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Because That’s Why

The Guardians 

 

Unrelated to the pictures above and below, this is the scene in the kids’ bedroom after a phone conversation that went totally wrong.

 

Edrick:
“I can get a Kleenex for you, Mom.”

 

Me:
“Oh okay. Thank you sweetie.”

 

It was then that Kitreena entered the scene. She sat beside me looking at me like a little mother that she is. With profound concern and intense gentleness, caressing my back. Just the way I picture it with her in another 10 or so years when she would first have her heart broken into little pieces. She was trying desperately to comprehend the situation.

 

Tears for years?Kitreena:
“Why are you crying, Mom?”

 

Edrick:
“She’s crying because I gave her the Kleenex, Kakaaa.”

 

Me, already chortling quietly:
“Not because, lah Monch. That’s why.”

 

I am not mothering angels here. I am mothered by two of them who are taking English grammar lessons in return. And today we learned about cause and effect.

 

Just because I had tears in my eyes.

 

Mothering angels...

 

Just because.

Romancing Roma

Rome peppered with a pinch of salt.

I’ve got Rome on my table.

When we came back to Moscow mid July, this card was waiting for us in the mailbox – a thought mailed from Rome, by KaCher. The card did not leave the dining table until a month after we arrived. It was getting a bit too much for Edrick to bear… being reminded of Aunty Mas, 7-10-20, and all the good times in Malaysia, every time at meal time.

This morning, walking back from taking Kaka to school, Edrick and I took the ‘Mailbox Route’ home to pick up the mail. I wasn’t expecting any – except for a card from Kitreena’s ex-classmate from Australian International School Malaysia. A card for Kitreena, of course. Why would her ex-classmate be writing to me?

The mailbox was empty. And that, oh-tedah-ly sent Edrick home in tears! I did not expect that he was expecting a mail going to be that disappointed. Seeing his frustration sent me home with a promise to mail us something at least once a week. Something. Even if it is a paid phone bill from last year.

Empty is not always a good thing. Kan?

 

He Had Me At Hell O!

I just removed a friend from my Facebook.

 

Burn!I have no respect, nor do I have a care for a racist. He can bleed blue blood and have a pair of wings hidden on his back. But if he thinks race is a matter of choice one makes at one’s own conception, I believe he has gladly chosen for himself to be the coal to burn the hottest hell for his ending.

 

He is definitely of a race of his own. A bangsat! I feel sorry for his parents and his children.

 

Her Story of History

Just did a very quick reading here where History (as a subject in school) is discussed.

 

Independence vs. IgnoranceTo be honest, I feel like I learned nothing about OUR history in the 11 years of school. My Canadian husband can tell me better about the ‘Emergency’ in 1948, and the Portuguese encounter in 1511. But the not so funny thing is, he has a different version of many historical stories! And I just realized that I was educated with a sided history that was aiming at teaching my generation to take stand – ready to attack, and ready to defend ourselves from the enemies.

 

Little did we know that the only enemy we made was our ignorance.

 

 

Postlude:

I used to have all the important historical events and the years memorized (thanks to Cikgu Ahmad Ihsan’s stenciled notes). And during the school break, about the only text book that I would pick up was History Book. But after a while, not having the exposure and the ability to relate history to current issues or my own life… I lost interest in history and whatever lessons it could possibly teach me.

 

I mean, why take the school kids to a museum if you are going to leave them there to wander and wonder aimlessly while you go do your banking in town, history teachers? And oh, while you’re in the vicinity, getting a haircut at the barber behind the museum wouldn’t be a bad idea either, would it?

 

Seriously, do we take History – as a subject and as it is – seriously?

 

Fun, Fire and Uh… Fluid?

Brrrrr! And it's burning... Through the fire...

 

It was a cold, wet and cold afternoon. Did I just say cold twice? But summer rain in Moscow is sure funny. It doesn’t last longer than 5 minutes per fall. No kidding. It’s like the rain isn’t really serious about falling. That’s what it has been doing to us up on Bukit Prokrovsky anyway the last few days. Today, the rain was playing tag with us at least 7 times throughout the day and it was sure a struggle to keep warm.

 

I am not new to this sort of climate, I humbly admit. I graduated from Calgary where I earned my understanding degree to respect this almost extreme weather, extreme by a Malaysian standard that is. This is nothing to get over-excited about. But I have been excited about the fireplace! We have a real fireplace in our Mumber 9 Houth this time! Not a fake fireplace with its gas-burner and made-from-cement-firewood like what we had at Arbour Lake.

 

So when the wet and cold weather came today, I needed no excuse to play with fire. I had fun getting the fire started. I mean it! It was fun. And Edrick was on stand-by with his kipas-satay ready to fan and to keep the fire going. Boy did we ever have fun! Just as much fun as Kitreena did, playing outside… in the rain. And like always, every little thing done with the kids would send me back to my own childhood.

 

I am not superstitious. Even if I am, I am much less superstitious than my Mom. She used to scold us when we played with fire… burning dry leaves or dry grass that we raked off of our lawn, or branches pruned from our yard. She believed we would wet our bed that very night. She would scold us when we played out in the rain as well. With a similar worry, that we would wet our bed at night… that night! “Lu main api (or ujan) nanti lu shi-shi habesss basah gua punya tilam ini malam! Sudahhh!”

 

My Mom didn’t really speak like that. Nor did we wet the bed those nights either. Not the very same night, at least. But on the wet and cold day that today was, I caught myself just in time before I blurted to Edrick, “Lu main api nanti lu shi-shi habesss basah gua punya tilam ini malam! Sudahhh!”

 

 

 

Loose :)Translation:
“Lu main api nanti lu shi-shi habesss basah gua punya tilam ini malam! Sudahhh!”
=You’re going to wet the bed tonight playing with fire like that! Enough!

Cold Summer Afternoon

Kelip-kelip kusangka api, kalau api mana sumbunya.

 

And so say all of us.

Fairy Enough

Oh warna-warna, bagai bicara. Ku terpesona, kau teristimewa.

 

I love rainy afternoons when my little fairies get stuck under my fairy roof, too worried to spread their wings outside and get ’em all wet. One fairy would spread music, and the other would spread colors instead. This is the front page of a card Kitreena the T-Scooter Fairy made for her Thinker Bell Aunty, the fairiest of all… Aunty Mas.

 

Very merry fairy ladies.

 

I actually did ask her what was with the moon’s and the sun’s thumping heart. I honestly wasn’t prepared for the artistic review she was going to give me.

 

“Those are not hearts, Mom. They are hands waving. When the sun comes in in the morning, he waves ‘Hello’ to the world. And the moon will have to wave ‘Goodbye’ for a while. Just like we waved goodbye to Aunty Mas, Mom. Just for a while.”

 

I felt for the moon.

 

Let’s see how many yes’s you will have to the next 12 questions on how much you know about me… 

  1. Did you know that I am only 10 months younger than my elder sister, KaCher? We were born in the same year – she in February, and I in December. Yes, February and December of the same year. So we were cohorts, in the same class right from Grade 1 through Grade 11 (Primary 1 through Form 5, as we call our grades in Malaysia). We went to the same university, took the same course – though were not put in the same class throughout the 6 years, nor achieved the same class for our baccalaureate – we were colleagues, teaching at the same university for quite a few years.
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  3. Did you know that I have a serious OCD when it comes to HFM cleanliness? The only time will I go to bed without washing and cleaning my feet is if I have been wearing socks all day. And the only time will I go to bed without brushing my teeth is… uh, never! Hands? Mine will be washed everytime I see a sink! (That’s Enida, interrupted and exaggerated.)
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  5. Did you know that I am actually an introvert? Many would say I am a mix. While I can, and tremendously do enjoy being in front of 300-500 people, giving talks, doing training, talking about what I do best – which is PUBLIC SPEAKING – I shy away from almost everyone at times. A lot of time. I savor my private corner where I recharge, reload and regroup. And boy, I sure get cranky when I don’t get my ‘Enida Time’ – alone.
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  7. Did you know that I immensely love reading anything that is ‘properly’ written. I’m not talking about printed matters here. They have to be perfectly written before they make it to the press. I am talking about simpler things done properly. And properly is: when capital letters are in the right places, sentences are decently punctuated, only single exclamation and question marks, and only one or three dots are used at a time…………………, not 12 or 25, okay??????????!!!!!! Yeah, not like that. These little things are a sign of either the non-existence of knowledge or the absence of wisdom. I am sure you know the difference between the two conditions, don’t you? And I can easily tell by looking at how you write in your: 
    • letters, cards, postcards, or even flyers, etc.
    • email, blog, Facebook (wall, status, notes)
    • text messages
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  9. Did you know that the only chocolate I like is dark bitter chocolate, the only chocolate drink I would drink is chocolate malt (only Milo), and the only milk I enjoy is rice milk? (Coconut milk is not a drink, hello!) I grew up on Dumex, but later developed mild lactose-intolerance. At 26 of age, I had my very first cheese and fainted due to the smell, not the lactose.
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  11. To keep me hangin' onnn...Did  you  know  that I  wish someone would come up with a smart hanger or drawer (or something!) for us women to store our bras. Yes, brassiere, bandeaux or what KaCher and I used to call penyangkut tetek (boobs hangers). (That was before we had grown and developed those hanging things! Once we knew how challenging it was to ‘maintain’ them bouncing kittens, we started calling bras with respectful names.) Bras are not easily folded, if you notice. In fact, they shouldn’t be folded at all. And if you do fold them to save storage space, one of the cups will definitely be folded invertedly. (But of course this applies only to those with foam, or sponge cups. If you’re still wearing ones without any support – no wire, no stiff cups… you must be either in grade 6, have nothing hanging, or just had an implant as an excuse to go bouncing carelessly bralessly.
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  13. Did you know that not many people can tell my voice from my KaCher’s, my Lil Sis, Reen’s and my mom’s. It sometimes even takes my Dad a few minutes into a phone conversation to realize it is a call from Prima Saujana, not Pokrovsky Boulevard or Intanaria II.
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  15. Did you know  that I was supposed to be a lawyer – it was an ambition ‘given’ by my parents. KaCher was supposed to be a doctor, Lil Sis a lecturer, Deal an engineer, Mel… hehe, an architecture! (Excuse my parents’ vocabulary and word form!) Since most occupations end with ‘er’, architect didn’t sound right to them. Well, there is no doctor in our little big family. The only doctor that ever came close was the one I had a huge crush on… err when was that? Heeeeee. Well, no lawyer either. No architect, nor architecture! But six out of eight of us went to uni. The other two super sleuths are on the case!
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  17. Did you know that I have been not once, not twice, but three times a lady struck by lightning? The first time I was just 19 and in Shah Alam. Got off a taxi, was walking in the rain and was holding an umbrella when I suddenly saw sparks coming out of my hand that was holding the umbrella! I did feel little jolts, but they were too mild to make me jump or anything. The second time was in Cherating – my siblings and I were walking on the beach on a very cloudy afternoon. All of a sudden Reen and Mel were yelling, “Oh my God, oh my God! Look at Ngah’s hair! Look at Ngah’s hair!” Sure enough my hair was upright and in the air just like that girl in the 80’s Twisties TV commercial! The third time was just a few years ago in Ampang. It was raining and I was about to open my car door when I just jumped aback feeling a big jolt on my hand as I touched the door handle. My hand went numb for a few good minutes. But I survived to blog about it.
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  19. Did you know that my big crush was on Eric Estrada? If you don’t know who he is, you are probably too young to be reading this. So go Google! Yeeeeeeesyyy!
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  21. Did you know that I am half Chinese and half Indian but was raised to wonder if the Chinese people eat nothing but jyū kuey teow, and Indian people eat nothing but masalavadey! Nobody talked about races back then as it was almost too sensitive. Us kids didn’t know our racial background. We ooh-ed over Achamma’s puttu and we aah-ed when we saw Poupou stirring her drinks with bamboo chopsticks! Huh?
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  23. Did you know that I had some cosmetic surgeries done on me so I would not have too much of a resemblance to Anne Raj? They left me with my own eyes though, uncut. Even they had been lasik-ed. Nnngggeeeeeeeeeee!

 

 

Thinker Bell

The Three Sisters

Kitreena’s Artwork

She was asking me how to draw fairies? There was no way on earth I could imagine on how to draw a fairy. Let alone drawing one. And Kitreena was specifically asking me to draw Tinkerbell. I gave Kitreena the DVD cover of the Tinkerbell the movie. Good thinking bell, Enida!

So this is Kitreena’s version of the three fairies – my two sisters (KaCher & Aunty Reen) and I. I have a feeling the one in blue is me. I’ll leave it to KaCher and Aunty Reen to fight for the other two. Be nice now girls! But what got my attention most about my Monchie’s artwork other than the curve is… uh, the cleavage. *giggle giggle*

The Loo Toot

To Wiz, my Biskut Lutut Buddy…

Palotchki

Ketaq Lootoot

Catapulting a palotchki, kharasyo. And the Palotchki ran away with the Spoon.

A knee that is no bigger than a big toe.

Knees capped airtightly

 

I almost did the kissing-the-ground scene at Alye Parusa punyalah ketaq pala lootoot when I saw this Russian Palotchki, no kidding me Rasputin! Although they are no bigger than your biggest toes – see the McD’s Porridge spoon reference – they certainly of the same idea with our Biskut Lutut. In fact, it is a refined and luxuriated version crossed somewhere between our Biskut Jari, Biskut Lutut and Roti Kering. Takes a while to soften when I dip ’em in me Kopi ‘O. I almost have to gigit manja on one tip to break it open for easy absorption.

 

Knee lah dia saja nak buat hingaq habaq pi kat hangpa. Chek dok ghenyeh mat yeh hilang dah laa segala ketaq pala lootoot knee tadi. Palotchki ka, palotchka ka… kopi pait pun tak pa. Muka chek dah maneh melecaih dapat jumpak barang pemakan oghang kampung kita kneeh!

 

Glossary for Neil

lootoot (from lutut) = knee
jari = finger
biskut = biscuit/crackers/cookies
roti = bread
kering = dry
kopi ‘O = black coffee with sugar
ketaq (from ketar) = tremble
pala (from kepala) = head
buah pala = nutmeg [not in the text]
gigit = bite
manja = adorable
gigit manja = nibble/bite playfully