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If I could ever ask anything from you… all I would ask is for you to take back all the hurtful things you said when love you had was no more for me. Only then would I ask Him to erase my memory of all the hurtful things you said when love you had was for someone else.
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And only then would I ask Him to restore my faith in love.
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Love?
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Whatever love is.
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“Ask. You shall be granted. But you shall be tested.”
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Kitreena saw the ‘Duit Raya’ (Ang Pow) envelopes I got from Dunkin Donuts the other day. Thinking that there was already money in them, she started this whole debate:
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Kitreena: Mom, the money in these envelopes… is it yours or Dunkin Donut’s?
Mom: There’s no money in there.
Kitreena: Ohh? I thought Dunkin Donut’s already put money in them.
Mom: Ishhh bertuah!
Kitreena: What do you mean ‘bertua’?
Mom: If they put money in those envelopes and gave it to us, why did we have to pay for the mini donuts? The donuts should’ve been free.
Kitreena: So you are going to put your money in the envelopes Mom?
Mom: Nope! I don’t believe in giving money to just anyone for no reason.
Kitreena: But it’s Hari Raya Mom?
Mom: So what? Money is money, Raya or not.
Kitreena: You can give people money because they come to our house on Hari Raya.
Mom: They don’t have to be paid to come. The only people I pay for coming to my house are the pizza guys, Monch. If I really want to give away money, I go to people who need help. I don’t just give it to people who come begging or hoping for money.
Kitreena: But the money can be like a ‘thank you’.
Mom: But I can just say it with a smile.
Kitreena: Yeah, but… they can take the money and save it.
Mom: Yeah, if they save it. If they use it to buy silly toys?
Kitreena: Oh yeaaaah.You never give me money on Raya either.
Mom: Because I save it for your schooling. And instead of giving money on Hari Raya to kids who have enough of everything, I can save the money to buy food for the orphans, you know.
Kitreena: So what are you going to put in the envelopes Mom?
Mom: Uh… donuts?
Kitreena: Mommmmm! *giggles and roles her eyes to her mommy’s silliness*
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Posted in Culture, Monchies, Sense | Tagged Parenting | 6 Comments »
Tonight I accidentally re-opened a picture of a child’s handwriting sent by a good friend of mine. It is of his six-year old son who made a checklist of what he did when the dad was away the one particular night. The boy calls his dad ‘Baba’ and calls himself ‘Abang’ in his checklist.
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- Nengok cerita alia.
- Main game PS2 dengan main PSP.
- Main mainan.
- Bila Baba pergi mana-mana Abang nengok katun.
- Tidur pukul 10.
- Bangun sahur pukul 5.
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And at the end of every item, he drew a small checkbox. Only the first two items were checked, though. I wonder if Abang fell asleep at 9pm. But I actually have one important question to Baba… if he is reading:
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Bila Baba pergi mana-mana, Abang nengok katun kan? Tapi bila Abang pergi mana-mana, Baba nengok apa ek?
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Hehe hehe hehe hehe hehe.
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I think Abang’s checklist and checkboxes are super cute. Cute lah bang, Aunty Nid suka.
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Much has been said about and on this Merdeka Day. Almost way too much. It has, like any other celebrations, become too commercialized for me to comprehend at times. When moderately and modestly done, nonetheless, this whole Merdeka event does bring tears to some eyes. Mine included.
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This Merdeka…I have no flag flying for the first time in the last few years. My Jalur Gemilang is still in the shipment, finding its way to St. Petersburg Port. And I have no idea when it is going to make its gemilang sailing towards Port Klang. But I am here. Dengan gilang-gemilang. Dan dengan hati yang merdeka. Saya di sini. I am home. And that’s all that matters this Merdeka.
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So today, in the spirit of Independence… I am taking my precious Malaysian Canadian children to Banting in the hope to see a little bit of some real kampung that I have not seen before. Who knows, maybe this is a prelude to our next Kampung Adventure Gear comes Raya. (I know for sure we will be in Cha’ah for Deepavali.)
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And while I follow my Garmin GPS to pick up my rider buddy, Ida Biker in Cheeding – no kidding and no cheating here – I am going to have some serious thoughts on Merdeka. Maybe I can come up with quotes like:
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- “To free a nation, free the people from dirty toilets.”
- “An independent nation is a nation who uses the public toilet just like their own private toilet.”
- “Bukti kemerdekaan terletak pada kebersihan minda dan tandas kita.”
- “Merdekakanlah minda kita dengan memerdekakan tandas kita dari jajahan kekotoran.”
- “Tandas anda mencerminkan kemerdekaan minda anda.”
- “Negara telah mengambil masa 53 tahun untuk membersihkan minda kita. Tetapi tandas kita tidak turut serta. Serang!”
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Well, you see… I have my own Merdeka Mission for next year already! The clue is : Education, Education, Education!
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Posted in Culture, Sense, Travel | Tagged Merdeka | 2 Comments »
He was increasingly naughty yesterday, getting himself into one trouble after another. So when he got a time-out and a ‘loving’ little spanking from Mommy, he just could not stop crying. And equally as frustrated, I just sat there looking at Edrick crying that ugly cry he always successfully does to annoy anyone looking.
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“Mommy, could you squeeze the naughtiness out of me please?”
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Which I did. And which miraculously cured him.
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Come to think of it… I have this lingering sadness hanging from my heart and down from my eyelids that just doesn’t want to go away. It has been days. One after another. But I have not been able to squeeze the sadness out of me.
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Should I go looking for that one little squeeze to squeeze this sadness out of Enida?
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Posted in Sense | Tagged Sadness | 2 Comments »
Aku sayang padamu
dengan caraku.
Terlebih
tapi tak cukup.
Termampu
tapi tak sanggup.
Luka lama
kubawa berlari.
Sejauh ini
sejauh hati.
Patah tumbuh
hilang berganti.
Ganti.
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Jarah bukan jati pun bukan,
Rama-rama di dahan meranti;
Marah bukan benci pun bukan,
Sama-sama menahan hati.
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And the pain comes from the depth of my understanding…
bahawa aku hanya mampu menjadi diriku.
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Posted in Hurt | Tagged Love | 2 Comments »
It has nothing to do with my ego, but I don’t say sorry unless I mean it. From as simple as saying sorry when I accidentally hit something or someone, to saying sorry when I hurt somebody’s feelings. I say sorry when I mean it. Only.
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So when she said sorry because she couldn’t speak English in front of an English-speaking audience who was going to potentially make donation to the orphanage she was representing… I felt awfully sorry for myself for not knowing her much sooner. I could have given her a mini course on Public Speaking and Communication, or some translation service… courtesy of Enida Consultancy & Services.
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But then, she could have asked for help if she had done her homework. Afterall there were Bahasa-and-English-speaking committee members who could have translated her speech. She could have done it in both languages. The expat donors could have paid more attention and be more enthusiastic about where their money was going.
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The other thing I was sorry about was when she had to apologize for what the orphanage didn’t have, for the condition of the orphans and for everything else that was no fault of hers!
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“Saya mintak maaf lah atas semua yang serba kekurangan dari pihak Rumah Anak Yatim XYZ ini.”
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Well, logically, if the orphanage had everything it needed, nobody would have organized such charity event, would’ve they? But that’s beside the point! I simply think people apologize and say sorry when they don’t know what else to say.
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Yes, humility is my number one policy. That was why it was almost embarrassing when my name was mentioned as the contributor who rounded the collection that night to the seventh grand of Ringgit.
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Even that is beside the point. Just imagine this:
“Saya minta maaf kepada tuan-tuan, puan-puan, saudara-saudari yang membaca Questa e Enida, kerana saya tidak memiliki kereta BMW di usia saya yang menjangkau 50-an ini. Saya juga tidak berkerjaya hebat dengan syarikat minyak dari Belanda, jadi maafkanlah saya yang berada dalam keadaan yang serba kekurangan ini.”
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I sound almost ungrateful if I am adamant on counting what I am not yet blessed with, don’t I? Uh am I exaggerating it, or do I actually have a point here?
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Well, whatever it is that is beside the point… I am not sorry for not sleeping at all the last 25 hours. I am especially NOT sorry for having two happy and healthy Monchies who are very interested in visiting orphanages to hear about ‘babies being put in a basket and left on the doorstep’ stories.
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Postlude:
Dan saya tidak merasa sedikit pun kekesalan di malam itu apabila berada di dalam dewan yang sama dengan Mrs. X (Mrs. Shower Cap). Malah saya berasa sangat terharu akan diri saya yang sudah tidak merasa apa-apa pun apabila memandang beliau yang nampaknya dikurniakan kesihatan yang agak berlapis-lapis.
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Posted in Grammaticalizationism, Sense | Tagged Bahasa | 4 Comments »
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