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Serah Kasih On Thanksgiving

October 12, 2010 by Enida

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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Apa Itu?

October 11, 2010 by Enida

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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Kalau Roboh Kota Melaka

October 9, 2010 by Enida

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!

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For You

October 7, 2010 by Enida

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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Cukuplah Sekali

October 5, 2010 by Enida

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 »

I’m Keeping It

October 4, 2010 by Enida

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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Seperti

October 4, 2010 by Enida

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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Legs Like That

October 3, 2010 by Enida

Monchies and I were waiting impatiently patiently in the CRaVy late Saturday afternoon for Bibik who ended up arriving five hours later, when we saw a man with one leg shorter than the other.

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Mommy: Do not stare please!

Kitreena: I’m not! I’m just… emmm… looking… secretly, Ma.

Mommy: That is soooo lah staring okay. He can see you looking at him like that!

Kitreena: But I’ll look away if he looks at me.

Mommy: Stop staring Monch! I mean it. It’s rude!

Kitreena: But… but…

Mommy: Okay you can look now. He’s walked past our car. Look and be thankful to God that you have a good body.

Kitreena: I am thankful. But it makes me sad. I’m sorry his legs are like that. It must be hard for him.

Mommy: Of course we feel sad. But don’t be sorry. He’s fine. He might not have good legs here in this life, Monch. But if he has a good heart, God will give him the most perfect legs in heaven.

Kitreena: But he won’t need perfect legs in heaven Ma.

Mommy: Hah? Why?

Kitreena: God will give him wings there.

Mommy: *is thankful to God that she already has a heaven in her car*

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We Are

October 1, 2010 by Enida

If we can’t be friends
and shouldn’t be enemies,
does it hurt less to be strangers
to each other?

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Look what love has reduced us to be.

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Sampai Merajuk

September 30, 2010 by Enida

Tiba-tiba terasa merajuk hati dengan dunia. I love my life, no question about it. But when so many things go wrong because they can go wrong, and I can’t say, “Don’t go wrong!”, it hurts my feelings. Merajuk betul hati saya.

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Bibik belum sampai. The delay has been a week! Saya kecewa, marah dan merajuk dengan Khalimah kerana tak tepati janji. Uangnya udah saya bayar penuh sebelum lebaran Buk. Gimana nih?

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Monchies semakin nakal. And I am too tired to speak gently. Tapi bila saya terpekik-pekik, saya tambah letih. Tekak pun sakit. Sia-sia. Saya merajuk dengan Monchies dan kepenatan saya sendiri.

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Shipment dari Moscow belum sampai dan kaki saya terasa lebih dari gatal untuk berlari. I am exhausted, but I know if I run… I get back the energy. Saya merajuk dengan Lancang Kuning belayar malam terlalu perlahan. Roar roarrr Rasputin!

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I had a loved one who didn’t love me enough to ask me to stay. So I left my loved one and I left love. I am now loveless. Saya merajuk dengan cinta dan dunia. Kerana cinta itu entah-entah tak pernah ada. Saya yang terlalu percaya. Bukankah hidup kita akhirnya harus bahagia? Bahagiakah saya? Ohh!

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Saya ada Facebook dan 285 orang kawan di sana. But I am getting so up-to-the-nose with those who claim to be my friends but ‘hog’ other friends of mine, tell me lies and act vulnerable for the reason known only to them. Terasa seperti hendak berkata, “Come on lah, you think I am desperate like you, izzit?” Saya merajuk dengan beberapa orang di Facebook yang so lah fake.

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And then, there’s another friend whom I have known for a while, out of nowhere asked me to only send her SMS’s if it is important because she’s a busy woman. And the deal is, she will give me a call if she receives a text message from me that she deems important. Hah? Begitu rupanya friendship kita? Mulalah rasa nak nyanyi lagu Adam Lambert nih! Saya merajuk dengan friendship begitu. Apakah?

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Kitreena doesn’t like the new school all that much. She feels that she is an ‘Either-Or’ and most of the time she is a ‘Neither-Nor’. Fitting-in is still a challenge. And the teachers are not as friendly and loving as those at Anglo-American school di Bukit Pokrovsky. Saya merajuk dengan sekolah Jalan Ampang itu kerana saya tahu anak saya bercakap benar tentang ini.

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Hari ini saya sakit kepala memikirkan dunia. Ya, dunia yang sama yang saya merajuk hati dengan. Mujurlah saya kelilingi diri saya dengan orang-orang yang betul-betul ikhlas menerima saya seperti:

  • my KaCher (for all the support. All!)
  • my Lil Sis (for worrying with me about Bibik and Romsiah)
  • my brothers (for washing my car, picking up my CRaVy’s spare keys, for looking for my slippers, for running my errands, for everything!)
  • Aunty Halimah and her daughter Noraini Rajudin (for the special Kuey Teow, Kue raya tapau and the two little kittens that have been named ‘Kitreena’ and ‘Edrick’)
  • Tuan Nor (for the admiration, the kebangsawanan, and the ‘Panas dingin hatiku, hanya Tuhan yang tahu’ saying!)
  • Ida Bakar (for the yummylicious Mee Kuah, Popiah and ‘The Sosilawaty Lawiya Last Trail Tour of Banting’ and Fish Tour in Kelanang)
  • Shareen Ameen-Fors (for the gift of new friendship together with her family, Noah, Bisha, Aunty and Uncle. Loved the python story! And dialysis has given me a new meaning and appreciation)
  • Lisa Lish Johari (for the positive outlook and support towards Enida Consultancy & Services. Brilliant ideas! What should we name our cafe?)
  • Rosmadewi Razali (for a cozy friendship, the throaty laughter and the restaurant bill that went up to RM3,000.00 in our imagination. What a hantu you make me!)
  • Chin Neoh (for the bahasa conversation yesterday and the Cantonese refreshers I am going to get this Friday morning while we gallivant di Tempat Biasa! You are my Jack Daniels on the rock, bebeh!)

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Haruskah saya terus merajuk dengan dunia?

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