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Hard Done By

November 16, 2009 by Enida

Cold cold heart hard done by you...It’s the weather, I figured.
That fifth day I was here, that 23rd day of April… the weather was exactly like today. It is the weather. The weather that came with the news that love is sometimes not worth keeping, not worth forgiving, not worth giving. Such cold news that froze my heart harder than the oldest iceberg.

 

And today, if I could turn colder than the coldest snow, I would freeze all the warm thoughts and all my kind words, only to tell you my cold truth that love and all its hardened meaning has melted. Away. My seasonless love is no more waiting for the summer’s sun, nor it is fond of the firewood smoke kissing the snowflakes that fall on our chimney.

 

My love has gone weatherless on a day like today. And on every today, for the many todays to come. I have turned too cold to feel.

 

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Chill Out, Boy!

November 12, 2009 by Enida

I wasn’t eavesdropping or anything. Just happy surfing me bloglist at the computer upstairs that is in the same room with the kids’ TV. But from the cartoon show Edrick was watching, I heard… “No offence dear, but I have had more ex-husbands than Snow White had dwarfs!”

 

 

The mischievious grin.

Huh?

 

I’d better put his jacket on and let him play outside for a bit.

 

So it is 2°C.

 

So what!

 

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Dari Kamar Ini

November 12, 2009 by Enida

Lagu Dari Kamar
sung by Noorkumalasari

 

Dari kamar ini
Kumemandang ke luar
Suasana sepi
Seakan mencabar
Mengapa pengucapan
Tidak lahir di bibir
Seandainya berhadapan
Mudah ku tafsirkan

 

Sepi mengajakku
Renungi lembaranmu
Kuulang membaca
Surat bermakna
Indahnya bahasamu
Tersusun kata kata
Kau berkias mencuri hati
Di dalam seni

 

Aku pun mencuba
Menciptakan madah
Sayang bagai ada
Yang tak kena
Ku mencuba lagi
Menulis puisi
Ku sendiri
Tak mengerti

 

Dari kamar ini
Berdiri di jendela
Aku menyaksikan
Kumbang dan bunga
Sepi mengajarku
Menulis surat rindu
Sebarisan ayat yang mudah
Kaulah yang kucinta

 

 

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Take Her Words

November 11, 2009 by Enida

My Kitreena.Things were not  going so well with  Be’s health that the doctor wanted him to check himself in at the medical center Sunday night. And since food was the last thing (or maybe the second last thing) on his mind, Be left before dinner time. So me Monchies and me had a quiet dinner just the three of us. No, it wasn’t a quiet dinner. It was a silent dinner.

 

It was Kitreena who finally said, “Mom, I am glad you are home. It is really good to have you back. I really missed you. It’s not the same when you were not here. Thank you for coming home, Mom.”

 

She is a sweetheart when it comes to saying the right things, ya know. And I am not saying this because she is my sweetheart. I guarantee that I can get some back-up votes here if I pull a few strings. But this gal almost always knows what to say. And what she just said went straight to my heart as I saw tears in the corners of her eyes.

 

Peace of mind of mine.“I will always come home, Monch! Don’t you ever worry about it. I am your Mom.” And of course I had to take an advantage by rubbing it in with, “You should thank God you still have a Mom and I am here, you know. You’re lucky. I don’t have a Mom anymore.”

 

Kitreena suddenly sat up and gave me quite a stern look, “Don’t say that, Mom! You always have a Mom. She’s just not here because she has to be in heaven.”

 

A silent dinner went on to be a silent night. We left it at that, as I believed what I just heard were words sent from someone who had to be in heaven.

 

 

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Bra Vo

November 10, 2009 by Enida

Growth on me chesty?There’s  always  something  new to  learn  everyday. And today I learned about how to wash bras safely. Mind me, peeps, for talking about something (you might find) private. I am actually surprised to see that my blog is a pretty popular finding for those who Google words like tetek and kemban. It must have been from my earlier post on penyangkut tetek – the term for bra that KaCher and I used when we were kids.

 

And today, I did not just learn something new about bras, but also about my hardworking helper, Esmeralda Coloma. I had always wondered why she kept my bra hooks done when storing them in the drawers. I just realized that she actually keeps the hooks done even before putting them in the wash. And, of course, that keeps other laundry pieces safe from being ‘hooked’ by the bra hooks. Duh, Enida!

 

While it may not sound like a smart discovery on my part, I do think of Emy as a very thoughtful person. I mean, really… how many of our helpers really do care about our clothes down to that little bit? Unless of course you are lucky to have good thoughtful kindhearted helpers like Bibik, Emy and Joy like I am (and have been).

 

I am also thankful and proud of myself that I am a person capable of learning new things pridelessly. Brava Enida, Brava!

 

 

A little lesson in Italian in case you’re wondering why I am using Brava and not the common Bravo.

Una piccola lezione in Italiano per noi:

Bravo = for male (singular)
Bravi = for male (plural)
Brava = for female (singular)
Brave = for female (plural) – pronounced as [bra-vei]
Bra = for females only (optional for males with tetek)

 

 

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Tough Cookie

November 9, 2009 by Enida

Karas bah ako!Yeah, tough cookie.
That’s what I thought I was… going on me T-scooter alongside Kitreena on her bike to school this morning with my hood off in 2.7°C. Until I came home with two tough, almost frozen ears. Burrrrr!

 

But then, as soon as I got into the garage, I was sweating like a newly baked garlic loaf in a Ziploc double-zipper bag. Though I did not smell garlicky, and instead smelled like Ralph Lauren’s Always Yours, (chewah!) I sure felt like jumping into the shower again.

 

It is cool, wet and gloomy out there.
But I’ve got sunshine tucked away in my oversized CAT luggage bag that I have not unpacked. Scroll down to see my hot stuff…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Don't cha wish your sunshine was hot like mine?

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Nama Mana

November 5, 2009 by Enida

Kalau saya tiba-tiba terasa seperti hendak menukar nama sebab sudah bosan dengan nama Enida ini… apa agaknya pendapat saudara-saudari sekalian? Adakah saudara-saudari akan terkejut? Seperti terkejutnya saya apabila seorang kawan menukar nama beliau dari Latifah kepada Nur Adlina, dan seorang lagi rakan, Raja Faisal kepada Rafael. Atau adakah saudara-saudari akan mencebik bibir kepada saya seraya berkata di dalam hati… “Pesseng dio doh!”

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Sebenarnya, memang sejak azali lagi saya tidak berapa selesa dengan nama pertama saya yang berbunyi agak kejantanan. Pendek kata di zaman persekolahan dulu memang ada seorang rakan yang namanya sipi-sipi dengan nama saya. Saya Roslaimi, dia Roszaimi. Seorang Sarjan di Kor Perkidmatan Taiping yang bertugas dengan bapa saya pula bernama Roslaini. Mujurlah saya ada nama tengah ENIDA itu. Tidak perlu saya menyelak kain menunjukkan saya ini seorang perawan perempuan. (Dulu lah!)

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Ramai juga yang bertanya kenapa saya sudah tidak lagi menggunakan nama komersil “Intan” seperti sewaktu di universiti, nama yang sinonim dengan personaliti La Femme De Jogette saya dulu. Itulah nama yang diberikan oleh bapa saudara saya dari Kelantan yang sebenarnya memanggil saya begitu semasa saya masih bayi kerana warna kulit saya yang agak ke-India-an seperti bapa saya. “Itei-itei si tapok manggeh, biyaa itei Pok Ngoh pande manih. Toksoh dok tiyok. Auung chak!”

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Baby EnidaNama ‘Intan’ itu, selain tidak didaftarkan di dalam sijil kelahiran saya, sudah lama saya khaskan kepada keluarga dan sahabat-sahabat terdekat yang mengenali saya sejak zaman saya berhingus hijau muda dahulu. Dan jika saudara-saudari memanggil saya ‘Intan’, saya tetap menyahut dan tersenyum. Jika Sultan Perak yang memanggil, saya pastilah menjawab, “Ampun tuanku beribu-ribu lemon ampun. Sembah patik harap di ampun. Patik di sini, Tuanku.” Jika Pok Ngoh Soh yang memanggil ‘Itei’, cepat-cepat saya menjawab, “Yo Pok Ngoh, aghi gelaak itei pekaak ni tok napok ko?”

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Walaubagaimanapun, jikalau saya bertukar nama dalam masa terdekat nanti, janganlah saudara-saudari sekalian terperanjat mendapat ‘Friend’s Request’ di Facebook, ya? Walaupun saya belum lagi membuat keputusan nama manakah yang terbaik untuk saya tukarkan kepada, nama pertama yang datang ke fikiran saya di senja nan merah dari kamar ini setelah lama termenung di jendela ialah… tidak lain, tidak bukan: Noorkumalasari.

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Nota kaki:
Petang ni takdi Itei lalu dekak ghumoh Pok Ngoh. Memei gelaak ah dale ghumoh itei pekaak takdo oghei. Itei tingak ngak ko Pok Ngoh. Lamo do’oh doh tok dengaa Pok Ngoh laung ko namo Itei. Winduu ke Pok Ngoh owh.

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Do It, Woman!

November 5, 2009 by Enida

I just went to darat. Darat is the local term for our tiny towncenter (and that is if you call a place with a population of 500 people a ‘town’). I was there with Edrick to get him a haircut. And he got the best haircut I have ever seen in almost 4 years… all for RM4.00 (that is equivalent to CAD$1.20, Neil)!

 

Now, will I kick, scream, swear, spit and spank when it’s time to get Edrick’s next haircut in Moscow that I know will cost me RM120.00? I suppose the question is not will I, but should I?

 

Duit to me bebeh! Ahah ahah!

 

 

Glossary for Neil:
duit = money
pronounced as [do-it] in Bahasa Malaysia

 

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Do It, Men!

November 4, 2009 by Enida

To men out there who are man enough to read this, excuse my frankness. When it comes to money, there are two kinds you fall into. One: those who do have money and arrogantly flaunt it. Two: those who do not have money and shamelessly flaunt it. And both kinds are the pathetic kinds. The rest of you men… you don’t fall into any kind. And you are safe from my frankness – for now.

 

I mean, really! We all know that you can’t be having money all the time. When you do, and lots of it, that’s great. Good for you! But do you really have to unnecessarily show it, blogging about it, posting a scanned copy of receipts of your purchase as though the whole world has to know that your feet alone are wrapped in a pair of RM2557.65 worth shoes. Do you?

 

But man! That is still not as bad as announcing it to the world that you are broke. So broke that you could almost sell the Fung Keong canvas shoes your kindhearted Aunty Anne George bought you after your STP exam. And that is only so that you could buy a pack of GardeniaIn his back pocket! corn bun? Eeesssyyy walang hiya! That, I am so lah not sorry at all to say, patheticity at its worst! And then you’re complaining your girlfriend left you for a bloke who works at Burger King and drives a secondhand Citroen he paid RM14k for in cash!

 

Much of the pain is… indeed, self-chosen. But as painful as being broke can be, have some pride, will ya?

 

Still, a respectable man is not one who has the most or the least money. He is the one who respects his money and treats it like it is his secret lover. Go figure!

 

 

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Retro Speck

November 2, 2009 by Enida

Wajah kesayangan hamba? Kah kah kah!I don’t usually write about strangers.  In fact, this entry isn’t about a stranger. I would like to dedicate this post to Irwan, my newly accepted ‘friend’ on Facebook. No, I don’t know him yet. He did not introduce himself in his Friend’s Request to me. And from this profile picture of himself, I swear I have never had a friend this retro. I pray to God hope this is just his ‘Untuk Hiasan Sahaja‘ kind of photo.

 

I don’t, let me assure you, usually accept any Friend’s Request from someone who does not have any mutual friend with me. I even wrote a note to a few people, asking if I had met them before, or if we had been introduced to each other before. True to the meaning of a friend, a stranger remains a stranger, ya know.

 

But in this case, because Irwan is a friend of a very very good friend of mine… I thought, Irwan would not and should not turn out to be DJ Dave or any Hi-One I would not really want to know. I also figured out using my own logic, that for Irwan to put such a hideous mysterious photo on his Facebook profile, he must be one of the two: i. He is extremely good-looking, ii. He is extremely mysterious. And both are good. Hehehehehe. You are free to interpret my “Hehehehehe” in your own way. No mystery here.

 

Uh, did you know that DJ Dave’s other name is Irwan Shah?

 

 

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