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March 17, 2010 by Enida

Abang…

Ya.

Abaaang…

Iyyyaaa sayang.

Nak dengar citer tak?

Citer apa?

Citer orang tamak.

Citer orang tamak?

Ha’ah, citer orang tamak.

Tamak apa?

Tamak cili.

Tamak cili?

Ha’ah, tamak cili.

Cili?

Iya, cili.

Cili… cili cabai?

Iyalah, cili cabai lah.

Cabai apa?

Cabai burung.

Hah? Cabai burung?

Iyyyyaaa, cabai burung.

Citer cabai burung apa Ida ni?

Taaakkk. Semalam… kan Ida pegi pasor Vietnamese tu kan?

Hmmm…

Ida nampak cili api yang fresh sangat.

Dah cili api pulak? Tadi kata cabai burung.

Cabai burung tu lah. Sama lah tu.

Sama ke?

Saaama.

Abang rasa cabai burung tu sama dengan cili padi lah ‘da. Bukan cili api. Cili api sama dengan cabai Melaka.

Sama lah bang. Abang niiii! Nak dengor tak Ida nak citer ni?

Ehehehe. Aaaa… okay lah okay lah. Haa, citer citer.

Cabai burung tu fresh se’sangat. Ida tak sampai hati nak beli segengggam je.

Dah tu, Ida beli berapa genggam lah?

Ida tak genggam pun bang. Ida beli satu beg yang dia jual tu semua.

Hah?

Haa tu lah, Ida borong semua cabai burung tu. Sikit tak tinggal.

Jualan penghabisan stok ke apa kedai tu sayang?

Tak de laaah.

Dah tu Ida borong semua sampai sikit pun tak tinggal tu?

Dah cabai burung tu fresh sangat.

So salah cabai tu lah eh?

Tak jugak. Tu semua salah Abang.

Aikkk? Apasal salah Abang pulak?

Ye lah, Abang yang suruh Ida pegi pasor Vietnamese tu.

Eh, ni citer orang tamak ke citer Abang yang bersalah ni sayang?

Citer orang tamak dah abis lah bang. Ni citer cabai burung.

Abang ingatkan citer cabai burung dah abis bila Ida abiskan stok akak Vietnamese tu. Tak ke?

Beluuummm. Belum abis lagi citer tu. Ada sikit lagi.

Ohhhh okay. Chober sambung citer cabai burung Ida tu.

Eh chop! Tiba-tiba citer cabai burung pun dah abis jugak bang.

Pulak? Apasal mengejut sangat ending dia sayang?

Ye lah. Burung dah terbang dipipiskan lada.

Ini ada lada yang nak kena pipis dengan burung ni karang.

Abang! Jangan laaaa…

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Outta Here

March 17, 2010 by Enida

Other than songs that keep me real, I have this business that I’ve been busy keeping. The business of keeping myself busy. So, apologies to Z – my dear reader from Brunei who left a comment the other day – for not responding to your comment pronto. Thank you for reading and leaving a comment,  Z! I don’t think I have any other readers from Brunei, to tell you the truth. You’re my one and only. You, my special you! Fancy having you here!

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I am back doing one of the things I love doing… helping people learn English. It started as a baby step yesterday with two gorgeous Malaysian ladies (attached with the Malaysian Embassy in Moscow). Though at this stage it is within an informal setting, I am hopeful that this could be developed into something that would benefit both sides as learning partners.

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And to say that I had a great time meeting up with the two gorgeous Malaysian ladies is an understatement. I was 17 floors up in the air – with the view of Moskva! But the best part of our informal consultation yesterday was the first class treatment I received. Though I did not consider myself as a guest of honor, I was immensely honored when I saw these…

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These were not only what I had there,
these were what they packed for me to take home!
(Hence my arcopal dish, if you so noticed!)
Thank you, gorgeous Malaysian ladies. Thank you!

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Today, I was out having an important lunch with the representatives of the United Nations. They are from China, India and South Africa. I was representing Lok Kawi, a powerful kingdom in Borneo.

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So if you were wondering where I had been wandering… wonder no more, as I wander no more.

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I am back.

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Keep Me In

March 14, 2010 by Enida

There are songs that keep me dreaming. That keep me wishing I were not the Enida that I am. That keep me wandering away from the Enida that I should be. The songs that actually keep me believing what I am not.

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And then, there are songs that keep me in. That keep me in me. That keep me down. To earth. Away from the heavens where I thought I have been to. And back. There are songs that keep me real.

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I am sorry that you have to see it all.
To see Enida, her truth and all her lies.

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All.

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The Hill

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If You Want Me

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Patutlah…

March 12, 2010 by Enida

Cik Nan,

Saya rasa saya boleh tulis sebuku pantun lah. Pantun for young Malaysians yang teringin nak berkias tapi asek teringat pembayang Pak Ali pergi ke kedai jeh. Saya buat buku panduan berpantun ke… okay tak idea tu?

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But anyway, now you see what has been my mangkin. Hehehe. Even if it is all a game, a game lah. So I play lah kan. Behold! Ada lagi ni, tak abis lagi  semangat nak berpantun. Terlanjur awak dah suka pantun saya, nah… dua rangkap lagi buat melayan hati dan perasaan yang perasan. Eh tiga rangkap.

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Suasa indah menatah kutang,
gah tampan Si Malim Dewa;
Serasa pernah mata bertentang,
Wajah tersimpan di dalam jiwa.

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Ngajat tampi kedak berjamu,
mambang di laut jadi gerhana;
Hajat di hati hendak bertemu,
bimbang terpaut hati merana.

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Dupa belah dupa bertangkup,
dalam lubuknya sedari paya;
Apa salah apa tak cukup,
dalam berpunya mencari saya.

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Cakpong cakpong!
Kopitiam jom Cik Nan.

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Seri Begawan

March 12, 2010 by Enida

‘Selamat Kembali’ to my beloved reader from Brunei. Lama suda tiada saya nampak sudara berkunjung. Harap-harap semuanya bagus saja. Senang-senang nanti turun bah ke KK? Saya di situ kalau tidak June, July pasti lah. Di bawa pokok klapa I will wait for you… you, you, you, you!

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Jolok

March 11, 2010 by Enida

Buah cempedak di luar pagar,
ambil galah tolong jolokkan;
Sayalah budak baru belajar,
kalau salah tolong tunjukkan.

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Leng Chai’s pantun on his Facebook status yesterday sure reminded me of a girl in my class when I was in Grade 5 at the All Saints’ School in Taiping. I can’t recall her name, but I remember her brother. Her kind-hearted brother whom I never met.

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Our class teacher, Miss Khoo Sin Nya, in the first few days of class that year was asking the whole class one by one of our father’s occupation. For her record, of course. And this girl, a painfully quiet girl, was almost in tears when it was her turn. Miss Khoo, not known for her sweet temper, lost her not so sweet temper when this girl (let’s just name her Bibah, okay), when Bibah would not say a word.

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We, the rest of the class, were waiting confusingly patiently that it was probably the quietest the class had ever been. The suspense was just too much to bear. I had to close my eyes for the fear that Miss Khoo would bang her table with the giant blackboard ruler (with a handle).  Though I knew I wouldn’t jump and start melatah like my Toksu… I was very very nervous on behalf of Bibah.

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For thunder’s sake, just answer the teacher lah Bibah, begged I, in the deafening silence. The question was, ‘What does your father do?’ What was so hard about it? I dared to bet that everyone was dying to know what Bibah’s father’s occupation was. And what was so secret about it. Bibah’s old man could not have been a spy, could he? After all, this was Taiping in the early 80’s. Or was he a… errrr, hmmmm. Eeeeshhhhh! Enida! Don’t! I slapped myself on one cheek.

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Silence.

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Suspense.

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And then…

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“Jolok buah.“

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More silence.

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I remember the faces looking at Miss Khoo, to find Miss Khoo looking back at Bibah. And she was looking at us all in one swipe.

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“Jolok buah? Apa buah? Buah klapa ka, buah nangkak ka, buah dooriyen ka?“

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“Buah kelapa sawit, teacher,” Bibah was trembling in what sounded like a relief that she was understood. And she wasn’t laughed at.

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“Cakap laaa baba you Peladaaaanggg! Aiiiyohhh! Itu pun tatau ka?“

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For the first time I saw Bibah’s sweet smile. I think the whole class smiled with her.

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“Tapi…“

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Bibah’s tapi sent the whole class into another swing of nerve-wrecking silence. Miss Khoo looked up from her record book and looked at Bibah with the biggest eyes possible probably was ready to attack Bibah for not telling the whole truth.

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“Tapi saya duduk dengan abang saya, baba saya sudah tua. Abang saya askar, teacher. Dia tolong jaga saya dengan adik-adik saya. Mak saya dah meninggal.“

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Bibah didn’t cry.

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But I know someone who did.

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Glossary for Neil and Jimmy:

jolok = poke

buah = fruit

apa = what

klapa/kelapa = coconut

nangka = jackfruit

dooriyen = durian

kelapa sawit = palm

cakap = say/tell

peladang = farmer

tapi = but

“Tapi saya duduk dengan abang saya, baba saya sudah tua. Abang saya askar, teacher. Dia tolong jaga saya dengan adik-adik saya. Mak saya dah meninggal.” =

“But I live with my elder brother, my father is old. My brother serves in the army, teacher. He (brother) helps taking care of me and my younger siblings. My mother has passed away.”

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Yang Tersangkut Itu…

March 11, 2010 by Enida

Terperanjat saya bila tiba-tiba Vladimir terjun dari bumbung dan menerjah ke muka jendela ruang santai di mana meja computer saya mengadap. Kurus semangat saya! Hmmm kalaulah badan saya pun boleh kurus bila diterjah begitu, alangkah!

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Vladimir hari ini sepagian berada di bumbung rumah saya di Pokrovsky Boulevard, membersihkan salji yang tersangkut di atas sana. Kalau lah rindu yang tersangkut di hati saya ini dapat diturunkan dan dibawa pulang ke tanahair dan mencair dalam pelukan orang tersayang di sana, alangkah!

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KaCher, Chercher… I am browsing for tickets to be back as early as June dengan penuh rakusnya ini oh!

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Ehemmm, paktoh… ‘mkoy nei tang ngo Tanjung Aru loh, ok? So we can go tiu mou-tiu mou later. So long oledy mou tiu mou.

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Asal

March 10, 2010 by Enida

Unfortunately, things did not go well after the Andai pantuns, that November 1996. Hence, these were written when it was all a little too late…

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Asal

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Terbang cenderawasih
Hinggap di balik kolek
Abangkah yang masih
Mengharap adik balik.

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Jenuh siakap lalu
Menyelak daun dedar
Memenuh dakap pilu
Mengelak dalam sedar.

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Menggiling udang tangguk
Mengais buah ranum
Menggeleng sedang angguk
Menangis celah senyum.

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Renggam bayan diikat
Badik sudah diubat
Menggenggam yang hakikat
Adik sudah ditambat.

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(Asal kapas jadi benang
Sudah kejap lagi kuat
Asal lepas jangan kenang
Mudah cakap dari buat!)

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Enida
March 11, 1997.
Bangi Indah.

Antara pantun dan puisi Enida dalam ‘Katakanlah‘

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Andai

March 10, 2010 by Enida

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Andai

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Rembangkah sang petang
Meniti tali gadik
Abangkah yang datang
Mengisi hati adik.

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Menghuja dan menyengat
Sulur dalam selasih
Memujakan semangat
Menghulur salam kasih.

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Memacak relung perdu
Memarak daun pinang
Mengocak takung rindu
Mengorak senyum senang.

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Camar di Pulau Padi
Permata sulam Jawa
Melamar kalau sudi
Andai cinta dalam jiwa.

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Enida
November 1996
MINT Bangi.

Antara pantun dan puisi Enida dalam ‘Katakanlah‘

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Dialog Chek Pah & Chek Nid Pasai Nasik

March 9, 2010 by Enida

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Chek Pah: Amboi anak hang Chek Niiiiiddd! Buleh ka tu makan Nasik Ayam tu?

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Chek Nid: Awat tak buleh pulak?

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Chek Pah: Ya laaaa. Anak hangpa anak mat saleh. Anak oghang puteh. Beisa ka makan nasik-nasik nih?

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Chek Nid: Beisa lah Chek Pah oih. Taim mak depa makan nasik, depa makan nasik lah jugak. Chek Pah ingat depa makan apa?

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Chek Pah: Mana lah tau kot dia dok slalu makan kentang sajaa. Tak beisa makan makanan oghang kampong macam anak Chek Pah nih.

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Chek Nid: Beisa haih! Chek Pah bagi lah depa makan nasik apa pon. Nasik Ayam ka, Nasik Kambin ka, Nasik Lemak ka, Nasik Hat Tak Bghapa Nak Lemak ka. Nasik apa chek beisa bagi, semuaaa depa bantai.

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Chek Pah: Ohh gu tu ka?

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Chek Nid: Nasik basi ja depa tak pandai makan. Sebab chek tak peghenah bagi.

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Chek Pah: Amboih hang, Chek Nid. Perli aku naa!

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