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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

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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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