Kiss someone good night even if he is already asleep..
After the good night kiss, I usually stay for a while, give him a rub on the forehead and watch him sleep like a baby.
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Kiss someone good night even if he is already asleep..
After the good night kiss, I usually stay for a while, give him a rub on the forehead and watch him sleep like a baby.
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It was the first time I heard of such concept, such belief. But it probably has a lot to do with the law of attraction. Bibik told me, where she comes from, the people believe that once a husband or a wife utters the hopelessness and the intention for a divorce, until divorce happens… life in the household is cursed by the utterance.
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I was taken aback for good five minutes to reflect on my present life — and my previous life. Ya, semua orang ada cerita lama. In a way, I was trying to recall if I ever mentioned the big D to B. (Yeah, and then X to make it to DBX in Dubai, huh? I am so lah derailed right now, it’s not even funny.) Anyway, the concept of “…fate that is governed by intention and words that we send out to the universe…” is right there!
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Perhaps that is why I have been extremely cautious with the words I use, though I am not from West Java. As much as I can… as a human, I try to be positive — thinking of positive possibilities, and using positive verbal and non-verbal languages. And in all that I think, do or say, perfection is not my goal. I can never be perfect. Because if I were perfect, God would ‘product-recall’ me from the shelves.
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With my good memory, I know for sure that I left with good thoughts and good words. Even now, call me a fool, but I am still full of hope. I still utter good words with the best of intentions. Because the best is yet to happen. The ending is a chapter in itself. Given time, I believe that we might walk the same paths with different feel. And that… my friend, is not a new concept. Nor it is from West Java.
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Tiap-tiap hari saya menulis. Tapi tiap-tiap hari saya menekan ‘Save Draft’ dan tak sampai ke butang ‘Publish’. Macam tiap-tiap hari saya kenang orang-orang yang saya kenang. Tapi tiap-tiap hari saya mencari butang ‘Save Yourself’ untuk ditekan. Kalau bukan saya yang menjaga diri dan hati sendiri, siapa lah lagi?
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I do write, every day. And every day I ‘Save Draft’, not able to reach the ‘Publish’ button. Just like every day I think about the people I think about. But every day I look for the ‘Save Yourself’ button to click on. If I don’t take care of my self and my heart, who will?
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Banyak lundu perkara lundu,
lundu yang mana dari Sarawak;
Banyak rindu perkara rindu,
rindu yang mana di hati awak?
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*Enida
Mesra Terrace
24 February 2012
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Perbezaan di antara kucing lapar dengan kucing lapar yang bijak ialah…
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Kucing lapar akan menjilat bibir apabila terpandang sahaja akan makanan. Tetapi kucing lapar yang bijak hanya akan menjilat bibir sesudah makan.
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Sekian melaporkan pemerhatian sifat manusia gelojoh dan tak tau malu mengalahkan kucing kurap di Facebook.
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Ooh sang algojo, ooh nanti dulu…
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And every time she talks about you, her eyes twinkle.
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Ai tau ai manusia biasa. And sebab ai tau ai ni manusia biasa lah hari ni ai rili-rili nak membebel. Ai tau sangat kalau ai membebel pada yu, yu tu tak faham sebab orang yang berfikiran negetif macam yu akan cari kekurangan ai jugak sudahnya. Malas ai!
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Fersofall, yu tu kalau jumpa ai, mesti nak komen pasal badan ai. Tapi yang peliknya mata yu tu sentitip benau bila badan ai naik. Mesti nak menshen. Eh, yu nampak berisi lah sekarang. Eh, badan yu naik ke? Eh, yu punya pipi nampak chabi sikit daripada aritu. Eh, sihat nampak!
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Tapi bila badan ai susut, pinggang ai ramping, muka ai lonjong… yu nampak lah pulak jerawat ai kat tepi hidung! Eh, muka yu teruk sekarang kan. Tak macam dulu. Eh, yu banyak makan belacan ke? Eh, apasal muka yu tak berseri ni? Eh, ni mesti tak jaga kulit lah ni, muka tak lawa dah ni.
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And bila ai bergetah, wajah cerah dan ceria, nampak hepi macam tak ada gangguan… yu mesti rasa kaler baju ai tak sesuai dengan ekseseri yang ai pakai. Ataupun stail ai over sikit, sebab skirt ai putih, singkat pulak tu untuk wanita matang macam ai. Ai nampak muda sangat nanti. Muda daripada yu. Tak sesuai.
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Lepas tu semua benda yang ai cakap, yu tak percaya. Tapi yu mintak nasihat ai gitu gini, itu ini. Tapi bila ai nak kongsi ilmu dengan yu, semuanya yu dengar dengan muka tak percaya. Oh ye ke apa yu cakap ni? Oh betul ke laik dat? Tu tak betul, ni tak kena. Yu lagi percaya benda-benda karut zaman jahiliah daripada statistik dan risec ai. Tu menunjukkan betapa kurangnya yu ni membaca. Banyak benda yang anak ai darjah satu pun tau, yu boleh tak tau. Hish, cetek!
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Cara ai berfikir memang lain daripada cara yu. Ai kalau jumpa orang, ai akan perasan benda-benda yang baik aja. Lantak lah badan yu naik 39 kilo sekalipun, ai tak tegur. Wel, mebi sebab yu sendiri akan menshen awal-awal dah, badan yu naik. Wich, ai tak kesah pun. Badan yu. Yu tau apa yu sumbat kat mulut yu.
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Tapi bila ai rasa tudung yu lawa, ai puji aja lah seikhlas jiwa ai. Kalau tudung tak lawa sebab toncet yu tinggi sangat, ai buat lah macam tak nampak. Lantak yu lah, kepala yu. Ai tak ambik berat pasal kepala yu semacam mana yu ambik berat pasal kepala lutut ai yang terjulur bila ai pakai skirt putih Nichii ai tu. Skirt yang yu kata tak branded. Tak macam tudung jenama X stail cekik belakang tengkuk yu tu. Ratus ringgit selai. Memang ai tak brended.
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Tapi apa pun, ai bersyukur sangat yu tak duduk sebelah rumah ai.
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Abang…
Hmmm.
Darling…
Ya.
Abaaaaaannnggg…
*terpaksa letak katalog hardware atas riba*
Iyaaa… what is it sayang?
Ida tak puas hati Abang jawap cenggitu bila Ida panggil.
Hah? Jawap macam mana? Yang hmmm tu?
Semua.
Aiiihhh… abis tu Abang nak kena jawap macam mana lah?
Jawap lah ‘ya sayang‘. Baru lah Ida rasa Abang sayang.
Kalau tak ada sayang tu, ertinya Abang tak sayang lah ya?
Ha’ah. Sayang tu kena ada tandanya. Macam harimau.
Hah? Macam harimau?
Ya lah. Kalau badannya belang, tapi bunyiknya ‘meowww’, bukanlah harimau. Itu kucing. Mengaum tu menunjukkan tanda dia tu harimau.
*menung dan bingung*
Sayang aja mana cukup kalau tak sebut. Tu maksud Ida.
So, kalau Ida panggil Abang, Abang kena lah menyahut ‘Ya sayang’… cenggitu?
Yesss!
Kalau tak ada sayang tu, Abang tak sayang Ida lah tu eh?
Sayang kot, tapi tak cukup syarat.
Okaylah sayang, okaylah.
Yayyy!
So, malam ni sayang nak Abang mengaum tak?
Apa pulakkk! Abang niiiihhh!
Sayang memang jealous tiap kali Abang tengok katalog ni kan?
Perasan sangat!
Hehehe… meowwww!
*terus tutup katalog*
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