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September 29, 2010 by Enida

I remember what Chuari Selamat once or twice quoted in the year 1989…

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“Sesungguhnya hidup ini banyak soalan, kurang jawapan.”

“Verily, life has more questions than answers.”

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And what he quoted made me think of questions I had been asking myself. I still wander around on earth these days wondering. However, I must be honest, I don’t go looking for answers.

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Of all the life mysteries I have not been trying to solve, what came to my mind this morning was pubic hair. Yes pubic hair. Pubic hair. P.u.b.i.c. That’s correct. No, not public. You’re reading glass is fine. And so is your mind. And save that rolling eyes activities until you’re done with this post, ya?

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So what if I let myself wander around on earth these days wondering about something as exotic and private as pubic hair. If you are old enough to read this Quesa e Enida blog, you’re old enough to be hairy down there. Geezzzz, grow up! Or grow some hair down there, will ya? 🙂

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The question is, why is our pubic hair curly no matter how straight the hair on our head is? Don’t you ever ask yourself that question? I must admit that I have only a couple of theories:

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Sunshine
Because our pubic hair does not get any sun, the growth is somehow distorted. The distortion might have been caused by the lack of Vitamin D in the sun. But then, if the pubic hair is like our hair on the head, a Curly Sue  wouldn’t have to go to a salon to get her hair straightened, eh?
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Space
Pubic hair almost always spends its time growing in a ‘wrap’ (underware or all sorts of material) and even in air-tight ‘container’ in some cases. The lack of space  might have contributed to the curl factor. You know how things curl up in tight spaces.

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Well, that’s about it with unanswered and unanswerable questions on pubic hair. If I have more questions and theories on pubic hair, I might just go do a research and then write a book on it, for public’s sake. Kan?

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For more factual reading, please visit: Wiki Wiki Eh Eh. And for another pubic-related post, visit Public Interest.

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The Way It Hurts

September 27, 2010 by Enida

The car stereo was going a tad too loud, the traffic was going a hundred tads too slow, my mind was running a million tads too fast and Kitreena was speaking in a voice a thousand tads too soft. The moment I turned to look at her in the back seat she was already in tears.

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What did I forget, Monch?

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But my gentle-hearted Monchy was a tad too frustrated to repeat herself. I turned the Red FM off despite dying to finish listening to that depressingly negative “…but it’s alright because I like the way it hurts…” song.

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Come on baby, could you say that again please? Did I leave something at home? What did I forget? Come on sayang. I am listening now…

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My hugs, Maaaaa!

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Ohhhh tedahhh! Sayang Mommy. Mujhe maaff karte, Booty.

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My tears came rolling down a million tads faster than the traffic on Jalan Ampang.

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To beat the morning rush and stay ahead of time, Monchies and I have made an agreement to exchange our hugs at home, before taking off for school. And because dropping them off now is just a drive-by – they are escorted from the car to the gate – I don’t have to leave my steering wheel. Hence, no hugging smooching Iloveyou-ing seeyouattwoo’clocking scenes at school anymore. But today we missed our hugging session at home. (We hugged and kissed in the car, though.)

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That’s it! I am waking up earlier tomorrow.

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By and Bye

September 21, 2010 by Enida

Life is short.
On September 21st, 2008 I received an email from the love of my life that was about to change my north to south. Two years, some 8157km back and forth, 18kg and a few thousands of gray hair later, it did. The email did change my life’s direction. The love of my life left. And so did love.

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Life remains short.
And so I would like to still keep it simple. Keep it real. Since love has left, I shall move on, so the shortness of life is not shortened even more. It’s 2 o’clock in the morning. I am going to bed without you. On my mind.

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Time won’t wait but it will tell.

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Siri Bercakap Dedek-Kaka III

September 18, 2010 by Enida

Approaching the Jalan Duta toll plaza on our way to Rawang, I heard and then was dragged into this conversation between Monchies (that naturally turned into an argument and a commotion).

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Edrick: Kaka, I’m thirsty.

Kitreena: There’s your water bottle, there’s your water. Drink it then.

Edrick: But I already finished it.

Kitreena: You can have mine. *hands her water bottle to the brother*

Edrick: *drinks, chokes and coughs* Kitreena! Your water makes me choke!

Kitreena: No, it didn’t! You didn’t even say thank you! And now you’re saying my water makes you choke? Huhhh!

Edrick: Yes it did!

Kitreena: No it didn’t! You were drinking too fast. It went to the wrong pipe.

Edrick: But how many pipes do I have?

Kitreena: How many pipes do we have in our throat, Mom?

Mom: Two.

Kitreena: You mean, one for air and the other for water?

Mommy: Yes.

Kitreena: What about for solid food, Mom?

Mom: Goes to the same pipe where water goes, Monch.

Kitreena: There you go! Two pipes Edrick.

Edrick: But which pipe did the water go to?

Kitreena: It was ‘posed to go to your water and food pipe, but you were drinking too fast. It went to the air pipe.

Mommy’s GPS: “When possible, make a U-turn.”

Edrick: Mommy, can the water make a U-turn from my air pipe and go to the water pipe?

Mommy and Kitreena: Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!

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Even When Money Grows On Trees, I Will Still Ask Who Planted It

September 17, 2010 by Enida

…in my books, 11 years old girls are just too young to own a handphone…even if you have enough duit raya to buy one yourself…wait till you’re 21 ok…public phone got what?????…

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Nina, my dear Facebook Friend, put up a status that got me thinking today.

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My initial response was: “I told my Monchies, until they have a steady job to pay the monthly bill, they have no rights to ‘luxury’.”

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And then I got thinking, that as parents we always try to compensate for the very thing we cannot give our kids. Time. We buy them cellphones, for instance, with the excuse that in emergency situations they can call us easily. Or even in non-emergency situations, it enables us to communicate with our kids worry-free.

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But in any situation, do we really communicate with our children? Do we listen to them? The phone enables us to hear them, yes. But can they really talk to us, heart to heart, on the phone and off the phone? Do we take time to communicate with them?

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Also, as parents, every time we buy our kids something ‘big’, we justify the purchase with, “Oh when I was your age, my parents could not afford this. But now at YOUR age, I can. So I get it. So you get it.”

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But then again, I got thinking…what would our kids say to their kids? And the thought scared me as I realized that luxury can do a lot of damage to character building. How are we going to teach them to be humble when they are so used to having everything? And not just everything, but everything NICE.

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As cliche as it may sound, “If it is too easy, it never lasts.” my mother was right. And so I am sticking to my principle that, unless you earn it, you don’t deserve it.

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And that is also MY reason for not believing in this Duit Raya custom. I apologize if it offends those who take it as a charity. But I see it as a way of teaching our children to have unrealistic expectations. We do not give money for nothing, nor do we get money for ‘free’. Being a good person is not something that you get paid for. Well, not in this life anyway.

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Me Monchies have been asking why they are given money on Hari Raya. Other than saying that it is the culture of and custom for Hari Raya, I do tell them that it is a ‘donation’. Kitreena is happy to receive Duit Raya, but she has been asking, “Mom, I am not an orphan and I am not poor. But why do I get donation?” So I told her, that people just feel like ‘giving’. And like usual, she always has the last why.

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Anyway, the way I raise my Monchies, I want them to see that money is earned. That’s the reality for us adults, and that’s the way reality should be for children. Otherwise, I should expect Duit Raya from my family, friends, foes, and those Dunkin Donuts‘ cashiers at Ikano.

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Cili Potong Steam

September 16, 2010 by Enida

Ida, Abang lapor lah.

Hah? Lagi? Tidur time lah bang.

Apa ada kat dapur?

Macam-macam ada.

Dalam peti ais apa food ada?

Mmmm…Abang nak makan apa?

Abang nak nasik. Nasik apa yang ada sayang?

Hmmmmmm… nasik apa je yang tak ada. Nasik putih, nasik lemak, nasik ayam, nasik kerabu, nasik biriyani, nasik goreng cina, nasik goreng mamak, nasik goreng pattaya, nasik goreng petai, nasik…

Ehh chop choppp! Sayang, ni peti ais mana ni yang?

Peti ais kat mamak Bestari.

Hehehehe… tadi Abang tengok ada nasi goreng daging je.

Dah tu, lagi mau tanya. Yenna solla porenge la anney?

Sayang… Abang panaskan nasik. Ida buatkan cili potong in fish sauce please?

*buat-buat tidur*

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That Becomes Her

September 14, 2010 by Enida

Like always, I do have a lot to say. Diam itu tak mewakili fikiranku. But sometimes the thoughts don’t just become words. They become something else. They are the smiles and the tears, they are the songs and the silence. They move with me. Sometimes towards you. But mostly away. Far away from you.

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Semoga…

September 8, 2010 by Enida

Dengan rasa rendah hati dan penuh penghargaan, saya mengucapkan ribuan terima kasih bagi pihak Virgo Batik Resort, Lumut, kepada:

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  • Dzulfitri Yusoff,
  • Danial Jazmy Jamzuri
  • Amirudin Dunia
  • Imillya Irwani Roslan dan Syed Yaamin
  • Isma Zuriyya Ismail dan Mazli Abd Rahman
  • Hafiza Sanusi

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… diatas sumbangan ikhlas teman-teman saya ini menjayakan Majlis Berbuka Puasa bersama Warga Kompleks Manabi’ul Ulum, Madrasah Batu 10, Lekir, Perak, yang telah berlangsung dengan jayanya pada 5hb September 2010.

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Although you were not with us at Virgo Batik Resort that night, given the short notice and the long distance, I am happy to ‘report’ that your love was there among the smiling faces of Anak-Anak Yatim, Warga Emas dan Golongan Kurang Berkemampuan.

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Tak terganti penghargaan saya ini dengan sekadar ungkapan Terima Kasih. Doa saya semoga Tuhan memberkati usaha dan sumbangan kita. InsyaAllah.

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Jelir Lidah

September 5, 2010 by Enida

Ida…

Mmmm.

Sayang dah tidur ke tu?

Dah.

Aikkk? Boleh pulak menjawab?

Mulut Ida magic lah.

Mulut ke telinga yang magic ni?

Mulut.

Ha’ah Abang setuju. Sebab sayang tak bukak mata pun mulut still boleh berkata-kata kan?

*jelir lidah*

Hah, confirmed magic!

Hehehehehehehehe. Abang niiiihhh! Menciiii tau!

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Laksa Mana? (via Questa è Enida)

September 4, 2010 by Enida

Oleh kerana akak asek makan Laksa dua tiga ampat lima anam nam nam hari ni, akak teringat post berikut yang akak tulis suatu masa dahulu ketika akak bermastautin di Bukit Pokrovsky. Terasa telah jauh meninggalkan bukit tersebut.

Laksa Mana? Akak tengah menyingsing lengan cardigan akak yang berwarna merah hati ni haa seraya menahan hati tengah marah akibat kesabaran dan keimanan diuji di saat dan ketika ini! Memang pe’el dia betul lah budak-budak ni. Bila tipon berbunyik je, dia pun mula laaahhh ikut berbunyik sama. Padahal tadi tipon tu diam seribu bahasa, satu bunyik pun tak ada dalam rumah akak ni. Toksahkan sebatang jarum, malah sebijik zarah yang jatuh pun akak tak dengar. Haaa … Read More

via Questa è Enida

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