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Sushi is not something I would go for unaccompanied. It was always a Pax-of-Three for many years. But today I am braving it on my own to mark Day 70 of being Mother but Single.

I miss the Little Big Man who would always make sure I never had to touch the hot water tap. And I miss the Little Miss who would always mix my soy sauces for me before handing over the chopsticks.

And I miss singing my silly Sushi song every time my people suggested Sushi dindin. So if you know “For He’s A Jolly Good Fellow” song, sing along now!

For he’s a jolly good fellow,
for he’s a jolly good fellow,
for he’s a jolly good fellowww…

And sushi all of us.

#andsosayallofus

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Waiting for Me

When someone asked me what I would want for my birthday this year, I was quick to respond that I would want to spend it in Taiping again. Just like what I did with my Monchies last year. And then I rambled on saying oh I pray for my health and wealth and the usual gobbledegooks. Not really thinking. For myself.

Then the same question was repeated, “What do you want for your birthday?”

I went quiet. I fell silent. I didn’t know what to want, let alone what to say. I was almost painfully sad and glad all at once to realize, “Really? Can I want?” And I ended up saying, “You know, I have not been asked what I want for my birthday for many many years. I can’t think of any.”

Of course the kids have asked. With Monchies, every day was my birthday, Mother’s Day, Father’s Day, their birthdays. Every single day was a special day. We asked one another all the time. Every day. But in all honesty, I had not been asked by another adult, twice, within twenty minutes, about what I wanted for myself on my birthday! I had the right, but I remained silent.

Really, can I want?

Ten Days Later…
I have not answered the question. I am still thinking. I am still waiting for me to come home from being gone a long time.

Thank you for waiting with me.

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It is amazing how we keep discovering and rediscovering ourselves as we age.

At 53 I just realized that life is not about what I want and what I need. These days it is actually less about what I need and more about what I don’t need. What is more amazing is that I just learned this from my daughter! That tough cookie of mine sometimes outsmarts me in ways that I least expect.

Mandak FaceTimed me this morning (GMT+8) while having her ME time at an ice-cream joint (GMT-6) one hill and a half away from home. Apparently there was an incident she wanted to tell me about, a situation between her and a supposedly-mature housemate the night before. The housemate was being silly, licking a phone holder with suction cup and throwing it to the TV and tossing it around and what-not. It landed in Mandak’s bowl of tofu she was having for dinner in front of the TV.

She got upset, of course. Air liur tu orang sudah masuk dalam mangkuk dia. Mommy dia yang mendengar cerita pun rasa macam nak hayun jak tu mangkuk! But to cut the story short, the housemate got defensive when Mandak was upset. Dia bilang, oh dia felt sorry for Mandak’s narrow-mindedness, itu pun mau upset. Dia main-main jak, kenapa lah ndak pandai have fun, siiikit-sikit mau marah.

Eh!

But my Mandak did not need the negative and childish statement thrown at her. Coincidentally, her brother and another housemate were around, didn’t know the whole story but playfully pressing it on her that she could not take jokes and teases. She retreated to wash the bowl, and withdrew to her room and then went out bicycling for a few miles.

I felt her. The whole retreat and the decision to withdraw was a statement of, “I don’t need this.” It was such a relief knowing that my Mandak realized it, and made a wise and mature decision to not confront immature acts and words from people around her. Bagus! Memanglah hati masih sakit. But what is more sakit is the mentality of people who think their saliva masuk dalam makanan orang is funny.

People say things whether they mean it (for you to think and consider later) or they are just trying to be mean for the moment. But to either let it get to us, or let it go is solely our choice. It hurts when people judge and label us negatively. Just know this, though; people see things not the way things are. They see things the way they are.

Aren’t we all learning? Just because Mandak did not find it laughable when a licked phone holder landed in her food doesn’t mean she is no fun or she is narrow-minded. Hold our tongue, and if we need to speak, speak well. Speak gently. There’s nothing stronger than a gentle word. And in my case, just because in the past I made some poor decisions does not mean I need to be judged at present or in the future. I am learning my lessons from my mistakes.

And I own my mistakes. All of them.
“Yes, I messed up. Tomorrow it will be another day, next year will be another year. It was my mistake, not yours. You have your own.” Thank you Salma Hayek.

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Aku Bukan Kidal

Kenangan adalah
kunci-kunci
yang kusimpan
di poket-poket
celana kargoku.

Dan kau
adalah kunci
di poket kiri.

Supaya tangan kananku
tak selalu
mudah mencapaimu
lalu memandu rindu
laju-laju.

Enida
SGIVC Timurbay
Delapan May

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Hanya Saja

“Jangan sombong.
Di atas langit masih ada langit.
Hanya saja berkatnya berbeda.”

~Yelisna Zalukhu

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Since 2010, the house rule was… to always keep the door behind us closed. So whenever we left our rooms, or went downstairs, all the doors on the third floor should be shut. Mine, the kids’ and the linen closet doors. The reason was the wind, initially. And when Cino came into the household, he was an add-on to the rule. All the more reason why the doors should remain closed. The wind and the moving bulu.

But April 20th 2026, these doors were left open. Cino had left the house a week earlier. And then Monchies followed suit. When I came home from the airport after midnight, I was too exhausted to notice. But the next morning, as I opened my door to go downstairs, I was instantly reminded of who and what that would not be walking through them again. Ever.

Things have changed since. And so will the rules.

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Agi’ Idup

Sabtu petang menjelang malam minggu adalah antara waktu-waktu paling mencabar untuk mendapatkan perkhidmatan Lalamove. Lebih-lebih lagi ke kawasan-kawasan ramai orang berkunjung dan bersukaria. Kawasan atas bukit, tak jauh dari langit.


Kita…
No different from the Lalamovers, fighting our own battles. For our needs are above and beyond all our wants. The struggles are real — some call it passion, the rest of us call it work.


This is not my life.
This is just me agi’ ngelaban.

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Terbertas Waktu

Kata-kata, kalau aku bawak menulis, dah berhalaman-halaman kertas kajang dah ni. Margin pun penuh, inikan pulak header dan footer. But akal berkata, hold your tongue, Enida. Awasi lidahmu.

Emosi stabil, tak jadi hal. Cuma tidur tak nyenyak kebelakangan ini. Sudah lah tadi terpandang mesej lama ex-staf dengan staf supplier berkomplot buat barang ribu-ribu sorok-sorok. Tak marah. Bukti banyak. Lawyer pun banyak.

Tidur selalu terkejut-terkejut 4-5 malam ni. Macam jatuh dari Meryal water slide kat Lusail. Minda tak settled memikirkan putar belit suppliers yang lambat hantar tempahan kita. Nasib baik customer super cool sebab kita dah maklumkan awal-awal kita pun cuak buat barang dengan supplier pasir berdengung tu.

Tak baik kalau aku assume semua Pak-Pak Istan tu banyak auta. Tapi setiap kali aku minta tracking number, tiba-tiba dia accident motor lah, handphone pecah lah, mak dia meninggal lah, sepupu dia kahwin lah, duit payment kita dah habis dia buat beli lembu lah, business partner tipu bawak lari duit lah. Eh hello!

Kalau lepas ni dia buat drama gempa bumi, pokok tumbang atas bumbung rumah, air laut naik sampai paras bulu dada, airport terbakar, DHL kena samun atau bini dia baru jatuhkan talak tiga dalam satu nafas, kau rasa nak percaya ke lagi?

Prefrontal Cortex aku dah sarat dengan hal yang berat-berat. Jadi bila aku pakai baju kebarung tahun 1996 hari ni dan terpandang jahitan hujung lengannya dah terbuka (istilah mak aku ialah terbertas, istliah mak orang ialah tertetas)… aku rasa bersyukur atas banyak benda.

Lepas dah bersyukur barulah aku jelas hari ni nak makan apa. Mungkin kekusutan fikiran membuatkan aku tak boleh terjemah selera. Aku pun orderlah nasi dengan Ayam Masak Merah. Untuk malam karang aku order siap-siap nasi dengan Ayam Masak Kicap. Bila Abang Beruang datang hantar, rupanya penjual sedekahkan aku Ayam Masak Lemak Cili Api dengan Sambal Kentang lagi.

Maka nikmat Tuhan yang mana satukah hendak aku dustakan, kan?
Aku malah kagum dengan ayam-ayam semua yang pandai masak.

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Life’s Lemon Tea

Have you ever drunk that perfect hot lemon tea when the heat is just perfect, and the tang is just perfect, and the life you’re drinking the lemon tea to is just perfectly painful you feel like drinking your whole life into nothingness as you empty that perfect teacup?

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It would not have been a perfect tea without some water boiled, some lemons sliced, some tea leaves plucked, and some clay burned.

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And for me to think all these when I was sipping on my perfect Hot Lemon Earl Grey Tea at Delicious @ Dua Residence on a beautiful sunny morning when everything was (supposedly) going well? Not good, Enida. Not good at all. Be grateful.

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For You

For if only you could see me now, you would move my hands away from my face, wipe the tears away from my eyes, and take the pain away from my heart.

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For if you could hold me in your arms tonight, your heart would break too. For me.

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