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If you really have to know why I love you, read on.
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I love you because it is not easy.
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If you can’t read beyond that, there is no point of me writing on.
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He brought in the five filled bottles – each weighing 20kg – almost effortlessly, while The Driver just sat in the water truck writing the bill. Okay, it’s fair, I guess. But when I asked The Driver about the previous bill and he answered…
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“Oh the bill is with that BANGLA,” motioning with his mouth pointing at The Water Guy.
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… I looked at The Driver with disgust. And when I found the Bangla helpfully trying to turn my water dispenser on after replacing the water bottle, I knew who had the biggest heart among us all.
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Enida: Thank you for putting the bottle on, uh… what’s your name?
The Water Guy: Ammal, ma’am.
Enida: Thanks Ammal. That’s a big help for me.
Ammal: You’re welcome, ma’am.
Enida: What’s The Driver’s name?
Ammal: Eji, ma’am.
Enida: Eji? Like A and G?
Ammal: No ma’am, HAJI ma’am. Makkah pigi eji, ma’am.
Enida: Dia tak tau ke nama you Ammal? Kenapa panggil you Bangla, Bangla?
Ammal: Besa lah ma’am orang sini tada suka Bangla.
Enida: Don’t worry, Ammal. Orang tak suka it’s ok. You buat kerja baik, Tuhan suka. Cukup.
Ammal: Yes ma’am, batul ma’am. Thank you ma’am.
Enida: Suruh itu Eji pigi eji lagi. Tobat. Mulut tada baik. Hati kena cuci sana Makkah punya pasir. Haihhh!
Ammal: Wokey ma’am. *chuckles*
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Ammal left my Mesra home walking with his head held higher than when he first walked in.
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I’m curious now.
If I ask you to describe Enida in just one word, what would your word be?
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I understand. Those who have not yet met me in person might want to reserve their description until they meet me in person. But really, what is the impression – limited to only ONE word – you are under, now that you have read me, or now that you are reading this Questa è Enida?
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Do you read me?
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Belated it was, the Thanksgiving Dinner, for me and Monchies. But we did it. We sat at the table at dinnertime, said our grace and gave our thanks.
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Kitreena: I am thankful that we are not poor. And we are not rich. We’re medium. I am thankful for all the good food. That we are healthy. And I hope Daddy is safe and will come see us soon.
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Edrick: I am thankful for you, Mom, because you are happy today.
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Bibik: Bibik berterima kasih pada Tuhan, Bibik diam lagi sama Mommy, sama Kitreena, sama Edrick. Bibik happy.
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Enida: I am thankful to God for all that I have right here with me. All that I want, I have. Mmmm well, those who want to be here… I want them too. Hehehe. May God make us thankful not just today when we have it all, but when we don’t. Amen.
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Quietly I was thankful my Ayam Masak Kicap was a hit at the Thanksgiving Dinner.
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Posted in Makan-Makan, Sense | Tagged Thanksgiving | 2 Comments »
You can interpret these statements I heard this week the way you want to interpret them:
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- Pakai pun macam tak pakai. Kalau tarik atas sangat, nanti masuk celah.
- Yang malam tadi tu bau ini.
- Kalau besar sangat nanti tak cukup isi.
- Kak, kak! Akak punya tu terkeluar!
- Kalau kita gigit, kau rasa dia marah tak?
- Ingatkan suruh tengok, nak bagi.
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Sayang, nah ni.
Eh, what’s this?
Bukak la tengok.
Mmmm? Untuk minum petang ke ni?
Suka hati lah bila nak makan. Dessert pun boleh. Sayang kena rasa dulu.
Kalau rasa sekarang tak lah dessert namanya. Jadi appetizer.
Cuba rasa dulu.
Okay okayyy. Tapi bang, sejak bila kita berdessert-dessert at lunch ni?
Sejak Ida suka sangat chef Hilton tu punya Sago Gula Melaka. Ida ingat Kak Eton kat cafe office Abang tu tak pandai buat ke?
Aiiiikkk, Kak Eton mana pernah ada Sago Gula Melaka dalam menu cafe dia.
Cuba rasa dulu boleh tak, jangan banyak soal.
Hmmmm…
*angkat kening bertanya sedap tidak*
Mmmm sedap ni!
Haaaa tau takpe. Mana lagi sedap dengan chef Hilton punya?
Hehehehe, Ida rasa kan… hehehehe. Seriously lah kan… hehehehe. Sedap lagi orang yang bawak balik dessert secara tiba-tiba tu.
Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr! *purak-purak menggigit*
Awww, marah lagi ke sayang?
Tak dah. Abang dah ambik resipi dari Kak Eton. Weekend ni Abang buat.
Meeeeooowwwwww!
Posted in Abang, Humor | 1 Comment »
For if only you could see me now, you would move my hands away from my face, wipe the tears away from my eyes, and take the pain away from my heart.
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For if you could hold me in your arms tonight, your heart would break too. For me.
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Posted in Hurt, Mom | Tagged Life | 1 Comment »
Sayang…
Yerrr…
Abang ada soalan ni.
Tanyalah.
Kalau Abang kawin satu lagi Ida setuju tak?
Oh setuju sangat. Sila sila sila.
Hah? Biar benar Ida ni!
Benar lah ni. Kalau Abang kawin satu lagi, Abang kan nanti tak ada masa nak pegi riding. So superbike tu bagi Ida. Ida ada banyak masa nak pegi riding sebab masa tu dah tak payah gosok baju Abang, tak payah masak lunch and dinner. Balik jauh malam pun okay sebab tak payah urut kaki dan belakang Abang. Malah Ida pulak boleh pegi tidur dekat spa resort mana-mana bila dah penat merempit. Nak tidur malam dah tak payah nyanyikan Abang lagu. Ida boleh lenjan je Red Box, Green Box, Blue Box dan mana-mana pusat hiburan. Ida ni kalau practise betul-betul boleh bawak ke Albert Hall jugak ni kan bang? Paling tidak pun jadi penyanyi istana negeri sebab Tuanku dari dulu lagi dah cakap anytime Ida berminat, maklumkan saja pihak istana. And oh, CRV tu Ida simpan tau sebab amplifiers, speakers and the DVD player tu semua hasil titikpeluh Ida belai Abang, sayang Abang dan tak pernah miss buat facial massage tiap-tiap malam tidurkan Abang. Bila Abang kawin satu lagi dan lupakan Ida, boleh Ida ambik kelas violin pulak. Ida nak belajar menggesek dengan siapa kawan Abang yang chef Hilton yang pandai main violin tu bang? Sambil Ida gesek violin dia masakkan Ida Nasi Goreng Daging. Dessert dia Sago Gula Melaka yang Ida suka tu. Oh bestnya bang!
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Ehhh dah dah dah! Letak sini kaki Ida tu atas riba Abang. Abang urut! Ingat Abang tak sayang ke?
Haiiii? Abang kan tanya Ida soalan. Ida jawab lah.
Panjang sangat jawapan tu. Dah! Sila abaikan.
*nyanyi “…biarkan aku menjalin asmaraaaaa…” sambil tersenyum simpul*
Dah jangan nyanyi. Nanti sultan dengar!
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Posted in Abang, Humor | 12 Comments »
You know how it works with the mind, don’t you? That when we want something so much, so badly… we tell ourselves that we need it. And even after finding out that it isn’t really what we want or need, we tell ourselves we need to ‘finish’ it. We search for reasons. We make excuses.
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At the end of it all, we want to avoid saying, “We didn’t try.” So we keep pushing for the next level. Up or down. We keep hanging on. We keep climbing, saying it is the climb that matters. For whatever it is, we have this profound need in finding proof that it’s worth it. Worth finding. Worth trying. Worth keeping. Or worth letting go.
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And then we make up stories to tell none other than our gullible little self that we need to hurt in order to heal. Some of us hurt others. The rest of us hurt ourselves. We contain that pain as deeply as we want to contain joy. And we list down all the choices we made that have led us to the final chosen pain.
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More often than not we play the blame game. We lose, we lose. We win, we still lose. We’ll never put back the clock. Nor will we ever walk backwards pretending that we haven’t gone through what we have gone through.
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At the end of the day, it is the climb – and its hurdles, and its steepness, and the height, and the challenges, and the tears, and the sweat, and the blood. And everything else in between finding it and quitting it. Whatever it is.
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And whatever it is I look for… I actually find it everyday. It’s just a matter of keeping it.
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The faith.
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Posted in Sense | Tagged Lesson, Life | 1 Comment »
Kehadapan kamu itu yang saya ingati,
Apa yang ada ini semuanya sementara. Semua.
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Saya tak menanti esok. Seperti tidak saya menyesali semalam. Seperti jauh itu cumalah jarak. Seperti lama itu cumalah masa. Dan seperti cinta itu hanyalah tiada yang saya ada-adakan. Seperti kasih yang bukan sayang, dan sayang yang bukan cinta. Tak usahlah ada kata-kata. Sia-sia.
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Saya merasa. Cuma buat sementara ini, biarlah rasa itu dirangkum senyap. Saya tak berharap. Hidup kita hanya sekejap. Biarlah saya kembali kepada yang Maha Setia pada janji. Yang patuh pada kasih, menunggu malam dan siang saya dengan pelukan kalimah cintaNya itu. Satu.
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Seperti saya cium tangan kamu itu, dan seperti kamu kucup dahi saya ini… saya mohon permisi. Entahlah bila kembali. Saya hendak berlari jauh di pimpinan tanganNya. Lama.
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