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Keeping My Baby

July 2, 2009 by Enida

“Mom, I’m good of keeping my nostrils clean. It’s just a matter of getting the Kleenex and blowing whatever stuff out so when my nose is clean, I don’t have to breathe through my mouth. After a while, my mouth gets really dry, you know. Because we’re not supposed to breathe through our mouth. Stuff can get into our throat.  Oh, Mom, you forgot to put a box of Kleenex in my bathroom. How come there are two boxes in your room? It’s not fair. And oh Mom, have you stopped thinking about what you promised me yesterday that you were going to think about taking us to the Kids Zone again? Mom, Mom! Look at Edrick eyes, they’re teary. How come Edrick’s sneezing so much? Oh, yeah. You told me he’s got allergies. And how come I don’t have allergies? Is it because I ‘m good of keeping my nostrils clean?”

 

I can get soooo up to my nose and nostrils when she goes on and on and on and around and around and around like this with her story morning glory. I didn’t have time to check, but I had the feeling she said it all in one breath! That’s the impact – on her – when she can breathe through her nose; she makes full use of her mouth to chitter my ears and nose off! This morning I did not even make an attempt to correct her preposition from ‘good of‘ to ‘good at‘ like I have… 515 times sudah.

 

My Tweety

 

She is, regardless and regardful, my most beautiful chimp champ… and I am keeping her!

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Jika Begini

July 1, 2009 by Enida

It was my first time, four nights ago, watching that much-talked-about program on… uh, I can’t even tell which channel now. TV3? Alaaa that Jangan Lupa Lirik show. As I was actually drafting a post with this line: ‘Sometimes I think I am cursed with a good memory; I remember too many things.’ I got thinking I should put my memory to work, get on that Jangan Lupa Lirik program and compete! My sisters think I could go home with 100k Rubels easily!  [Perasan tahap Gaban alert! Perasan tahap Gaban alert!]

  

When one of the contestants struggled to recall the lyrics of Anita Sarawak’s Bawalah Daku Pergi last week, my lungs didn’t need a microphone as I was screaming on top of them unromantically finishing the line: “Sampai mati pun kujalani!”  [Mati, okay! Dasyat punya retro!]

 

Later that night, another song came to mind. Just like tonight, it came back… singing me to sleep. Of Rahimah Rahim’s:

 

Jika begini terbiar menanti
Tanpa kata-kata untukku jadikan pegangan
Salahkah aku seandainya nanti rindu jadi jemu
Dan hati tak rela menunggu
 
Telah kuuntukkan masa janji tak terbukti jua
Bagai pelabuhan sepi engkau menyendiri
Apalah gunanya kini langkah tak sehala lagi
Tapi sukar mengucapkan… salam perpisahan
My Irama dan Lagu

 

Can songs really say what you’re not telling?

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Bed of Roses

June 30, 2009 by Enida

I got glued to the TV for a while tonight. Longer than I usually get. Longer than what I should. Thanks to Ferri Anugerah Makmur who asked me to watch what was rolling on TV9 around 2230hrs. My weightlifting session in the sauna (aka ironing) would have to wait a little longer now that I am hooked to Channel 707.

 

Two good things happened while I was watching TV tonight. One: I got a glimpse of a classic Hindi movie that I remember watching ages ago. Well, I would not have used the word classic had it not been made in the ancient past, wouldn’t’ve I? Those familiar faces of Dharmendra and Sharmila Tagore in Anupama. Ohhh! I am soooo from the previous millenium and nostalgically proud to be!

 

Two: I made it to Kitreena’s dream as she was sleepwalking. At first I thought I heard noises in the washroom: the door, the flush, the running water at the sink and the door again. Then her voice came from upstairs, “Mom, could I go to your room to get the flowers? They’re on your bed.” Huh? I could not wake myself up wider than  I was. I was wide awake.

 

I asked her again and again what flowers she was  sleeptalking about. After five times, she had a little pause and said, “Errr… that’s allright Mom. I don’t wanna talk about it.” Perhaps she finally realized she was standing by the stairs and talking to Mom with the volume high enough to wake herself up. As for me, though I could not quite come back from Anupama to comprehend what flowers my daughter was going to get from my bed, I was just happy guessing what went on in Kitreena’s dream.

 

My bed must have been covered with red rose petals. And I… I am ready to Tango with a single blue rose clenched between my teeth.

 

Blue Rose

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Bagailahmana

June 29, 2009 by Enida

Bagaimana hendak kulengat,
Kait-kait dengan padinya;
Bagaimana tidak kuingat,
Orang baik dengan budinya.

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Post-Decisional Justification

June 28, 2009 by Enida

Post-decisional Justification:
Right after making a choice people tend to value what they chose more, and value what they did not choose less.

 

Over three months ago I met up with a friend whom I had not seen nor spoken to since 1996. Simply because we lost touch with each other. After a roti canai-teh tarik breakfast, a summary of 1996-2006 life all in 3 breaths… I chose to tell her my post-2006 life, including my August 2008-February 2009 life.

 

Just as I turned around walking towards my car parked under the scorching sun, I started wondering why I told her as much as I told her. I never finished that wondering process until recently. All I have, as a matter of stating the painfully obvious, is one life. I have lived it in a way that no clocks can ever put yesterday back into tomorrow.

 

So I told stories the way they happened. I still do. After all, honesty is still the best (and easiest to maintain) policy! When I told her the stories of my pain with a smile, I knew what I had long gained. With every single grey strand of hair I now have on my head, and every wrinkly line on my face… I know I am justified.

 

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Flirt Tyres

June 26, 2009 by Enida

Flirt Tyres

 

… until I saw a superbike following me at a safe distance!

 

Well, he wasn’t following me. We were just cruising, kinda alongside each other at times. And at one point he was right beside me when I was laughing at Edrick’s question: “Mom, am I a boy?”… I saw a pair of smiling eyes from behind the full-face. Those eyes, down the highway lane, looked very familiar.

 

We parted ways at Exit 233.

 

Then you looked at me...

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What Goes South

June 24, 2009 by Enida

Me Monchies

 

We had enough of our house-arrest lifestyle for 3 days. All of us! So today, my vote for driving 300km southbound went unchallenged. Me Monchies’ face just lit up, oh brighter than the mid-morning sun! And even after completing the 300++km challenge and even when the Tuesday’s sun was  no longer hanging on the Danga Bay’s horizon… Kitreena and Edrick  were still spinning around jumping up and down like the Ever Ready Heavy Duty batteries that they are. I must have conserved enough energy those 3 days – these kids look like they will not need to be plugged in for another month! Hoy!

 

Driving 300km south of Kuala Lumpur seemed to be the best idea today because:

  • My brother, Deal, just received his pink bundle of joy!
  • I have not seen, touched, held, cuddled, smother a newborn ever since Edrick!
  • The last time I was in Johor Bharu was at Deal’s wedding over 3 years ago.
  • Kitreena only had an ‘ON’ button for the manual reminder/request: “Mom, I wanna see the baby. Mom, I wanna see the baby. Mom, I wanna see the baby. Mom, I wanna see the baby.” No, no ‘OFF’ button.
  • I like driving south – all my body parts are going in the same direction anyway.

So when the sun woke my son up, and my son woke me up… I assigned myself a Jalan-Jalan Cari Pasal mission. Johor Bharu, here we come!

 

I wanted it to be an easy-going day. An easy-going day it was, an easy-going day indeed. Well, at least in the beginning.  Armed and equipped with all the munchies & nibblies, we took a leisure shopping and lunch stop at KLCC. Shopped at MotherCare, had lunch at Dome, reloaded Touch-n-Go at Maybank, bought kuehs at La Cucur, plus 3 washroom visits in between. Yes, three! (Boy, these kids were leaking!) By the time we hit the SMART Tunnel, it was quarter to 1600hrs!

 

With the half tank on my rented City, I knew I could go quite far. So I passed on filling up in KL to beat the rush hour – which was against my long-distant driving policy. But I hushed myself with two words: easy going. It was only 300km.  The first quick stop was right in front of my mak angkat Chan Yoke Lin’s fruit stall Hentian Serdang – to set my GPS pointing me to Mount Austin. The second stop: Nilai Utara – to shift Edrick to the front seat so Kitreena can lay down in the back seat. Total stop time: 6 minutes 22 seconds accumulative. I could feel my easy-going mission ‘going south’ very easily.

 

I was, nonetheless, making a good time  doing my Autobahn-style speed whenever the GPS went quiet and doing 119km per hour on the stretches that are ‘Police Ambush Area’ and ‘Speed Trap Zone’.  And that was despite Edrick’s frantic attempt to scare me with what he misheard as ‘This Dragon Zone’!  He kept on repeating the GPS’s instructions as though I was going left on all the right turns. Arrghh! I was busy driving and he was busy driving me nuts, bolts and screws!

 

Our little City on four wheels eventually became quiet when me Monchies dozed off, which gave me some quiet time to reflect on my life. Chewah! Well, I was truly reflecting on my life until…

 

 

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Nether Again

June 23, 2009 by Enida

Hole-and-Broken

 

And who did it?

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Simple Pleasure

June 22, 2009 by Enida

Crocs-n-Role

I, for one, am not the kind who falls into fashion fad very easily. No I am not fashionable and I can say I am fashionably stable that way. But when I do let myself fall into fashion, it’s wayyy away from what you can call a fad anymore. And I let myself fall fashionably, too. Fashionable, in my definition, is being comfortable. Comfortable when I pay for them and when I wear them. Whatever they may be. Clothes, shoes, perfumes, phones. Yes, phone. I wear my RAZR2V9 like a second skin. Comfortably.

 

yellowboots

So steadfast my belief is in comfort that I never joined those bask of crocodiles flocking to Crocs for the love of zeal. Skeptical was nowhere near to describe how I felt about those rubberlike-colorful-good-for-pasar-basah-Selayang (wet market) footwear. As a matter of fad, I was once convinced Pua Chu Kang must have had a fat share in spreading the rage for Crocs in this Southeast Asian region. (Oh! He was so hamsem in Sumolah! His English is like unagi on my tongue! Sukane!)

 

But two weeks ago I had no choice but to borrow Untoo Pet’s orange Crocs to Untoo Mas’s swimming pool. They were very surprisingly comfortable on my feet. For someone who has a lot of issues with her feet, I cannot afford but to be extremely careful choosing my footwear. I have pes-planus feet (fallen arch), a problem that was caused by the weight I gained when carrying Kitreena (pre-natal and extended post). It was worsened by the bunion I had especially on my left foot – a condition that is unfortunately hereditary. 

 

So last week, I comfortably put my foot in my mouth!  

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Swing My Way

June 22, 2009 by Enida

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One thing I like  about  WordPress   is  how simple it is for someone who doesn’t know much about html codes to change blog header pictures – compared to Blogger (Blogspot). Hence you see I have been playing with it… changing the header pictures as often as I like.

 

Today it features the verandah teak swing we had at the corner closest to the swimming pool. Used to be my retreat swing – with a good book or this netbook – on rainy afternoon. I was going to get some padding custom-made for it had we stayed in Malaysia a bit longer (or at one point, I thought I was going to stay there indefinitely!) This swing is now sitting and not swinging in our garage in Pokrovsky. Hmmm…

 

My life had taken a different swing towards a direction I did not believe possible when I bought this swing at Gotic Jalan Ampang. I still do not know what could swing my way, but I have faith I can anytime do the Buble’s Sway and won’t stray. For now, I just let the Marimba play.

 

 

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