Mumber Firrtee-One seems to have sent me back to square one – phase two. Not only it is a much bigger place than that of my Bukit Pokrovsky, I feel like I am missing out on my ME time now that house chores are back on my KL-Menjerit list. (Jeritan batin di Moscow tak siapa mendengar, no worries!)
Aaannnyways, I am not complaining. It is – no matter how much I kick, scream and yell about it – getting a lot easier with Kitreena and Edrick. We had fun today at Kizsports, the three of us – The Three Monchketeers. We had fun on Saturday at Untoo Ween’s house and later at the hospital visiting with Grandma. It was fun despite Edrick’s teething episode and Kitreena’s constant needs to be physically active – daily swimming, or running, or catching frisbee or Billy… our poor neighbor’s cat.
It is getting so much easier that I could actually start this entry while me monchies were playing at Kizsports! No more stroller, no more daipes, no more milk rations, bottles or bottle-brush, no more car seats even! Yeah we will not leave home without the wet wipes yet. But that is because of my mild OCD mind. Poor kids! I mean, really. Who doesn’t have wet wipes in her handbag? I have long thought that it is the best invention second only to lightbulbs!
I did let my mind go wander there for a bit. I just saw Bibik’s favorite toast-spread in the pantry. Her nutella.
Picture Me
Posted in Write On on May 26, 2009| Leave a Comment »
Dear friends, families, foes and foei gras [fwɑ ˈɡrɑ],
If I am still not on your friends list on Facebook… search me by enida@mail.com kay? I have uploaded new pictures by the kilotons for you to see how deliciously tastily spicy my life is now. Not.
It’s as stinky as my Kangkung Belacan, as fishy as my Sambal Ikan Bilis, as greasy as my Roti Canai and funny as my supposedly Indian curry that had gone to Hadyaai but ended up in Kecamatan Manggis in Bali. Oh these Russians!
Better Than Chocolate?
Posted in Write On, tagged Coffee, Tribute on May 21, 2009| Leave a Comment »
Since as far as November 2008, I have been meaning and trying to pen a tribute to my pediatrician. I mean, my kids’ pediatrician, of course. A tribute for, well… obviously taking a great care of my children when I needed him periodically and pediatrically. I have been trying to find words and ways to say how thankful and grateful I am. But every time I read my own words and ways of saying them… I keep thinking of analogies to describe the tribute.
It’s like trying to make a good cup of cocoa but end up with that crunchy-nut-in-the-middle Perugina Baci or better yet, Godiva and Bernard Callebaut chocolates melted together. And it’s like trying to make a simple crepe but end up with a Belgian Waffle with strawberries and honey on top. Forget sugar! This is HONEY we’re talking about. And oh, that waffle has got to be eaten on a cool Sunday morning on that little balcony facing the Heaven’s Gates of La Rochelle. Has got to!
And it’s like stuffing a little box with a nice little Shikisyi Edo handkerchief but end up with the best Muga silk duvet wrapping around you… like your wedding saree.
Oh I so need a chocolate. I mean, coffee. Sorry!
(Tea? What tea?) Ahhh… my cup runneth over.
Unwritefully Yours
Posted in Write On on May 18, 2009| Leave a Comment »
I know I should just go to bed.
Things went perfectly well with the monchies tonight. Fed them the homemade non-piccante Green Curry Beef dinner earlier than usual. Got them home from the playground right in time for the 15 minutes get-ready-for-bed rituals. Had the ‘Once Upon A Time There Was A…’ bedtime story told by 2045. They were cosily tucked in and in Lulla Land by 2100, and voila! The day was done. Yes, Sunday is an ON day for the wicked moms. Supposedly.
But I went downstairs instead. Made myself some Earl Grey and grabbed a sooshka instead. I was supposed to pay my debt to Elizabeth Gilbert of her Eat Pray Love – 3 pages installment per night tonight, like every night. But I paid 15 instead. (There is this rule I have been governing myself with. For almost 20 years now. The rule says: I shall read at least 3 pages of anything per day, if not night. Thus those books or magazines you see in almost all my WC’s in my house, car-door or seat pockets, night tables in all rooms, on one corner on all benches, in the closets, kitchen and all under-sink cabinets.)
I promised myself to write The Silent Reader a reply email which I started 3 nights ago but stopped. I re-started it tonight. But I re-stopped instead. I wrote so long, felt so much… that in the end I found myself back in the middle of the beginning of what I had written so long and felt so much about. Words, like they have been the past weeks, seemed to turn to tears and tears turned to blood when I wrote them. I was bleeding when I thought I was merely weeping.
I don’t know now if I am telling you the truth by lying. Or if I am awake by sleeping. I only know that I am dying by living. Or maybe the other way around, instead. So angels, I am unwriting this right before your eyes. Or are they mine instead?
I should have just gone to bed. Or eaten the sooshka, prayed for a goodnight sleep and loved Enida after that 15 pages of Eat Pray Love. Instead…
Adagio
Posted in Write On on May 15, 2009| Leave a Comment »
There is this 365-Calendar thing on my night table now. It is the ‘365 Ways To Say I Love You Calendar’ that I bought for my husband couple years ago – but he never really looked at it. He was never there to look at it anyway. I happened to find it today as I was clearing the dresser. For May 15th, it says: ‘Put a tribute to him on the website.’
So Babe, this Adagio is for you… however long it may take you to find these words of mine. True to the meaning of the song and the word adagio, so have I been to this thing many call love. I don’t call it anything anymore. I just live it. The way I have.
Please click PLAY on my MixPod.
Adagio
I don’t know where to find you
I don’t know how to reach you
I hear your voice in the wind
I feel you under my skin
Within my heart and my soul
I wait for you
Adagio
All of these nights without you
All of my dreams surround you
I see and I touch your face
I fall into your embrace
When the time is right I know
You’ll be in my arms
Adagio
I close my eyes and I find a way
No need for me to pray
I’ve walked so far
I’ve fought so hard
Nothing more to explain
I know all that remains
Is a piano that plays
If you know where to find me
If you know how to reach me
Before this light fades away
Before I run out of my faith
Be the only man to say
That you’ll hear my heart
That you’ll give your life
Forever you’ll stay
Don’t let this light fade away
No no no no no
Don’t let me run out of faith
Be the only man to say
That you believe
Make me believe
You won’t let go
Adagio
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