This is not my way of saying goodbye. What I am leaving is not you. But memories. And all that I have dreamed of. For what we have shared has meant nothing. To you. To me, eventually.
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Gone is…
love and all its nonsense.
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Ini bukanlah caraku mengucapkan selamat tinggal. Yang aku tinggalkan bukan dirimu. Tapi kenangan. Dan semua yang aku angankan. Kerana sesungguhnya ini adalah satu perkongsian yang tak menguntungkan. Bagimu. Bagiku, nanti.
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Yang pergi itu…
adalah cinta dan semua kebodohannya.
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The latest lesson I learned…
Sesungguhnya hidup ini, kena ada ‘back up’.
Nah kau, tu dia.
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I am thanking Emila Yusof for this lesson.
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Abang still tak puas hati ni tau.
Eh, ada lagi?
Ida tak faham perasaan Abang.
Here we go agaiiiin.
Kalau semi-final, Abang maafkan. Ini final, sayang! Final!
Kan Ida kejut Abang dengan gamaknya?
Kan Abang dah pesan kejut Abang sampai bangun?
I did!
Dah tu macam mana Ida pulak boleh tidur sama?
Ida kejut Abang punyalah lama sampai dah nak masuk masa kecederaan tau! Mata Ida yang cedera!
Apasal Abang tak bangun ah? Sedap sangat tidur. Kalau bom jatuh pun Abang tak sedar agaknya.
Eh sedar. Sebab Ida akan kejut Abang cakap, “Bang bangun bang, ni ha ada bom jatuh tergolek sebijik kat tepi katil. Nak bangun ke tak?”
Macam tu ke Ida kejut Abang malam World Cup final tu?
Ha’ah.
Dah lah, Abang nak book ticket gi Brazil. Ida nak ikut tak?
Hehehehe. Nakkk!
Grrrr, gigit kang!
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It wasn’t very nice of me judging her too quick like that. Afterall, I am about to live a life similar to the one she has led for years. Bad Enida, bad Enida! Oh but she was talking about her friend’s penis! For penises’ sake, just because she doesn’t have one for her pleasure does not mean she should talk about it that way. Well, at least not that frequently.
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But then again, so what? Freedom of speech, Enida. Geeeeezzz! And just because you don’t talk about penis 24-7 does not mean you don’t think about it. Ohhh! Pleeeeease lah!
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Anyway, now that I have mentioned the word penis and got your attention, thanks to your sharp eyes… I have to tell you that it has become clear to me that many women in Malaysia are scared of being alone. Not all, not most. But many. Not many are contented staying single at any age whether they are virgin, have been holed by the proverbial squirrels, or at any point in time married to the squirrels who holed them or who wanted to.
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But that’s that. Many women are simply not happy with themselves being single. Oh yes I do know the loneliness, trust me. But what’s with the quest? Or maybe because I am surrounded by women who are happily single, I tend to not understand why a woman has to have a man. I may be alone, and sometimes lonely. But I am not looking for. I am just having a good time looking at.
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No, not at anybody’s penis either. Just at these single women on a serious quest for men.
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When I was staying in a single-room at uni, there was this quote on my softboard…
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“A woman without a man
is like a fish without a bicycle.”
~ Gloria Steinem
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Ladies and men, all gentle and non…
It is of no secret that I, Questa è Enida, has come back to Kuala Lumpur. And you actually are wondering for how long, aren’t you? Well, let’s wonder together then, as I cannot say it is for good. Neither can I tell you for sure that it is for the next three years. The truth is… I have no clue.
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What I do have are the answers to these questions:
- Enida, are you all right?
- Enida, are your Monchies with you?
- Enida, are you going to be here for a while?
- Enida, are you going to finish your book?
- Enida, are you setting up a business?
- Enida, are you going back to work here?
- Enida, can I phone you?
- Enida, would you like to go out for coffee or teh tarik some time?
- Enida, are you happy?
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Yes, you can ask me these questions when you call or when you write to me, if you are curious. Take your time. I am not going anywhere for a while. Not even back to Moscow.
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I would like to thank those who have asked me the above questions and more. Yes, my father has recovered from lungs and kidneys infection rather well and is now enjoying the sea breeze in Manjung. He seems to really like it there. Must be the military air around town that makes him feel nostalgically alive.
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Yes I really am back! And I am back for a while. A while, by definition, is longer than the summer holidays. And in my case, a while is longer than the summer and winter holidays put together.
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Call lah kalau tak percaya! 🙂
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Enida berpantun hati yang tiada…
Padi ku tampi bawah beranda,
padi selumbar bau cendana;
Hati ku sepi bawa bersenda,
hati ku hambar mau kemana?
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Enida baungkai kasiah bapantuan sa’donyo…
Lician ghuan maningkek aghi,
lician punai badarai mudah;
Cincian tuan lakek di jaghi,
cincian denai talarai sudah.
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Enida bangun berpantun jam lima pagi…
Kalau pedu katakan pedu,
tidak paya tongkah perigi;
Kalau rindu katakan rindu,
tidak saya melangkah pergi.
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I can handle lies. What I cannot handle is liars trying to convince that their lies are the best truth around.
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C’mon lah.
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