You are a thief and you have been caught robbing me. It’s just amazing that you are defending yourself saying you have nicer and better things than mine, and that you stole things from me because I left my back door open. If you do have nicer and better things, why are you so sore when what’s mine that you stole was returned to me?
And by the way, what difference does it make which door you came in through?
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Menemankan Edrick baring-baring for his afternoon nap today, I stopped him from humming the Mozart (yeah, thanks to those Little Einsteins show on Channel 613) and asked him to do animal sounds.
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Monch, how does a rooster sound like? 
Oo’ oo’ ooooo’ oooo’k!
How does a duck sound like?
Quack kwek quack kwek!
How about a bird?
Tweet chweet tweet chweet!
A sheep?
Mekkkk!
Edrick, can you do lizard sound?
Tsk tck tsk tck!
Wow! That’s good, monch.
Do you know how a monkey sounds like?
Yess! Ooh aaa aaa aaa, ooh aaa aaa aaa!
How about a cow?
Easy mommy. Moooooo!
Right on! What about a donkey?
Eeeeyore, eeeyore!
Very good! And how does a horse sound like?
Yeeee haaa!
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I had no time to say neigh or nay. I was laughing my eeeyore off on the carpeted floor, yeee ha ha ha ha ha!
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I owe you at least half of the story. The ending half. The only problem is…it hasn’t ended. It isn’t ending either. I don’t suspect the ending is going to come before MY ending. Mistake is, after all, a life-long lesson you keep on taking until you’ve learned it by heart. Mistakes…yours or others, regardless.
So today I saw Ms X.
Yes, I saw her. Like I saw her a month and a day ago. I saw her better this time. Longer. Many more coup d’oeil. No, she didn’t see me. Not today. Unlike a month and a day ago, she did see me. She turned around when I wasn’t looking. She turned around and hid. She thought I hadn’t seen her when she finally saw me from about 20 meters away.
Today I saw her for good 10 minutes. She didn’t see me. She didn’t know I was less than 5 meters away from her. I was in a line-up, and she was passing by. A friend of hers stopped her and they had a chat. So I saw her.
Every time I saw her, I felt better about myself. I’m glad I am me. A lesson so good to learn, indeed.
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Eyes…the windows to your soul.
I remember reading an article in a magazine about thirty years ago entitled just that…Mata Jendela Hati. And I remember thinking how brilliant the idiom (or saying, or proverb or figurative speech – whatever it is called) was. But then, I remember thinking…how does one tell another’s soul just by looking at the eyes. Do they really tell that much?
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Although I am looking forward to the last day of (watching the movers) packing me stuffies at the Brickhouse, tomorrow will be the last day per me riding me Cravy. It has been good three and a half years, baby! Kitreena got really worried when I teased her that from tomorrow onwards we’ll all have to put on our runners when stepping out – we’ll be walking and taking buses or taxicabs. Ahaks! Teringat zaman menapak dulu-dulu…swinging and swaying in mini buses and commuter trains.
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Two years in the godforsaken sleepy town, Ka Cher and I had fun picking up this funny dialect. At times we still use it to have a good throaty laugh while ngeteh. At Lengkuas for brunch today, we almost had a sore throat knowing and talking about so many biaks around us:
Pohpalih laa!
Ah ye.
Ngkaler awaok nte doh tau konoan nye suor nte pakei ndi kaki, ngape plowk tiber pakei ndi lengei?
Namer nye sngaje gitu gayer?
Sebak pakei ontok duduk dalaang ghumoh je yak?
Bukei nok kwor ghumoh nunjowk koghang?
Ehh dowwwkk! Ontok duduk dumoh je ko kabor.
Keknyer diyer nte tau ke dowk suor te mende?
Ntoh ye ntoh dowk ke tau nyer tuu.
Ngkaler ye, babei lalu kelaku nyer. Bingei tu lah.
Ngkaler dowk, sabik ko ngabor nyughuh nneingok jer dulu segoner. Bukei nyughuh balik lajor poan.
Waser lok jantoang klabu asak diyer nte biler ong ngabor diyer nggitu gayer.
Ah bukei diyer nte waser! Oghang laeng ni howk lampaaa kisowk nyer. Tok tesughawh ke babei nte.
Ssudu memanyowk, kuwoh ntoh maner dataang.
Ah, howk tangkak wak tu lah.
Palih laa yak?
Ihhh…waser nowk mek luku ke, lutu ke, ssekehh kek paler mmaseng ni kaghang.
Ho’oh owk. Lepeih te amik kek gambo mater nte buntaaang, antor plowk ke kedei Lee Naaang.
Eh, enchipoat laluu.
Biak biak biak biak biak!
Ghebeih, ghebeih!
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