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If happiness was the destination, I would sell my soul to be on the fastest way there. But I learned that happiness is the journey itself. I have to hit the road. And still it buys no souls.
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There is this song from my childhood that I can still recall. While I am not particularly sure of the original singer, I remember the unidentical twin sisters with long curly hair who called themselves The Queen or The Queens singing it with their beautiful manja voice. Well, I like anything and everything manja. So this song came naturally to my senses. Still does. Anybody knows this song?
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Jangan ku digoda
jangan aku kau rayu
bebaskan hatiku ini
dari rasa cintamu
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Berilah ku waktu
mencari kepastian
jalan yang penuh berliku
tak seindah impian
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Nanti di suatu masa
aku kembali sayang
ke pangkuanmu
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Akan aku dirikan
istana cinta murni
kasih dan sayang
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Janganlah kau ragu
jangan berhati bimbang
demi kebahagianmu
izinkan ku berjuang
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Date: January 25, 2010
Time: Between 0700 and 0800 hrs
Venue: Enida’s Kitchen
Speed: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8… 900 rpm and then 8 again
Direction: North-South-East-West-Up-Down-Back-Forth
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Whatever you call it, brain or mind, it is an amazing tool. I was amazed at myself this morning as I amazed myself when I caught me thinking so many thoughts within less than one hour. It must have been the sleep I had last night, though shorter than what I hoped, was one of the very high quality I have had lately. I woke up with an active mind ready with Plans A, B and C for any A, B and C circumstances.
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My routine Monday-to-Friday-hen-pecking-at-Kitreena session for some reason went in Bahasa Malaysia this morning. It started with her taking her own sweet time shampooing her hair ladidididily and applying the hair conditioner ladidadidaly. I don’t usually like those 2-1 shampoos, because really… how can a ‘detergent’ work with a softener when they are mixed together? But hey, in Kitreena’s case, if someone could come up with 6-1 shampoo, conditioner, body soap, body lotion, toothpaste and breakfast all in one bottle… I would gladly DHL 30 bottles every month with huge ‘For Personal Consumption ONLY’ stickers pasted all over the jumbo box!
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But seriously, she can take 15 minutes to get some toothpaste onto her toothbrush. Brushing would take her 35 seconds, and cleaning the toothbrush 5 minutes. By the time she picks up her hairbrush, it’s already nightfall!
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Ah well, you know me. It would take me 2 sentences to start exaggerating and to wander high and low, near and far wondering where my Dara Monchy got her dillydally-ing and ladidididiladidadida-ing talent.
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Oh, did I say I was hen-pecking at Kitreena in Bahasa? After making and packing her lunchbox, feeding her breakfast and feeding her brother breakfast, I had to brush Kitreena’s hair as she forgot to brush her hair after she brushed her teeth. And this is after doing it five days a week for so many months here, accumulated into so many years. She forgot to brush her hair?
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Naaahh, kan mama’ eh suda bilanggg! Sampek turun itu matahari menunggu tangan kawu ini mencapei sisir. Aaiiiihhh! Teda lah kedapatan. Di bilang eh ayo ayo, yang lagi ayo mama’ eh saurang. Yang lagi siap mama’ eh saurang. Mok ka skolah ndak? Sedari jam brapaaa tadi mama’ eh bilang. Masa eh lupa rambut di palak ndak disisirrr? Di eeeehhh!
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And there I was going at the speed of a waterjet, pockpecking at Kitreena with all my good intention and all in one breath. And to all that, she said… “What do you mean, Ma?” That’s it! My mistake! I should speak more Bahasa around here. Teach Bahasa to these Canadians in the house.
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I didn’t repeat myself, though. I had a good time bahasaing. I felt good. So good, I sent Kitreena to school with an extra-large smile.
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Ratu Kebaya Buzzy Bee 2006
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Ida…
Mmmm…
Daaaa…
Iyerrr, cakap je lah. Ida kan tengah concentrate ni.
Eleh, siang ikan bilis pun nak concentrate?
Okay, chober Abang siang?
Okay kay kay sayang. Concentrate concentrate.
Tau pun.
Hehehe, tapi telinga Ida boleh concentrate cerita Abang tak ni?
Test lah power, tengok.
Baek. Hmmm… cuba Ida teka siapa yang Abang jumpa on the way balik tadi.
Queen Elizabeth?
Adeke!
Dah tu, Abang suruh Ida teka. Ida teka lah.
Ye laaa, teka lah orang yang ada kat Malaysia niii. Try again.
Mak Enon?
Eh, Mak Enon dah arwah kan?
Ha’ah lama dah. Innalillah.
Kalau dah tak ada macam mana pulak Abang jumpaaa. Ida niiiihhh!
Tapi Mak Enon kan arwahnya kat Malaysia?
Ida niii. Dah lah, tak payah citer lah cenggini.
Ek eh, Abang merajuk ke?
Abang teruja tau nak citer kat Idaaa. Ida main-main je. Dah lah!
Abang tu pun, boleh tak citer je. Tak yah teka-teki.
Dah. Tak nak lah. Patah hati Abang.
Macam hati ikan bilis yang Ida patah-patahkan ni ke?
Hmmmmhh…
Alaa la la la. Okay kay kay. Abang citer, Ida dengar.
Esok lah Abang citer. Takde hati dah.
Oh sawang buyah hatiku. Marilah sayang, intan payung gunung meletup, ikan bilis patah hati.
Tak laku pujuk cenggitu.
Abang… saper merajuk kena siang ikan bilis tau.
Dah, bak sini balang tu.
Haaa?
Bak lah balang ikan bilis tu. Sinihhh.
Yaaayyy! Berjaya! Hehehehehee.
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Do you know the feeling of wanting something so much for so long that when you finally get it, you realize that you don’t want it anymore? The wanting keeps you going, the going keeps you holding on. And it is the getting that ends it all. You let go. Because you know, getting does not always mean having. There are things you can want, you can get, but you can never have.
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All that I want, I have. And I am all right.
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Just stay away.
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Please.
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Posted in Sense | Tagged Life | 1 Comment »
Before life is over, it will always have something for us to get over with. That much I can be sure of today, coming to think of it this morning.
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I got over with being a child, chubby and all whether I liked it or not, with no big damage. I’m still chubby and still working on getting a little less chubby, but my face is longer.
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Getting over with being a misunderstood girl all my teenage years and a decade or two later was a huge task, but I came out with no major injuries. Thanks to having a good mom, I did pretty good.
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Then before I knew it, I got over a bad relationship, hitting the rock bottom, staying there on my rock bottom for two years for all the wrong reasons. But for all the good lessons that came with it, I did come out a little wiser, I must say. I survived the pain, though they say much of it was self-chosen.
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The last ten years, however, were the years I never thought I had to get ‘over’ with. As the way it was in the beginning, there was no time limit set to it. But like I said so myself, life… before it’s over, will always have something for us to get over with.
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I will get over this and will get over there from over here.
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Soon.
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Posted in Sense | Tagged Life | 1 Comment »
He is always curious when I have something on the stove. And today when I was making the Mommy-is-running-out-of-idea dish that seems to work every time, the Donburi, he was right there in the kitchen. Dragging the IKEA stool to the cooker, ready to climb up and sit on the kitchen counter to see what’s cooking, he asked me to ask him for help.
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Edrick: Mommy, do you want me to help you count the eggs?
Mommy: Sure Monch. Why don’t you help me count the eggs.
Edrick: Don’t forget the magic word Mom.
Mommy: Pleeeeeeease!
Edrick: Now, that sure helps!
Mommy: Huh? *thinks she should seriously cut down some TV time for this boy, this TV-like lines are starting to annoy her*
Edrick: Wow, Mom! Where did aaallll these eggssss come frommm? There are one billion and fifty five eggsssss!
Mommy: One billion and fifty fiiiivvve? But I can only see ten there!
Edrick: Only ten here in this house Mom. All the other eggs are still in the shop. You just haven’t buyed them yet!
Mommy: Bought!
Edrick: You just haven’t bought them yet!
Mommy: But that’s too many. What am I going to do with one billion and fifty-five eggs?
Edrick: You don’t have to do anything. You just have to buy them, Mom.
Mommy: What am I going to pay them with, my bulu?
Edrick: Mommy, what’s boo loo?
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Glossary for Neil and Mr. Hugo Boss:
bulu = hair (on body parts except for the head which is called rambut)
bulu kening = eyebrow
bulu mata = eyelash
bulu roma = body hair (usually referred to vellus hair)
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Posted in Monchies | Tagged Parenting | 3 Comments »
Salam Mesra, thank you and big hugs from Moscow to my dear readers in…
- Aachen, Nordrhein-Westfalen, Germany
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- Amstelveen, Netherlands
- Ampang
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- Bangi
- Banting
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- Brunei
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- Butterworth
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- Fairfax, Virginia
- Fort Mill, South Carolina
- Frankfurt Am Main, Hessen, Germany
- Fredericton, New Brunswick, Canada
- Gainesville, Georgia
- Großheppach, Baden-Wurttemberg, Germany
- Groningen, Netherlands
- Houston, Texas
- Ipoh
- Islamabad, Pakistan
- Jakarta, Indonesia
- Jitra
- Johor Bahru
- Kajang
- Kathmandu, Nepal
- Kemaman
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- Kuala Lumpur
- Kuantan
- Kuching
- Makati, Manila, The Philippines
- Newcastle Upon Tyne, UK
- Nilai
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- Pantai Remis
- Pasir Mas
- Penang
- Perth, Australia
- Petaling Jaya
- Phnom Penh, Cambodia
- Plano, Texas
- Puchong
- Rochester, New York
- Rugby, Warwickshire, UK
- San Francisco, California
- San Juan, Batangas, The Philippines
- Santa Monica, California
- Seremban
- Seri Kembangan
- Shah Alam
- Sharjah Ash Shariqah, UAE
- Singapore
- Spring, Texas
- Stasovoy, Moscow
- Sungai Petani
- Sydney, Australia
- Taipei
- Taiping
- Trolak
- Umea Vasterbottens Lan, Sweden
- Valdosta, Georgia
- Wangsamaju
- Wellington, New Zealand
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Those in places I did not mention, write to me and complain, please? 🙂
I might come and visit you to deliver the hugs in person.
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*Credit to TraceMyIP.com for making it possible for me to know where I am read from.
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Posted in Write On | Tagged Thoughtful | 9 Comments »
Yes, it is. It is the little things about me that make me me. Otherwise you would probably confuse me for Enida Bezhani, or Enida Turkeshi, or Enida Tunweth Itaibuwa. They are Enida in their own ways too. I am made of the things I like, I dislike, I organize and I disorganize, I miss and dismiss.
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The thing I miss most these days is going to the beach. Moscow is at least 750km away from the nearest coastline in the north. So the nearest ‘beachy’ attractions would be either St. Petersburg (on the Baltic Sea) or Arkhangelsk (on the Barents Sea). Even though I am not particularly fond of the heat, the brightness, the sweat and tan… I love the orange view of the sunset.
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Last I was on a beach was May 19th this year. But I was busy talking about a missed opportunity in the past, that I missed the sunset of Teluk Batik. So now I am going to dismiss it and am planning to go again soon. With someone else. Someone who belongs in the present.
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Posted in Inside Enida | Tagged Me | 1 Comment »
“… sesungguhnya Tuanku itu
tempat hati berpaut.
Tuanku itu jugalah
tempat luka berparut…”
Ampun Tuanku
patik mohon kasih.
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