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A to Zzzz

I mean… seriously!

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On Monday mornings I get up around 0530, 0615 the latest. In fact, on Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday mornings I get up at 0500. Sometimes earlier, sometimes later. But no later than 0630. The drive to school depends on the timing and the traffic. What’s new? If we leave home before 0650, the drive is usually 20 minutes tops. But anything after 0700, it could go up to 40 minutes to an hour. I make my way home after the drop off between 0745 and 0815.

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And then it’s setting up time for me. The self, the body and the tummy. At times, work starts from the school gate and off to wherever things need to be delivered or picked up. Lucky if I get to come home to sip on Nescafe Gold in the kitchen. At other times, mornings are for the house maintenance work – waiting for the plumber, or the contractor. But there are always things to do. Whether it is work, or ‘home’ work.

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By noon, lunch is prepared, or at least set out from the freezer for early supper-cooking session. And that leaves me about an hour or so to look at t-shirts or hoodies to order from the suppliers, while taking orders online. And when there are modules to be prepared, I have to forget about breakfast, plumbing, cleaning up, cooking and sometimes ordering. But of course some days are diamonds and some days are stones. On diamond days, I get to do breakfast with my sisters or my trusted friends.

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In the afternoon, the kids are usually picked up on my way to, yet again, the suppliers, or tailors, or embroiderers, or what have you. But there are days that I have to rush them home for their music lessons or dance classes in the evening. And that works perfectly fine when I have to drive about 70km to another supplier, and 70km back, stopping at the bus terminal or the courier service stations for other deliveries. On the days without this long-distant delivery, the after-school time is always about school work, at home. I watch and I guide both kids doing their homework, single-handedly.

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By the time the day’s work is done, which is never truly done during the daylight… the sun is down. On diamond days, I get to be at home to cook meals for my kids and have the luxury of dining with them and asking them their highs and lows of the day. But when it is a stone day, lucky if I get home in time to say good night. I kiss them anyway… while they are sleeping. And then it is time for online orders and managing projects again. And I do some reading, to keep me alive. I write too, to keep me sane.

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The cycle starts again every morning after a good three to four hours of sleep.

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The only time I sleep in the morning or afternoon of Monday or Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday or Friday or any time before midnight is when I am dying.

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Thanks.

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Cenggini lah…

Macam ni lah…

The way I see it, we both are lost souls. You don’t know what you want and I don’t know what I don’t want. Whichever way we look at us, we have two choices:

  • We can find our way out of this loss together, putting up with each other’s quirks and monstrosities, hoping that we get out of this alive.
  • Or we find our way out on our own separate paths.
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Either way, life is getting shorter and we are running out of time, energy and wit.

Runaway Blues.

Are you coming with me?
Coz if you are, let’s get started with our eyes closed.

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[I actually wrote this some time in October 2014.
To find that it still ‘applies’ now is scary, to say the least.
Have I not changed since? Should I have?]

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My Pheasant

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Kitreena Enida Johnson

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Photo by @helos
Mohd Helmi Osman

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The Pheasant

ROAR!

Children’s Theater

27 & 28 January 2018

Kuash Theatre PKKKTB, TTDI

Ticket2u

ROAR!

ROAR POSTER

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Come see the talented Tunas Tari children ROAR!-ing it away
for 2 days at Kuash Theatre, PKKKTB, Taman Tun Dr Ismail!
Tickets are still available at Ticket2u.com.my.
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Grab them today!

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And exciting giveaways by AIRWINGS
– the official merchandiser for ROAR! –
await you at the entrance.
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Come grab them too!
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Ehem!
Kitreena will be Argus, the Pheasant in the show.
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Come give her some support!

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Berpaling Ke ArahMu

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The funny thing about random writing is yes, I do it from the heart. It is usually about things I don’t have the heart to say outright. And not to the person I mean it for, at least. And then I would leave it for a while. Long enough for me to forget whom I write it for.
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This is one of them. And it is over a year old.
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I rediscovered it at Borders when I was copying important information from my 2017 Notebook to my 2018. Written way near the back page, it was probably my rambling early in the year, last year. Tapi itu lah… tak ingat untuk siapa.
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Now…
The good thing about random writing like this is that, it can end up being a reminder to your good old self. Perhaps my mantra this year should be, “Enida, sekali-sekala engkau perlu berhenti melayan dunia.”
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Just Squidding

I had been craving for a simple dish of Sotong Goreng Tepung for a while. So when I took Monchies to Udang King for their famous Salt & Pepper Squid last Wednesday, I wasn’t prepared to be be told that their kitchen was closed for the day. They never closed before. Ever! To say that I was terkilan was an understatement.
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I had already pulled a chair and was about to sit down when our usual server came to say, “Sorry aaa… kitchen close, kitchen close.” Monchies saw my merajuk face. I didn’t even try to hide it. We settled for sushi at Sushi Zenmai later that day where I pretended to be happy with my Yakiniku Don. It was good, but it wasn’t squid.
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After a couple more attempts during the weekend, I gave it up. Dah lah, no more craving. I even settled for Mee Udang Special at Zetty’s place, Changkat Jering on my way home from Alor Setar. The restaurant didn’t serve squid nor did they have any tepung to make any ‘goreng tepung’ thing.
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IMG_1545But today, when all I wanted was just a good egg-on-toast breakfast at Dôme, I was still drawn to the Salt & Pepper Squid on the menu. So be it lah kan. Although the squid tasted like chicken, it finally closed my craving door. Merajuk face no more. I was grateful the batter was just as I imagined a simple Sotong Goreng Tepung would be. The accompanying dip was good, the salad was perfect. Dah, done!
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So long, so tong.
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Tag, You’re It!

Friday, the nineteenth day of May, 0800H.
I was at Shell Hartamas. Isi minyak and had no other intentions, supposedly. But then, ternampak pulak this new-looking cafe at Shell. I thought, okaylah. Singgahlah sekejap breakfast. (Alasan biasa to have my morning ‘Enida Time’.).

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It was indeed a new, and nice-looking cafe. Well lit. Macam IKEA. I took my food, got to the cashier, said my bubbly ‘good morning’…

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Hi, Ms Enida.

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Hah?
I touched my chest for a reality-check. I haven’t worn my name-tag since my last training session at Markas Udara, TLDM. Bagus betul cashier ni, I thought. Siap sebut nama. But I didn’t have my silver-shining EC name-tag on.

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Saya Siti, last time dekat McDonald’s Pandan Mewah. Saya pernah ikut training Puan.

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Oh!
I was all smiles dan hati berbunga-bunga ungu macam bunga ‘Thankful’ on Facebook. And as I was sitting having breakfast this morning, there was a song playing on repeat in my head.

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Sometimes you wanna go
where everybody knows your name.
And they’re always glad you came.
You wanna be where you can see
the troubles are all the same.
You wanna be where everybody knows your name.

Some Times

When I heard the story about a tardy ruler from someone who had to wait for him, I was skeptical. But when thirty minutes dragged on to three hours, and the same tardiness seemed to be fashionable as it happened in three occasions within just two to three days… my heart bled blue. Oh how I wish the stories were not true.

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For days on end the stories disappointed me. Hearing more stories about the same ruler who is actually well known to have made people wait, somehow hurt the very core of my soul. I don’t understand why, and for some reason I was in denial. So much so that I went looking for the hukum of tardiness. Oh how I wish the rules were above the ruler.

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And then I remember Ustazah Khadijah who used to wait for my whole class to come back from the science lab to attend her Agama period at the end of the afternoon session. I, for one, used to drag my feet to her class until one gloomy late afternoon when she had enough of our tardiness and told us that God would be fair to those who make others wait.

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No matter how well we have served God and how kind we have been to people in this life, there is something about time that many will be denied heaven for, she reminded us. And that is if we are tardy. For punctuality is a promise. A trust. And one who breaks his or her promises of time purposely will be denied the best of the hereafter.

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“Tuhan dah janji dah. Tak tepati masa kat dunia ni, kat akhirat satni hangpa tunggu lah pulak sampai Dia redha kat hangpa baghu buleh masuk syurga. Tak keigha lah hang sapa kat dunia ni, hatta seorang raja.”

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Tersebutlah Kisah

Pagi-pagi bute koi ni semalang celek mate, tekok konoin baser nok makei pateng. Tok kire lah masok mpoyok ke, asang pedaeh ke, goreng kunyek ke. Asei ke pateng. Keknye sebelong masuk seminor, koi ni tadi berguraa dengei rodong boleh ke nyeboat pari. Ntoh ngaper nyeboat pari ntoh. Laeng lalu dengei hok konoin tekok dok sedang ngidang nye.

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Habih seminor berajat nok ke Gombok lah sebak rase koi situ hok banyok lauk kampong nye, ye dok. Keknye tok semene-mene, tangei koi ni elok molek membelok kakroh MRR2 beloh kiri dari aroh UIA te, lanteih ke Ampang. Ahhh yer, pedo’oh sangek nok ke Gombok nye, mokngoh heh. Tercengang-cengang rodong koi, keknye dia ni mudoh hek. Ngikut je memane lah.

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Doh separuh jalan, koi ni tadi dapat lah idea nok makei mane. Tingek ke kedei makei hok sebeloh The Garage te. Name dia Istana Bambu, iklan bapok besor tulih Pateng Masok Mpoyok tepi jalan te. Dalang hati koi, bedo’o je lah mudoh-mudohei bukok lah ari Saktu gini. Risaa jugek kot dia bukok ari keje je sebak beramei sikek datang makei tengohari. Gitu lah bacaan koi ni tadi.

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Sampei di parking Istana Bambu, nampok gaye nya nasek koi baik. Hah bukok pon kedei te. Nang tujoh kali dah koi datang situ keknye tok perenoh lagi lanteih masuk ke Istana Bambu te. Sokmo lah ke The Garage beloh malang bese nye. Doh duduk, doh dapat menu, doh berangan nengok gambor pateng masok mpoyok nye… siak ander set RM17.00 dengei ulang, dengei buoh, dengei sirak limaa siak.

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Tetiber budok hak ngambik oda tu kabor… “Pateng tak ander. Pari ander lah.”

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Koi ni tadi tarik napeih dalang-dalang tok reti nok kabo kebende. Betoi mek cakak mok koi kemereng. Bende hok awok tak mboh, jangei seboat! Padan ke muke koi. Sudohnye koi ngoda pari lah jugek.

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Gambor beloh kiri te Pulut Mangga di Istana Bambu yang koi saloh pandang mulanya macang ‘Pungut Mangga’. Sagu Gula Kabung dalang gambor beloh kanan ni pulok koi saloh bace jadi ‘Sagu Gula Kambing’. Ahhh yer, Enida… mentang tok dapat makei pateng, seme mende jadi tok betoi yak.

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