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Renjis-Renjis

July 8, 2010 by Enida

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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All That

July 4, 2010 by Enida

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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Over Here

July 3, 2010 by Enida

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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Siri Bercakap Dengan Edrick XIV

July 2, 2010 by Enida

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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The Readers

July 2, 2010 by Enida

Salam Mesra, thank you and big hugs from Moscow to my dear readers in…

  • Aachen, Nordrhein-Westfalen, Germany
  • Alliance, Ohio
  • Amstelveen, Netherlands
  • Ampang
  • Bandar Melaka
  • Bangi
  • Banting
  • Basildon, Essex, UK
  • Brunei
  • Bukit Mertajam
  • Butterworth
  • Caernarfon, Gwynedd, UK
  • Charlottesville, Virginia
  • Dublin, Ireland
  • 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
  • Klang
  • Kota Kinabalu
  • Kuala Lumpur
  • Kuantan
  • Kuching
  • Makati, Manila, The Philippines
  • Newcastle Upon Tyne, UK
  • Nilai
  • Northridge, California
  • Ottawa, Ontario, Canada
  • 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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In-Enida Series: Dismiss

July 2, 2010 by Enida

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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Sandaran Hati

July 1, 2010 by Enida

“… sesungguhnya Tuanku itu
tempat hati berpaut.
Tuanku itu jugalah
tempat luka berparut…”

Ampun Tuanku
patik mohon kasih.

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The Last Laugh

July 1, 2010 by Enida

Whatever feelings I have, hatred has no place in me. I don’t hate. Especially you. Because you, just like hatred, have no place in my heart. You’re not worth it. Not a thing. For something cheap – cheaper than a shower cap – you are not even worth my hatred.

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My feelings are my choice. You can’t make me feel what I choose to feel. You  are not the reason for my feeling the way I am feeling. You are too small and insignificant. You are a joke you make and you are a joke you play upon yourself.

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And now, who’s laughing?

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In-Enida Series: Disorganize

July 1, 2010 by Enida

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The picture above is of a note I found in my organizer, from 2008’s daily schedule. This was one of Kitreena’s weekly presentation projects at the Australian International School. That weekend, for action, I was to help her come up with a chart. One side is to be pasted with pictures of our ‘Needs’ (shelter, clothes, food) and the other with ‘Wants’ (Barbie dolls, vacation in Disneyland, and Tumblebug games on iPod!)

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Well, though I would like to classify myself as an organized person, and has to proudly march around and be seen with a reasonable-looking leather organizer, I can be quite disorganized. (Leather, in Enida’s definition can range between Firenze calf and PRC man-made, okay? No fuss, so hush!)

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So the other day when I had a two-hour session with Dr. Love, I paraded in with this 2003-organizer anticipating two hours of sketching my feet or the doctor’s 4-inch high heels. Well, I didn’t get to sketch anything except this:

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Yeah, a three-legged table or stool, and a pencil? If I were the psychologist analyzing myself and coming up with a diagnosis through this sketch…

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I would tell Enida that her pencil is too short to use now. Go get a new one. A mechanical one, preferably. It is more practical. And hey Enida, your table doesn’t even look like a table. How can the top be 3-D but the legs are 2-D? They are not made of cardboards are they, them legs? Go get yourself a real table, a stool, a box, or… a life. Or something!

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Or a three-legged man, for a change.

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Lah Biaso

July 1, 2010 by Enida

Anak urang Sabu Andaleh,
singgah karumah si Sutan Mudo;
Bia abih bialah tandeh,
hati den kanai kabaa juo.

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Urang Padang mandi ka gurun,
mandi basiram bungo lado;
Hari patang matoari turun,
dagang baurai aia mato.

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Nan bak pasan mandeh denai ko… “Usah takuik jo ombak gadang. Riak nan tanang lai kan mambaok karam. Bia lah luko dek sembilu, cegak di ubek nan jo piladang. Kato malereng bisonyo tajam.”

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Lah biaso tatusuak duri, lah lamo bagadang ati, kok kunun lah jauh badagang diri. Samantang pun baitu, lah pai mandeh basuo nan Kuaso, denai ko kanang jo pasan mandeh. Cukuik sadonyo mangubek sansai badan, buek palapeh ati. Bia ruruik manangguangkan, paubek sakik mambuang sadu. Sampai basuo lai, mandeh. Lah biaso manahan tangih.

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*Adat urang maminjam jo manyabuik tando batimo kasiah, sungguah pun sakada pantun. Mangko pantun nan duo rangkap datangnyo dari ma lai jikok indak dari lagu lamo.

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