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The Funny Mom

Posted in Write On, tagged , , , , on June 30, 2026| Leave a Comment »

The instruction says…

Adult: Take 3 capsules each time, 4 times daily.

Tapi dalam pack ini cuma ada 6 capsules. Daily tu maksudnya setiap hari atau dalam sehari. Ini tak cukup pun untuk sehari. Setengah hari dah habis. Mana ada batuk baik dalam masa setengah hari. Ke ada?

But that’s not the issue. Masalahnya kenapa capsules ni tak disusun semua sama arah? Atau 3 capsules biru arah ke atas, kuning arah ke bawah? Kenapa 1 biru ke atas, kemudian 2 biru ke bawah, selang lagi 1 biru ke atas, then 2 biru ke bawah? Kenapa? Kenapa tak bertiga-tiga? Haa, cepat jalan.

Ini adalah satu penyiksaan minda terhadap orang yang berfikiran seperti saya. I am not an over-thinker. But this arrangement made me think and talk about it with my children for at least 20 minutes last night. It was quite disturbing having to choose 3 capsules in order to leave 3 remaining capsules in a proper arrangement.

Sudahnya I only took the two capsules on the right, and told my daughter that I might only be healed ⅔ of the way. Batuk dan kahak pun mungkin ⅔ je keluar sementara nak menyampai keesokan paginya. She said, “Mom, you’re funny!”

Earlier, when I asked my son to get me some “Adult” cough medicine from whatever kedai yang masih buka in the area, dia senyum-senyum. So I added some ‘adult’ ideas to whatever thought he had in his mind when he asked, “Adult?” Senyum-senyum.

I said, “Ya, adult cough medicine. Look for the 18SX on the packaging. Not PG13, okay?” Gelak dia! Hahaha… anak-anak saya dah besar. Dah boleh bawak gurau yang mengarut-ngarut. I guess that’s what my daughter meant when she said, “Mom, you’re funny!”

Banyak mengarut mak dia ni.
Tapi susunan HURIX’S ni lagi mengarut.
Saya tidur tak lena malam tadi.

Reminded by Facebook Memories:
Written on June 30, 2025

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Sesushi

Posted in Write On, tagged , , , , , on June 30, 2026| Leave a Comment »

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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Bunyi Sunyi

Posted in Write On, tagged , , , , on May 17, 2026| Leave a Comment »

Masih ternanti-nanti
bunyi
tapak kaki
Monchies
turun pagi-pagi
di tangga Mesra ini
memanggil, “Mommy!”

Dua puluh tujuh hari.

Enida
17 May 2026
Mesra Terrace

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Adakah Kamu Terbilang Jua?

Posted in Write On, tagged , , on May 15, 2026| Leave a Comment »

Banyak bilang perkara bilang,
bilang apa si tampuk manggis;
Banyak hilang perkara hilang,
hilang apa beresak tangis?

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The Last Supper

Posted in Write On, tagged , , , on April 27, 2026| Leave a Comment »

“Anything you would like me to cook or make? Anything you’re craving?” That was my offer even though I knew there’s practically nothing they can’t get at T&T Supermarket in the city where they will be returning to.

Kitreena wanted Nasi Lemak at first, but changed her mind to Lontong. She changed her mind again to Nasi Lemak, but was okay with the vegan one at Hungry Tapir since we were going there the night before their flight. Lontong is easy enough for her to make 8,169 miles away nanti, katanya. While Edrick wanted his favorite Green Curry Pasta and he specifically craved for farfalle. The Dancing Chef Green Curry paste I usually used was a no-go. It had dried shrimp in it. So I grabbed Adabi Kurma powder at Hartamas when we made a quick run for some last minute stuff there.

Monday pagi-pagi lagi I was making pasta – unheard of at our Mesra home. Pasta has always been for dinner. Oh well!


VEGAN FARFALLE KURMA

4 cups of Barilla farfalle (boiled)
2 blocks of hard tofu (mashed)
1 packet of Adabi Kurma powder
1 cup of coconut cream
1 cup of pasta-boiled water
1 cup of grated kyuri
1 holland onion thinly sliced
½ cup of shallots thinly sliced
½ cup of fresh/frozen cilantro
cooking oil
salt and pepper

1. Sautee sliced shallots and holland onion in oil til golden brown.
2. Mix in mashed tofu, kurma powder, coconut cream, pasta water.
3. Simmer til boiling, pour in pasta, kyuri and cilantro.
4. Mix well, add salt and pepper to taste.
5. Serve with love.

Menitik airmata Edrick dapat makan Green Curry Pasta yang saya sempat buat, realizing that he might not get anything like it di negara omputeh. “Alahai sayang, nanti buatlah sendiri. Bukan susah sangat.” Ya, katanya. Tapi takkan lah dapat sama macam Mommy’s cooking. Of course lah. I am simply irreplaceable!



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What It’s Like

Posted in Write On, tagged , , , on January 27, 2024| Leave a Comment »

At the kitchen island one morning, after having a casual conversation with my son about Father’s Day celebration this year, he said…

“I don’t know what it’s like to have a father, Mom.”

My heart stopped beating, or maybe I stopped breathing. I can’t remember now if you asked me. But I was washed away by a tsunami of emotions right there and then. I felt guilty, first of all, for not providing him with a father, or a father figure since we left his father. I used to think that my son’s uncles might be able to fill in; spend time with him growing up, play with him, teach him a thing or two. But I never asked any of my male siblings to do that, nor did I know how it could have worked.

My first response to my son was, “I’m sorry, sayang. I’m so sorry. I really am. It’s my fault.” I was sorry, I really was. What he said cut me deeply. The honesty was too much and yet it was perfectly enough for me to feel its truth. My son could not have put it in any other way. He just does not know what it is like to have a father. He hasn’t had one since he was four. It was as raw as it got — the statement, the feeling, the truth. He simply did not know what it was like to have a father. He had none. Pure and simple.

Edrick assured me it was not my fault because his father was still alive and kicking. Us leaving his father was my decision but the father not being in the kids’ life was purely his choice. Although I reminded Edrick that his father did put him through school until 2018, it was not really what he meant by “what it’s like to have a father”. Anyone could pay for his education, he said. But Dad never really wanted to be Dad other than that.

He wasn’t sad saying all this to me that morning, at our kitchen island. In fact, he was just stating the fact as facts appeared to him. This was his reality. He accepted it and he was just telling it. As it was. And these whole 13 years I never looked at my own kids going through life as fatherless. Never!

Until then.

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Much of Me

Posted in Monchies, tagged on May 2, 2010| Leave a Comment »

Much of the things I know, I cannot see. As much of the things I can see, I know not their truth. So, this far… I have chosen to listen to my heart. Faith, they say, is always blind.

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Just like that one September morning when I woke up to the silently screaming voices telling me to go home to Mom. I just listened. The way a good child did, though as a child I never did listen. But this time I did go home to Mom… only to find out that I was to spend the last ten days of my life before I became motherless.

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For the two happy and healthy Monchies I treasure…
Happy Mother’s Day to me.

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Cloudy With A Chance of Me Having A Ball

Posted in Travel, tagged , on April 27, 2010| 2 Comments »

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Ex

Posted in Culture, tagged , on April 11, 2010| Leave a Comment »

The whole visit was intended for THE day. So we were all supposedly geared up for Mom’s 80th Birthday Celebration on Saturday April the 11th. We arrived on the Saturday week before, ready to battle the jetlag head-on. We lost our heads in the process, but I would like to believe we actually won. I still went to bed 5 o’clock in the morning Calgary time. Just like I do at 5 o’clock in the morning Moscow time. If consistency is the key, I won big time.

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Three days in Calgary that is in GMT -7, we tested yet our superjetlag power by going back 2 hours of time zone on a 4-hour flight east. Ottawa was happy to see us for two nights.

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Anyway, I must admit… no matter how much I was gearing myself up for Mom’s big celebration, I was in no mood to socialize. Honestly! And since when does an 80th birthday celebration not come with socializing? Mom was expecting close to 100 guests of families, friends, foes and foie gras. She’s more popular than yours truly. What do I expect? She has lived long enough to be the mother of popularity herself!

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My Facebook status prior to the event – held at the Delacour Community Hall – was ranging and changing between:

  • Enida wishes she could cut today out and paste it somewhere else.
  • Enida is telling herself that THIS will be over in 3 long hours.
  • Enida actually ENJOYED the three dragging hours! Oh my God!

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Yes, you read it right, all right! I actually enjoyed the socializing event with most of the almost 100 guests who turned up to wish Mom what she has been wished 79 times before. There were a few relatives I was looking forward to see. There were many whom I never saw before and probably never will see again.

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But most of all, I proved it to myself one more time, perhaps the 2571st time that I am not a true introvert. I am just not! I do get my energy from people. From socializing. But how did I not listen to myself this last 2570 times? I dragged my feet, I dragged my anchor, and I had to drag my boobies if they were the size of papayas… all these years to still work harder than steel to convince myself, I am an exhibitionist. Uh, I mean… an extrovert.

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For An Azalea…

Posted in Poetry, tagged on April 2, 2010| Leave a Comment »

For an azalea
so rare and so few, Mom…
I knew not how to love you.

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So I’ve loved you like I knew.
I’ve loved you like a Rose, so blue.
For I am as rare… as you.

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Enida
April 2, 2010
Pokrovsky Khilma
Ulitsa Beregovaya Tri

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A special thank-you to my Swiss-Italian Rose… Sis Anahid Rose Lombard in Lugano.

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And a special ‘Happy Birthday’ wish with lots of love, hugs and kisses to Afreena Mariessa, my first niece, a petite rose, from Aunty Nid.

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