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Siri Bercakap Dedek-Kaka II

April 29, 2010 by Enida

Kitreena lost her lunch box on Monday. It was a breaking news in our house, as one does not lose one’s lunch box or it will be the talk of the century. Kitreena is only in Grade One and this is her second lunch box lost.

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Edrick: How come you lost your lunch box, Kaka?

Kitreena: I didn’t lose it. I just couldn’t see it in my locker at school.

Edrick: But you didn’t bring it home. So you lost it.

Kitreena: Oh stop teasing me. Someday you will lose your lunch box too!

Edrick: No I won’t!

Kitreena: Yes you will. I just know it!

Edrick: No I won’t!

Kitreena: Yes you will. We’ll see!

Edrick: No I won’t. We’ll see!

Kitreena: Yes you will.

Mommy: Ehhhh sudahhh! Siapa yang ilang lunch box agik, kelak kubungkus lunch nya with daun pisang, understand? (Who loses the lunch box next will have his/her lunch wrapped with banana leaf, understand?) *will have to find banana seeds asap*

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Siri Bercakap Dengan Edrick VIII

April 29, 2010 by Enida

After the morning bath…

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Edrick: Mom, why am I getting dressed?

Mommy: Entah lah. Why?

Edrick: So I won’t look too bugil?

Mommy: Ha ha ha ha ha ha!

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Entah lah = I don’t know

bugil = naked

Ha ha ha ha ha ha = can’t help feeling silly (very silly)

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Lah Urang Juo

April 28, 2010 by Enida

Enida bapantun juo di rambang patang…

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Apo digadang puluik basabuik,
udang di Banang indak tabali;
Mato mamandang muluik manyabuik,
urang dikanang indak paduli.

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*Enida
Bukit Pokrovsky
Moscow
Russia

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Silver Bullet Bitten

April 27, 2010 by Enida

This picture. There was a story that came with it. In fact, there was a story that came with everything I saw, everything I captured with my out-of-date little camera. And I was going to tell you the story right away.

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But then I changed my mind. The way I change my mind everytime a not-so-good thought comes knocking. I don’t open my door to bad thoughts. Not usually. I don’t even ask ‘Who’s there?’

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The truth is, a year ago, if I had let the clouds of pain take me over… there was going to be no such thing as silver lining. Or silver anything. There wasn’t even going to be the silver-like ring on any of my fingers. Forget silver bells.

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I came a long way, as the story did not unfold just a year ago. It had started long before that. And the other truth is, I have been rethinking about it all lately. About how we choose from choices, opportunities and second chances granted to us. About how our choices lead us to where we are today.

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And for me to have been in Calgary in April 2010 despite what happened in April 2009 and August 2008… I have had my silver storms. I had seen months of rain with no sign of rainbows. I had seen clouds with the chance of armageddon. I had lost hope, found it, lost it again and faked one or two (or three).

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The only un-artificial thing left on me is probably my teeth. Even they have been filled with silver and mercury. And even they have not been able to turn me into a silver-tongued Enida. Well, such is life. And questa… è Enida. ¡Ya basta!

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Cloudy With A Chance of Me Having A Ball

April 27, 2010 by Enida

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About Thinking

April 22, 2010 by Enida

It must have been the Prairie air, the open space and Mom’s homemade bread. It must have been. For the first time in many many years, I get to enjoy my days and nights thinking about nothing. Yes, thinking about nothing.

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All these years I have been extremely busy thinking about something all the time. Anything at anytime. Never nothing. Always something. But now, here… though I am still actively thinking all the time, I am not bound to any particular thought at a time. I deal with one thought when I have to. Even then, I haven’t really had to.

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It is, for lack of a newer and a more bombastic word… a bliss! Just like being out there in the fields of gold, the Prairie bed.

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A bliss.

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So who painted my moon black?

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So Stay

April 18, 2010 by Enida

Sometimes I think my heart is an empty room. I have at some point invited too many in, and at times locked too many out. Either way, nobody stayed.

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Speechlessly Seduced

April 17, 2010 by Enida

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Yours Truly (Asian)

April 16, 2010 by Enida

I was dancing silly to this tune this morning, giving quite a performance to me Monchies, sending them laughing their butts off on the hide-a-bed, almost getting myself caught by my mother-in-law, and earning a few slaps on the behind by me hubba… when I realized how much I missed shaking me booties, boobies and boogies:

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You cannot take Enida too far too long from her bootylicious gelek mode. Eeeehhhh! Ahh ahh! Shake it baby, shake it baby one more time!

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Miloneum

April 15, 2010 by Enida

I actually did look, one night, for something to drink other than coffee. But I wasn’t going to crawl into Mom’s kitchen cabinet, for the fear of finding more drinks other than coffee. Not that I mind other drinks. Hehe. Chai, perhaps?

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Lo and behold, the very next evening, Mom recalled that she had some hot chocolate powder in her storage. I guess she could smell that I was thirsty for something more. Something else.

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Yes, ladies, gentlemen and you too, Jimmy… my Mom (mother-in-law) had a jar of chocolate-malt drink mix she had been keeping since 2006. For me, alright! Maybe I should have gone crawling into her kitchen cabinet.

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It was MILO! Four miloneums old. But hey, I am still alive.

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