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January 27, 2011 by Enida

Bila awak tak ada, saya ada banyak masa nak memunggah dan menyusun barang. Maka semalam punggah lah punya punggah, saya terjumpa banyak surat cinta. Tapi sebab cinta saya ni bertepuk sebelah tangan bila awak tak ada, asek tangan saya je lah yang menulis surat. 🙂
Antara isi surat cinta saya…

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Bila awak tak ada, saya tak ada kata-kata. Mata asek mengantuk ajer walaupun dah bergantang kopi saya minum, wak. Kopi cap Kapal Api lah, Kapal Laut lah, Kapal Cargo pun dah saya coba.

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Semalam lagi dasyat. Sudahlah hari mendung semendung hati saya, hujan sepuput tak turun walau sepipit pun. Mata saya kuyu, badan saya layu, hati saya sayu.

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Kalau tak kerana Tom Yam nyonya yang panas, pedas dan Teh Tarik seteko yang saya teguk dalam masa tak sampai 30 saat di Udang King Restaurant tu, rasanya saya macam anak pokok kunyit baru tanam dalam pasu kena simbah air rebusan kerang panas-panas! Ta mim ta.

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Bila awak tak ada, saya tak ada hati.
Tak tau mana pergi.

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Tinggi Lagi Harapan Di Hati

January 27, 2011 by Enida

Dari Hati Ke Hati

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Does It Matter?

January 26, 2011 by Enida

Doesn’t Matter Anymore

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Keraguan Ini

January 26, 2011 by Enida

Perpisahan

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Siapa?

January 26, 2011 by Enida

Siapa Pernah Jatuh Cinta

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Tonight I Do

January 26, 2011 by Enida

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Whenever You Call

January 26, 2011 by Enida

All this tough look and hurtful words and the “whatever” attitude are just my way of protecting my heart. And I have been lying to myself. The pain is overwhelming and I don’t know how to reach out. I have been trying to patch this damaged Enida doing everything I can. Looking everywhere possible for the one hand to take mine, and for the one voice to tell me I am all right.

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But all I am is… nowhere. And all I have is… no one.

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Siri Bercakap Dengan Edrick XIX

January 25, 2011 by Enida

Edrick: Mommy can I call Daddy from your electric phone?

Mommy: No sweetheart.

Edrick: Why not?

Mommy: You just Skyped with him yesterday. Maybe he’s busy today.

Edrick: But Mommy, if he knows it’s me, he won’t be busy. He’ll talk to me.

Mommy: I’m sure he will Monch. But he’s at work. Let’s wait til Saturday, ok?

Edrick: *is upset* I wish when Adam grows up he will marry you!

Mommy: Adam? You mean, Adam your best friend at school?

Edrick: Yes. He will be an adult. I wish he would marry you and love you for 200 days!

Mommy: But I want someone who can love me longer than 200 days.

Edrick: How long did Daddy love you Mommy?

Mommy: Uhh… 12 years.

Edrick: 12 yeeeaaarrrsss? That’s very long!

Mommy: Yeah! Too long for him.

Edrick: Don’t worry Mommy, I will love you for 200 days and 200 years.

Mommy: Oh thank you, sweetheart! *feels safe now and thinks, ‘Who needs Adam, eh?’*

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Yet Again

January 25, 2011 by Enida

Yes, I have.
I have, in all my waking hours, been reminding myself that  love, in any form, is the best defense against loneliness. Yes, I have. But the trouble is, I don’t trust Enida. I don’t trust if she could ever pick herself up again if she is let down. Again. There shouldn’t be any again, again.  I am shutting everyone out, out of fear of being hurt.

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I am, in all my humbleness… scared.

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My Maybe Baby

January 23, 2011 by Enida

Saying goodnight is getting more and more challenging these days with Kitreena. While I do enjoy the bed-talk, the cuddles, the giggles and the many thought-provoking topics, I shouldn’t be entertaining half of her theories, really! And at bedtime the other night, out of nowhere…

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Kitreena: Mom, could you please have another baby?

Mommy: *chokes on her reply* Another what?

Kitreena: Another baby. And a baby girl please. I want a baby sister.

Mommy: Where did this come from?

Kitreena: Mommm please, it would be really nice if there’s a baby in the house.

Mommy: *is still very much flabbergasted* But I can’t have a baby without a husband.

Kitreena: Why not?

Mommy: Because a woman needs a man to get a baby.

Kitreena: You mean you need a husband to get pregnant?

Mommy: Uh, yeah!

Kitreena: I don’t get it. But the baby is going to be in your tummy.

Mommy: Yes, it is. But my tummy needs a husband to make it pregnant. *tries not to be too explicit to an eight-year old*

Kitreena: Ohhhhh! Is that why people get married? To get babies?

Mommy: Well, not all. But mostly. Yes.

Kitreena: Hmmm… since Daddy doesn’t want to be your husband anymore, you have to get a new husband, Mom.

Mommy: Well, maybe I don’t want a new husband.

Kitreena: But how are you going to get another baby then?

Mommy: Maybe I don’t want another baby.

Kitreena: Mommy, please?

Mommy: It’s not as easy as getting a fish at the market you know. Besides, who would want to be my husband.

Kitreena: *smiles very widely*

Mommy: Oh come on now baby, it’s bedtime. Good night! *tries not to smile*

Kitreena: But Mommm, I really do want a baby sister. *pouts*

Mommy: I’ll go fishing tomorrow then. Good night Monchhh!

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