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Tokyu Drift

July 16, 2010 by Enida

Let’s see how many sushi-eating people can understand this Facebook conversation I had with my sisters in the high-Japanese language called Kata-Takku-Hiraugana.
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KaCher:
Moshi-moshi! Genki des ka?

Enida:
Watashi wa genki des. Anatawa? Tsudaku brekufast todaiwa des ka? Watashino brekufast ishi kamingo anohito in shi hours. Ngeeeeee!

KaCher:
Ii des ne. Watashimo genki des. Keku ne mada tabe mas, puasa des yo.

Enida:
So des ka? Suka ne! Anatano koibito yo puasa oso des ka? Sahuri ka iyyek ka tadi ne? Watashiwa imajin ni yo panat habishi ichi hari nga eto bubuka puasa des yo! Haru ko!

Enida:
Sumi masen, iyyek ‘panat’. ‘Panatsu’ ne! Sumi masen, sumi masen.

Enida:
Chakuri Parasu no bubuka puasa todaiwa des ka? Chengi’ Madam Kwan-no Nasi Bojari oishi tabe mashta hari to ka?

Petto:
Watashiwa peko peko des. 😦

KaCher:
*Enida San, Madam Kwan’s damei des ne, iyyek, oishi sen desh ta. Chengi’ mamak wa iki des hehe. Anatawa doshte taihen panatsu des ka?

*Petto San, peko-pekoooo des ne? Long time wa never hear oledi des. 🙂 Todaiwa got PT des, uwaaaaa!

Enida:
KaCher San, watashiwa tsuda waraninji to anata. Et to, Madam Kwan-no tabe… dame des yo! Amboishi ye! Watashiwa taihen panatsu da wei-tinjio wa iki Mareisha des. Keku taihen teiru-ja e homisiku, watashi ratsu mo nan-jisi yo. Tiketto boto tsuda ne. Keku kenotowa ribiru ono hiru Fesubuki. Nan ite yo sms. Kenoto wei-tinjio to seiyo “Tadaimaaaaa!”

KaCher:
Watashiwa wakari mashtaaaa. 🙂 Woohoo! Et to…haiyaku kamu bekku yo.

Ainiru:
Ohayooooooo!!! Anoooo… watashino nihon go wa, barabuku des. Watashi wa ima in Kuantan des. Tabemashta brekufastu in Gambang aru en aru (R&R). Tottemo oisshiii nasiku remaku! Enida San.. amboishi? Muahahahaaa. Tottemo kawaiii ne!

Enida:
Ihi ihi ihi ihi watashino susitaru! Tottemo suka ne!

*KaCher San, mada sabaru mo kamu bekku. Dipuresu tsuda ne. Keku pa-kinjio marasu mo bu watte yo. Watashiwa stressu des, pimpuru ono watashino muka ne! Taihen dame des!

*Ainiru San, nasiku remaku Gambang-te kudasai! Oishiiii! Homisiku tsuda ne ragi mo tsobutto des ka? Amboishi yo! Ihi ihi ihi ihi (hoishi mashta soporuteo Rin Hanikoma).

KaCher:
Ainiru San, watashino nihon go mo karamu kobutto ne hehe. Et to Enida San no nihon go wa, tottemo muzukashi des ne. Damei damei sher!

Enida:
Tottemo da esoki?

KaCher:
Sumi masen Enida San…Nan ni?

Enida:
KaCher San, tottemo daisuki, mada da esoki. Dorae mo emm!

KaCher:
Muahaha! Anatawa taihen karakaru des ne!

Enida:
Ang ang ang…

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Bertemu

July 15, 2010 by Enida

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Tuan alun saya tarikan,
peramu anduh bersapa bahu;
Tuan mohon saya berikan,
bertemu jodoh siapa tahu.

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Lekin

July 15, 2010 by Enida

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Mujhe jaana padega,
aap ko jaana hogaa.
Magar… kabhi alvida naa kehna.

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Backpoking

July 15, 2010 by Enida

Within the next few paragraphs, I am going to sound annoyed. And I am going to be very blunt. If you feel poked, great! Maybe the paragraphs are for you. If you feel that you are wrongly accused, go ahead and sulk. See if I entertain moronity.

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Number one, I like questions but I don’t like them being asked because the questioner is too lazy to look up the answers before asking. I may not have quarter of all the answers laying around in the world. But I, Questa è Enida, at the very least, know where to find them. And most of all, I want to find them first!

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I don’t speak or write Chinese. That’s a fact. So when I get curious of Jonah Ong’s Facebook status in Mandarin, I copy, paste and translate using Yahoo! Babel text translator. One example.

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And then if I am not sure if Dubrovnik is the capital of Croatia or Lithuania, I can always Google it with a Giggle. Another example.  So now you see why it is very challenging for me to comprehend why you have to ask me where Cha’ah is!

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Number two, I appreciate friendship as it is, at any levels. You can be my best friend, my close friend, my teman-tapi-mesra friend, my kawan-biasa-biasa-sahaja friend, or remain my Facebook friend. If we were back in the 70’s or early 80’s, our closeness might have upgraded you to be my Abang Angkat, Kakak Angkat, Adik Angkat, Pak Menakan Angkat or Maktok Angkat.

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But let’s face it. I don’t have time to go through the adoption process to angkat you anywhere okay. The year now is 2010 in case you haven’t noticed and in case you have missed your make-believe shinkansen. I either keep you on my Friends List, or I remove you. Simply.

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I do understand closeness, intimacy, comfort or whatever you name it between two people in friendship. But you really don’t need to be afraid of my judgement. I don’t give it a dime. You might be the best of friends, holding hands, pecking each other on the neck when you think nobody is looking. But honestly, you don’t need a certificate to prove that you’re not screwing each other.

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So the term Adik Angkat, Abang Angkat, and Girlfriend Angkat are really not necessary in this new millenium. Not that I want to know what is going on between friends behind closed doors either. I am a big girl (trying to look small). I am not that naive lah, por favor.

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Number three, I am very comfortable being Enida under my proverbial Moscavado Sugar skin. At times I may come across as that hot beechy girl from the hottest hell rambling endlessly about grammar, spelling, hurt and pain of parenting children and men. But for all you know I have my own bills to pay too. Who says it is easy being brown on a blonde’s land?

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Just like you, I have stories to tell. Just like you, I hope my books will sell. Now if you could just quit asking me why I deleted you from my Facebook Friends List, I might be able to finish packing. And that is if I could remember what else to pack on my back other than me two Monchies.

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Uh, excuse me. Where am I going again?

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Kalau

July 12, 2010 by Enida

Enida berpantun…

Akar selasih rapuh di peti,
kalau kaduk mana pucuknya?
Biar kekasih berjauh hati,
kalau rajuk mana pujuknya?

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Siri Bercakap Dengan Edrick XV

July 12, 2010 by Enida

We just came home from a 4-hour walk at the Moscow State Tretyakov Art Gallery, plus a 2-hour walk at Aliya Perusa. I went to sit beside my son who was about to browse through the TV channels.

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Mommy: Ohhhh I’m tired. Can I sit by you and die please?

Edrick: No Mom! You can’t die! You’re not 100 years old yet.

Mommy: Yeaaaah but I don’t have to be 100 to die.

Edrick: But you’re not 100% yet.

Mommy: You’re right. I can’t die now. *goes ahead and dies in her son’s arms anyway*

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Take My Hand

July 10, 2010 by Enida

I am braving the pain.

I have cried, but it only hurt my eyes and my face. For my voice had fallen on deaf ears and my love had reached a dead heart.

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For everything that is no longer here…
He will lead me away from my fear.

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In-Enida Series: Disclose

July 8, 2010 by Enida

When I make my own coffee every morning, noon and night, whether using the Nespresso machine or just having Nescafe Gold, I make sure to scoop sugar into my coffee mug first. Call me superstitious, it won’t hurt my feelings. But I always believe in order and the logicality of order.

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Scooping something sweet into the mug first, I believe, is like putting positive thoughts and aura into your day first and foremost. So when bitterness – as in coffee – comes in, it symbolically falls onto my cushion of positivities.

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But of course this order and logic does not apply to those who take their coffee black. I don’t. Coffee for me is always with 2 cubes or 2 teaspoonfuls of sugar and a 2% creamer.

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And never, ever, do I make coffee by pouring hot water into the mug first! That is a coffee-making sacrilege! Scooping sugar or instant coffee with a wet spoon is also considered a crime in my house. I have seen  way too many coffee granules contaminating jars of sugar in my life. I’ve made a vow to not commit such sin in my kingdom.

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But of late, I have been having an affair with those 3-in-1 Nescafe Gold in sachets. And although this instant drink is regarded by coffee-lovers as a disgrace to  ‘real coffee’, I do not deny that it is humbly delicious. Therefore, I, Questa è Enida, unashamedly disclose and unabashedly confess that I have sinned and I am going down.

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To earth.

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On The Road Again

July 8, 2010 by Enida

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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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Jangan Ku Digoda

July 8, 2010 by Enida

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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