Posted in Inside Enida on December 16, 2010| 2 Comments »
Terasa hendak menulis dengan panjang. Yang singkat adalah masa saya. Terasa hendak pergi jauh. Yang tersekat adalah langkah saya. Terasa hendak tinggalkan semua. Tapi yang ada ini lah saja. Dan saya sayang semua yang saya ada. Saya bawa semuanya.
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Dalam hati.
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Dan tak perlu FB.
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Posted in Inside Enida, tagged Me on July 2, 2010| 1 Comment »
Yes, it is. It is the little things about me that make me me. Otherwise you would probably confuse me for Enida Bezhani, or Enida Turkeshi, or Enida Tunweth Itaibuwa. They are Enida in their own ways too. I am made of the things I like, I dislike, I organize and I disorganize, I miss and dismiss.
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The thing I miss most these days is going to the beach. Moscow is at least 750km away from the nearest coastline in the north. So the nearest ‘beachy’ attractions would be either St. Petersburg (on the Baltic Sea) or Arkhangelsk (on the Barents Sea). Even though I am not particularly fond of the heat, the brightness, the sweat and tan… I love the orange view of the sunset.
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Last I was on a beach was May 19th this year. But I was busy talking about a missed opportunity in the past, that I missed the sunset of Teluk Batik. So now I am going to dismiss it and am planning to go again soon. With someone else. Someone who belongs in the present.
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Posted in Inside Enida, tagged Me on July 1, 2010| 1 Comment »
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The picture above is of a note I found in my organizer, from 2008’s daily schedule. This was one of Kitreena’s weekly presentation projects at the Australian International School. That weekend, for action, I was to help her come up with a chart. One side is to be pasted with pictures of our ‘Needs’ (shelter, clothes, food) and the other with ‘Wants’ (Barbie dolls, vacation in Disneyland, and Tumblebug games on iPod!)
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Well, though I would like to classify myself as an organized person, and has to proudly march around and be seen with a reasonable-looking leather organizer, I can be quite disorganized. (Leather, in Enida’s definition can range between Firenze calf and PRC man-made, okay? No fuss, so hush!)
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So the other day when I had a two-hour session with Dr. Love, I paraded in with this 2003-organizer anticipating two hours of sketching my feet or the doctor’s 4-inch high heels. Well, I didn’t get to sketch anything except this:
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Yeah, a three-legged table or stool, and a pencil? If I were the psychologist analyzing myself and coming up with a diagnosis through this sketch…
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I would tell Enida that her pencil is too short to use now. Go get a new one. A mechanical one, preferably. It is more practical. And hey Enida, your table doesn’t even look like a table. How can the top be 3-D but the legs are 2-D? They are not made of cardboards are they, them legs? Go get yourself a real table, a stool, a box, or… a life. Or something!
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Or a three-legged man, for a change.
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Posted in Inside Enida, tagged Me on June 29, 2010| Leave a Comment »
Yes I do realize it. That you know so much about me and yet you don’t. So I came up with this series of little things about me, and I start with my morning dislikes. Well, I know it sounds negative. But the thing about me is, I don’t have many things that I don’t like. In other words, I like so many things that I will need 29 lifetimes before I would run out of things to write about what I like. I like you reading this, that’s for sure.
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So okay… the thing that I dislike most in the morning, I must lazily admit, is to make the bed. I know it’s not much. And I know it doesn’t take long. (Save it, will you? I have heard it all before.) But just like everything else that you like or dislike. You can go around it giving thousands of excuses and reasons. At the end of the day (or in my case, morning), no matter how much I groan, growl and grumble doing it because I can’t stand an unmade bed, I just don’t like making the bed!
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Looking at the painting I call ‘My Sensuousness’
between my legs from my bed.
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Postlude:
If you had read me carefully, you would not have come to the assumption that Enida’s bed was always unmade. Even if your reading skill was average, you would have seen that I actually said, “I can’t stand an unmade bed…” and that I groan, growl and grumble everytime I make my bed. But I still do it. Ishhhh! Mana kau letak kau punya mata? Jatu dalam pirigi mata air kah?
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Postscript:
I love you. (Huh? Love? You? Ishhhh! It’s just a book title.)
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