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You Didn’t, Did You?

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When I saw you the other day, I looked the other way. Just like when I had seen you before I saw you the other day. I always looked the other way. Because I didn’t want you to see whether  or not I was looking  at you when you were not looking. I didn’t even know I was going to see you.

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When I saw you the second time, it was like the first time. I didn’t know I was going to see you. I didn’t know I was going to look at you. You saw that in my eyes, didn’t you? I didn’t look like I was looking to see you, did I? Otherwise, I would have smiled the second time I saw you.

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I saw you again today. And just like the other day, I didn’t know I was going to see you again. But I saw you. And I saw that you saw me. But I didn’t look again to see if you did look at me. I never looked your way again. I just didn’t want to see you not looking.

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But did you?

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One Word

I’m curious now.

If I ask you to describe Enida in just one word, what would your word be?

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I understand. Those who have not yet met me in person might want to reserve their description until they meet me in person. But really, what is the  impression – limited to only ONE word – you are under, now that you have read me, or now that you are reading this Questa è Enida?

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Do you read me?

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Apa Itu?

You can interpret these statements I heard this week the way you want to interpret them:

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  • Pakai pun macam tak pakai. Kalau tarik atas sangat, nanti masuk celah.
  • Yang malam tadi tu bau ini.
  • Kalau besar sangat nanti tak cukup isi.
  • Kak, kak! Akak punya tu terkeluar!
  • Kalau kita gigit, kau rasa dia marah tak?
  • Ingatkan suruh tengok, nak bagi.

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Seperti

Kehadapan kamu itu yang saya ingati,
Apa yang ada ini semuanya sementara. Semua.

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Saya tak menanti esok. Seperti tidak saya menyesali semalam. Seperti jauh itu cumalah jarak. Seperti lama itu cumalah masa. Dan seperti cinta itu hanyalah tiada yang saya ada-adakan. Seperti kasih yang bukan sayang, dan sayang yang bukan cinta. Tak usahlah ada kata-kata. Sia-sia.

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Saya merasa. Cuma buat sementara ini, biarlah rasa itu dirangkum senyap. Saya tak berharap. Hidup kita hanya sekejap. Biarlah saya kembali kepada yang Maha Setia pada janji. Yang patuh pada kasih, menunggu malam dan siang saya dengan pelukan kalimah cintaNya itu. Satu.

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Seperti saya cium tangan kamu itu, dan seperti kamu kucup dahi saya ini… saya mohon permisi. Entahlah bila kembali. Saya hendak berlari jauh di pimpinan tanganNya. Lama.

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That Becomes Her

Like always, I do have a lot to say. Diam itu tak mewakili fikiranku. But sometimes the thoughts don’t just become words. They become something else. They are the smiles and the tears, they are the songs and the silence. They move with me. Sometimes towards you. But mostly away. Far away from you.

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Oleh kerana akak asek makan Laksa dua tiga ampat lima anam nam nam hari ni, akak teringat post berikut yang akak tulis suatu masa dahulu ketika akak bermastautin di Bukit Pokrovsky. Terasa telah jauh meninggalkan bukit tersebut.

Laksa Mana? Akak tengah menyingsing lengan cardigan akak yang berwarna merah hati ni haa seraya menahan hati tengah marah akibat kesabaran dan keimanan diuji di saat dan ketika ini! Memang pe’el dia betul lah budak-budak ni. Bila tipon berbunyik je, dia pun mula laaahhh ikut berbunyik sama. Padahal tadi tipon tu diam seribu bahasa, satu bunyik pun tak ada dalam rumah akak ni. Toksahkan sebatang jarum, malah sebijik zarah yang jatuh pun akak tak dengar. Haaa … Read More

via Questa è Enida

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Bukan

Jarah bukan jati pun bukan,
Rama-rama di dahan meranti;
Marah bukan benci pun bukan,
Sama-sama menahan hati.

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Yang Lain

Selasih tuanku lekat di kain,
mawarlah patik pohon berduri;
Kasih tuanku dekat yang lain,
biarlah patik bermohon diri.

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Tanah Air

I must have been made of stone. If not rock. You just have to continue being you, that is made of water. Drip on me.

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It’s Time

Even if it wasn’t the Hari Wanita Sedunia, I would still do this. This. Yes, this… has been going on for a little too long. I am beginning to dislike it. So this morning I seriously sat Enida down to have a serious Akal dan Hati discussion. Because when I woke up on the sofa, waiting for the second load of laundry to finish, it was as though I had been hard hit on the head. My heart stopped beating and my head started spinning.

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I have been wasting my time. This morning, like all the 35 mornings I had before, I realized that I have been around the right kind of wrong people. And this is nowhere near the fault of others. I let myself be. Therefore, before I step into my 36th day being back in this beloved country, with my eyes wide open at 0543hrs, hear this…

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It’s over.

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Whatever it is.

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