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Sedang Hujan Lagi Kan Berhenti…

Posted in Write On on February 17, 2015| 2 Comments »

Too long without a proper entry. And banyak sangat entries sedih lately. Bak kata my late Mom, “Sedang hujan lagi kan berhenti, ini kan pulak ratap tangis.” Betul sangat. Well, I have had my moments. My sedih meratap-nasib-diri kind of moments. Which in real life, you don’t see me sedih very often. Because I pour it all out right here.

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Anyway, I have been doing not too badly, I must say. And I have been having some crazy ideas that have made me lose my sleep, appetite and weight. I am gearing up for some serious changes. And that includes a manuscript. I am gone now… waiting for the rain di bawah langit Lazuardi.

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Di bawah langit Lazuardi....

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Questo Gennaio

Posted in Write On on January 30, 2015| Leave a Comment »

Gennaio Trenta

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Eleven Thirty

Posted in Write On on December 13, 2014| Leave a Comment »

Eleven thirty is eleven thirty okay!The appointment for the quarterly pest control spraying was at eleven thirty in the morning. Not at eleven. So when I was bugged at eleven zero three, you can imagine how far I was from being impressed. Eleven thirty is eleven thirty. Eleven hundred or eleven zero three is not eleven thirty. Which part of it that these pest control people do not understand?

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It was not the first time. The same bugger did the very same thing in September. Luckily the security was better then. I was called before they were allowed to come into the compound. I told the security that our appointment was at eleven thirty, not at ten forty-five. Forget it! I refused to be bugged at ten forty-five in the morning. I needed no excuse. Eleven thirty is eleven thirty, not ten forty-five. If I had wanted them to come at ten forty-five, I would not have agreed to an appointment at eleven thirty.

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So when I pestered Mr. Morgan about keeping time and how I was not impressed when they arrived almost half an hour early, he said he was just following the driver. I seriously thought he said he was just following the screwdriver.

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Sepenanak Nasi

Posted in Bibik, Language, Malaysiana, Poetry, tagged , , on November 25, 2014| Leave a Comment »

Buah cempedak si buah salak,
mari dikaut dek orang kota;
Akal menidak jiwa menolak,
hati terpaut dek kata-kata.

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Mujur lah patik terbaca pantun lama patik ini, Tuanku. Dan mujurlah pantun patik langsung tak ada kena-mengena dengan perasaan patik yang benar-benar merajuk dengan Cik Dayang Istana Mesra. Sampai hati Cik Dayang kita tak bertanak nasi untuk santapan malam, Tuanku. Sungguhpun patik tak berasa lapar dan cuma berhajat untuk meratah ikan goreng yang ada, apabila patik dapati tiada walau sebutir pun nasi untuk dijamah, patik merajuk sampai menitis airmata hiba.

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Sekautan nasi Tuanku...

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Patik tahu patik boleh saja bertanak sendiri. Beras sudah siap bertampi, tungku pun sudah siap berkayu api. Sementara sepenanak nasi, boleh saja patik karang pantun barang tujuh rangkap. Sepenanak nasi, boleh saja patik turun bersiram di perigi biru. Tapi patik… memilih untuk merajuk juga. Kalau tidak kerana nasi melukut dan sayur keladi, entahkan jauh sudah patik bawa diri.

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Berbaik Sangka

Posted in Sense, Write On on November 17, 2014| Leave a Comment »

Kerana kita ini manusia. Dan kerana manusia mudah cenderung kepada yang negative, berbaik sangka itu menjadi sesuatu yang perlu kita ajar diri.

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That is how I started this entry. I fell asleep for 38 minutes after writing it, though. Apparently it was a tough battle trying not to sound like I am preaching. My intention was just to tell a story of ‘berbaik sangka’. But I suppose, as human as I am, being positive is a conscious and constant decision.

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Anyway, the story is pretty simple. A friend mentioned on Twitter about this FourSquare application that I myself just got the hang of. Well, just for the fun of checking in at places, ya know. The difference is, the users get points for every check-in. That is about the only ‘game’ I play these days for points.

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So okay, the friend was a bit annoyed with someone in her contact list who would check in at every mosque or prayer room visited. This friend went on saying that God needs no apps to check a soul in to heaven. I rolled my eyes! Oh did I ever roll my big round eyes, I tell you, when I read that comment. 🙂

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Look, mister… since when does Facebooking, Twittering, FourSquaring and internet-ing have anything to do with God? People check in on FourSquare to let others know their whereabouts. As simple as that. More often than not, people check in just to annoy their cool friends with pictures of cool places, drinking some cool drinks with other cool friends. But if they are like me, the Questa è Enida, I check in to collect points. FourSquare points. Not pahala.

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Empat Petak

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So my baik-sangka is… Other people are probably very much like me.

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Written on: May 5th, 2012

Published on: November 17th, 2014

The reasons for the this entry being published only today:
Because I just wanted something to be published. Because I have not been writing. Because I have not been reading my own writing for ages. Because I feel like I am going insane if I kept on NOT reading and NOT writing any longer. Because I can. Because it’s there (my blog is there, or here, for that matter). Because I imagine if I do not write right now, I am just gonna go to bed dead. Not that I was much alive anyway. But for the rest of my life, let there be words. Not light. Light can go out on me for all I care. Just let these words be me.

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Air Suam I

Posted in Write On on October 6, 2014| 2 Comments »

I tau I cerewet. You nak bengang, bengang lah. Tak apa. I dah tak kisah dah. I tau apa yang I suka dan apa yang I tak suka. Kalau you tak suka apa yang I suka, tak payah suka. Ikut suka you lah apa you nak suka. Dan hari ini I nak buat apa yang I sendiri tak suka, iaitu membebel. Tapi kerana terpaksa, I nak membebel juga. Sebab ini pasal sesuatu yang I suka.

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I suka air suam.

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Ya, I suka air suam walaupun tak ramai yang suka. I suka. Sangat-sangat suka. Dan disebabkan I suka sangat air suam ni, I jadi cerewet bila kita makan kat luar and I akan order air suam exactly macam yang I suka. Bukan sebarang air suam yang I suka ni tau. Darjat air suam yang I suka ni tak ramai yang boleh capai. Jangan main-main. Ha, air suam I ada darjat, I tell you.

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Air suam yang I suka mesti lah panas sikit daripada suam. Tapi tak nak panas sangat. Suam dia mesti lah di antara boleh dan tak boleh diminum tu. Kalau setakat suam, pada I dah hampir sejuk. Cenggitu, baik air minum air sejuk. Tapi kalau panas sangat sampai tak boleh dihirup perlahan-lahan tu, pada I dah jadi air panas. Itu bukan suam. Baik I order teh ‘o’ panas-panas.

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I tau you faham I sebab you dah tak larat dengan kecerewetan I. You redha je kan? Tapi budak-budak pelayan yang ambik order air suam I ni susah nak jumpa yang faham perasaan I. Diorang tak faham bahawa darjah kesuaman air suam tu amat penting buat diri I ni.

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I dah banyak kali sangat kecewa. Sampaikan I serik nak order air suam. Padahal air suam je yang I order. Bukannya minuman yang complicated sangat macam Teh Tiga Lapis ke, Kopi ‘O’ Cham ke, Horlicks Pandan ke. Errr… ada ke? Entahlah, I pun dah tak tau mana satu reality dan fantasy. Sebab I cuma nakkan air suam je, just the way I like it. Susah sangat ke?

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Kadang-kadang I tau you pun bingung tengok I sampai tersinggung-minggung hanya kerana aktiviti meng-order air suam. Tak berbaloi sakit hati kerana air suam, you kata. Tapi yang you tak tau ialah… bila I dapat apa yang I hajati, bahagia yang I rasa kerana air suam… terasa sampai ke lubuk jiwa I yang paling dalam tau!  Ha, begitu mudahnya membuat I bahagia.

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Dan sekarang ni bila you tak ada, I minum je air suam di rumah. Habis cerita. Tak ada sakit hati, kecik hati, terasa hati, jauh hati, patah hati bagai bila tak dapat air suam di takat suhu suam kesukaan hati I tu. Cuma… I discovered, rupanya bukan air suam yang panas sikit daripada suam tapi tak sejuk macam air suam biasa tu yang membahagiakan lubuk jiwa I yang paling dalam.

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. Air suam yang I suka...

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Bukan itu.

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A Bend Done

Posted in Monchies, Write On, tagged on August 24, 2014| 1 Comment »

I've got your back, baby..

Kitreena had a two-hour consultation with a Spine/Scoliosis Specialist today. The evaluation has been done and her case has been sent by Dr. Robertson to another group of specialists in London for a second opinion.

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Because of the 14-15 degrees curvature at the two points on Kitreena’s spine, the specialist here is suggesting the (soft, non-rigid) type of brace called Spinecor for her to wear for 20 hours per day, for 2 years. 

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In the meantime, she is to continue with the therapy sessions twice a week and the chiropractic adjustments once a week. Her progress will be reviewed quarterly.

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We will get her full prescription as early as Tuesday next week, August 26th (Daddy’s birthday). And if the brace is the way to go, Kitreena will start wearing Spinecor on August 29th.

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And I… I embrace this with all my might.

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Point of No Point

Posted in Inside Enida, Write On on August 23, 2014| Leave a Comment »

At some point in our life, we will all be battling something. Some of us will be battling it in the ward, some in court, and the rest of us… somewhere.

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Some of us will be battling against cancer or thyroid. A few of us will be battling it in nasty divorce when the love is gone. And the rest of us will be battling in and against depression, the loss of our loved ones or just weight, or just loneliness. Just?

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But the point is, at some point…
We will all be battling something in our life. Something. And at that point, we will all be tired of fighting and we will all be willing to just let go of so many things, including our will. Trust me. Winning will be a challenge and losing will look like an option.

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It is at that point in our life when we tend to forget to sit ourselves down to ask, “What is the point?” We will be busy battling that something in our life, we forget what we are fighting for. At the end of it all whether we win or lose, time will have left us.

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But for some reason, in the middle of writing this, somehow… all I want to do when the sun is up, is to go on a little boat on a lake somewhere with a little picnic basket, a blanket and a book.

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Yeah… a boat, a basket, a blanket and a book.

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So much for a battle.

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Bila kah...

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I’ve been to Point of No-Point, Vancouver Island.
It is one of the most beautiful places on earth.

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Go To Yell

Posted in Monchies, Sense, Write On, tagged on July 14, 2014| Leave a Comment »

Luka di tangan nampak berdarah...

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It just wasn’t her day. Kitreena forgot to bring her violin to school, and so she went straight to the music room just like what she had been doing the whole of last week, to wait for me to bring the violin. When she called me from the music teacher’s phone, I gave her a hard time for not setting it out by the door like usual. But I came back to school anyway, with her violin.

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Her class teacher came to the music room after Kitreena called me (as I was told later that Friday) and scolded her for being ‘blur’. Kitreena was ‘supposed’ to be in her class – although it had been okay for her to be practicing her orchestra on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday (and not having to be in her homeroom). She felt embarrassed and offended, to say the least, being yelled and shouted at by Ms. S in front of everyone in her orchestra. I have heard stories of her being yelled at in her classroom, but this time it wasn’t in front of her other friends who are used to being yelled at.

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And on top of all that… Kitreena fell during recess. Though much of the pain is self chosen, I knew the pain on her knees and elbows was nothing compared to being humiliated by her own teacher for something very trivial. And what was with the name-calling and scolding students for being ‘blur’? Is it not a teacher’s job to clarify rules to the children and to remind them when they forget? I was not going to defend my child for her tendency for being confused. But the yelling and shouting was beyond me.

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I am going to school this Thursday for the parent-teacher meeting. And someone who has been yelling and humiliating not only my child but many other eleven-year-old children, damaging their self-esteem in the process, is so going to have a professional slap on the wrist from me. And from the Principal. I do not send my kids to an international school to be yelled at and embarrassed by an incompetent English teacher who pronounces the word silhouette as sil-how-tea. Na’ah!

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Watch me.

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My Rhythm and Blues

Posted in Monchies, Songs, Write On, tagged on July 9, 2014| Leave a Comment »

Kitreena has been learning to play ‘Getaran Jiwa’ on her violin these two weeks without the musical notes from Mr. Rudy. I actually like that method, as it encourages Kitreena to play by ear. And Mr. Rudy is only giving out two lines per week. My violinist, who is not overly familiar with the song, has not been able to play the whole song every time she practices it.

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So I took the liberty to jot down the notes by slowly ‘pecking’ it on the keyboard. And after not playing any instrument for many many years, last night Kitreena and I spent over an hour duetting on Getaran Jiwa.

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I thank God for music and for the violinist and the pianist in my house who have made it all worth it. All.

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