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Bas Ah!

June 11, 2011 by Enida

Sayang.

Mmmm.

Dalam banyak-banyak bas kan…

Aaalaaa… ni malas nihhh!

Satu je sayang. Kalau Abang tak bagi Ida teka-teki nanti Abang mengantuk driving ni.

*pura-pura tidur*

Alah Ida ni, kalau dia yang drive bukan main lagi segala teka-teki Abang kena jawap.

Mana ada?

Cepat la sayang. Kalau Ida teka betul, I’ll give you a massage bila kita sampai.

Ah, Ida tak percaya. Abang selalu bagi teka-teki mengarut yang Ida tak boleh jawap.

Hehehe. Ida try je lah jawap. Kalau tak nak try, Ida kena massage Abang.

Abang nihhh! Adeke ugut cenggitu?

Hahaha. Cuba lah sayang. Please? Ida tak sayang Abang eh?

Apa pulak kena-mengena sayang tak sayang dengan teka-teki ni?

Ye lah. Sampai hati Ida tak layan Abang nak berteka-teki.

Hishhhh okaylah okaylah. Hah, bas apa ni?

Yayyy! Dalam banyak-banyak bas, bas apa yang pandai sekali dalam dunia?

Dalam dunia?

Ye lah. Kira yang pandai sekali lah.

Smart bus?

Nope.

Bus Lightyear?

I know you’re trying to be smart, but nope. Itu Buzz, bukan bas.

Hmmm tapi Ida dah cuba ni, am I safe from massaging you?

Teka lah dulu.

Abang niiii… malasss lahhh.

Tak tau?

Tak.

Give up?

Give up.

Surrender?

Iyerrr! Bas apa ni bang?

Hehehe bas sekolah.

*nangis*

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Posted in Abang, Humor | 5 Comments »

Reality Bites

June 4, 2011 by Enida

Why did you kiss me like that?

Because… you smell like the best vanilla cookie. I couldn’t stand just sniffing. I had to take a bite.

And?

And I was right. You taste as good as you smell.

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Bitter Chocolates

May 31, 2011 by Enida

Life is like a box of chocolates…
you never know what you are going to get.

You don’t know what you are going to get? You don’t? I mean, really. You really don’t know? Life is like a box of chocolates, and you do not know what you are going to get? What part of a box of chocolates that you don’t understand?

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If life is like a box of chocolates, and if you know you’re opening a box of chocolates, what other than chocolates do you think you’re going to get? I mean, here it is… a box of chocolates in your hand. And you’re looking at a box of chocolates. Yes, chocolates. Do you seriously think you are going to get some pearl earrings in the chocolate box or something? I mean, honestly! Or do you think it could turn out to be a box of worms instead?

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So okay, you might not know what each chocolate is filled with. Fine. Fair excuse. But for crying out loud, do you really need to know everything? Does it kill you if you don’t know whether you’re going to bite a chocolate filled with almond or hazelnut? Goodness gracious! Help me here, will you? For stating the obvious, if life is like a box of chocolates, and you like sweet creamy chocolates. Would you ever go get a box of bitter chocolates just to surprise yourself or something?

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Likewise, if you know your passion in life is nothing but the seashores, would you go build your house on top of a mountain?

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Posted in Sense, Write On | 4 Comments »

Kali Pok Cheenapok

May 31, 2011 by Enida

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Today oso a fren fainaut I not coming from Pahang. I born Keikei. That Kelilau Temeloh is where my amak born oni. Even she oso ha, her famili not from there. Eh you donch know meh? My amak so ching-chong Peking malee liao. She so Cheena ha, her amak lastaim got stir her Milo wif chopstik one, you know. The amak some more dasyat her ching-chong ha, breakfast oso eat laksa wif air gula. No kidding, you boh chio kao peng okay. You think why I can chiak laksa everyday? Chiak kuay-kuay, chiak chendol and chiak lang some more. Aiyah ang mo lang chiak kantang, lagi mao action liao. Got to run, chop chop kali pok.

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Posted in Humor, Language | 3 Comments »

If You Asked Me

May 26, 2011 by Enida

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Lekin really, mere dil ko kya ho gaya. Already. Mein weary beyond jawaab, beyond samje hain. Ho gaya. Malasssssss suda! Dil nahi. Lekin mere still lah jugak. Hishhh! Ke hairani.

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Posted in Inside Enida, Sense | 3 Comments »

Singing The Last Line

May 22, 2011 by Enida

For many months that have become years now, I have not been able to listen to, sing or even hum this song to its final stanza. But today I could not resist the fight. I have been misunderstood, I have been misread and I have been misheard. So I got up and sang this to myself. After three attempts and still with heaved heart, this is for those who have made my life worth sailing. And those who have made this song worth singing. To the last line…

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Sayang Disayang

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Angin menderu dahan jatuh
Menimpa batu kuburan

Murai terkejut berkicau-kicauan
Langit mendung diliputi awan
Alamat bumi disirami hujan
Sayang di sayang

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Hatiku rindu orang jauh
Tak lupa dari kenangan

Fikiran kusut merisau-risauan
Sakit untung ditinggalkan Abang
Ibarat kapal tidak berhaluan
Sayang di sayang

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Please click on the song title or my picture to be brought to my voice recording.

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Posted in Inside Enida, Mom, Songs | 3 Comments »

Until Then…

May 20, 2011 by Enida

I’ve learned that you should always leave loved ones with loving words. It may be the last time you see them.


The last time I saw her, she was smiling. Too tired to sit up. Too weak to wave me goodbye ’til I was out of her sight like she always did. Always. And the last thing I did to her was feeding her mee goreng for breakfast. Dad’s cooking. Her favorite.

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The last song I sang to her was ‘Sayang Di Sayang’. I never really got to the last line. I always ended up hiding my face in her hand crying like a little girl. But I was the last to trim her fingernails, if that would be any consolation. I held her hands like no other hands I had held before. I knew I was losing her grip.

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The last words I said to her were, “I will be right back.”.

It was her who never came back.

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Posted in Inside Enida, Mom | 6 Comments »

Bersamaku?

May 18, 2011 by Enida

There is something I have not told you. A good little something. Something that I am very grateful about. And something that I would like to thank you for. All the good thoughts you have of me, on me, for me, about me. Those thoughts were prayers that have turned into wishes, and wishes have come true.

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I’ve got the DiGi project!

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I would like to thank my special blog reader who initiated the whole thing by asking me if she could put me in contact with DiGi, and if I could be a potential training provider for her team at DiGi. I said, “Yes, please!”

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And in just about two months – after  the usual proposal stage, the presentation stage and the waiting stage… the stage is now mine!  This is, in all my humility, the first ever major project for Enida Consultancy & Services.

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So for the next ten weeks, every Tuesday and Thursday, I’ll be making smarter choices and will ‘Sentiasa Bersama’ DiGi and Digizens. Wish me all the fun!

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Thank you Nik! Thank you.

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I am gone counting my blessings!

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Love and hugs,

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Enida

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Posted in Inside Enida | 6 Comments »

Things You Do

May 17, 2011 by Enida

For the fear of forgetting, I am documenting this now, in the midst of the extreme busy-ness of my business.

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This afternoon, Edrick came to me downstairs for his afternoon hugs. But then his feet all of a sudden got too ‘tired’ to go back upstairs. Well, that has been his way of hinting actually… whenever he wants to be carried up the stairs.

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So I did.

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I carried him upstairs. Because I could. And because I could never know when his feet would one day stop being tired to go back upstairs. I could never know when he would stop hinting for that little TLC. And because I knew my feet were fine. I could manage 28.7kg and 22 steps up. And so I did. And I will continue doing so until I can’t.

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Oh… the things you do for love, eh?

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Posted in Monchies | Tagged | 3 Comments »

Things You Keep

May 15, 2011 by Enida

Tidurlah Intan

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Sometimes when you keep filling an empty space with the things you keep on giving and not getting… when you leave, the space is emptier than empty.

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I have learned to embrace myself.
And tonight, I have a song.

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I am okay.

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Posted in Inside Enida | 1 Comment »

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