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FATed

Of late, this is the face I have been wearing…

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One tired face, one cold body, the day after the 2010 Mother’s Day, gallivanting in Stockholm for the second time this year, two days away from what was supposed to be Mom & Dad’s 39th Anniversary.

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Not many have seen this almost topless picture I took of myself on April 27. But if you are wondering where this post is going, other than me trying to exhibit the exhibitionist side of me that has been hidden for so long… just scroll down, will ya?

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The picture below was taken on January 21st, 2009. I remember visiting Mom at the hospital late that afternoon. And I remember telling Mom how I was changing for the better me. For me. And I remember how proud Mom was of me. She knew I was going to bounce back. I didn’t.

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And the next picture was taken on December 3rd 2008,  when I went to Singapore just to see the Yasmin Ahmad’s movie that was (then) banned in Malaysia. I had a good walk. I had a great time. And I had one of the best laughters ever.

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Just two months before I went for the Great Gallivant Project in Singapore, I was going through a rough patch in my relationship. Though the next picture is a poor representation of that rough patch, I am getting to my point really soon. Scroll down, people!

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June 2008, when this next picture was taken, on my way home from Bangkok…

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I was pretty round and rounded woman at 73kg.
And that ain’t all that pretty to me.

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Okay! My point is: Yes. It is possible. Losing weight is undeniably challenging. But it really is do-able. I was lucky, all it took for me to lose  the first 10 kilograms was just a heartache and a broken heart. Some people went through a series of heart attack before they finally learn that if we take more than what we need, something has got to give. I’m glad all I have to give up are my pounds.

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For me, weight has been a battle since… errr, birth perhaps. I know how REAL it is and I know how damaged and ‘injured’ my self-esteem was for many many years, to be an overweight child.

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I remember how embarassing it was when I could not do the lompat katak (frog leap) fun sports event when I was in grade two. It was supposed to be fun. But my Mom had to ask my class teacher to ‘excuse’ me from the sports day. It was not fun. Not for me anyway, to be excused and excluded. The only fun if I had stayed on and gone leaping  was for people to see how a fat frog leaped.

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Losing weight, I know now, is not about appetite. It took me years to believe it. But I can tell you straight to the face now that losing weight is about attitude. I still crave for a thousand million things. Sometimes, all at once! But I no longer ignore it when my stomach tells me it has had enough.

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I honestly have run out of excuses to stay overweight. That said, I am still working on my final 5kg to my ideal weight, though. So bear with my work in progress! At last, halfway between my 30’s and 50’s, I am making sense of everything I have read about health all my life!

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Other than changing my attitude about appetite, food and eating, I have taken up running. Nothing serious. No marathon yet for this leapfrog, no. I try to run 20-25 kilometers per week. 5 kilometers at a time. Maybe 10, with good music and good pictures. You know what I mean? Hehehehe.

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I find that it is not the first 20 minutes of the run that is always the most excruciating. It is the putting on the pair of runners and getting on the treadmill that is murderous! The other day I spent 13 hours and probably 8 kilometers of walking AROUND the house, AWAY from my shoes and the treadmill. I am not always motivated, but by the time I get into my 3rd kilometer, it gets easier. I can go far and long, I swear I can Forrest-Gump it!

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Well, you can call this a show-off entry. Go ahead. It is, by the way. And if you have been battling your weight all your life, like me, and are winning, like me… I am inviting you to count our blessings in every step we take when we run. Run baby… run to me!

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Hai Hencem!

I jarang mulakan blog entries I ni dengan perkataan ‘I’. Tapi hari ni ‘I’ nak membebel yang tak ada ertinya. Meh sini…

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I sangatlah tak larat-larat tengok wanita-wanita meninggalkan komen pada gambar beberapa lelaki di Facebook, dengan komen yang kebanyakannya berbunyi begini:

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“Hai hemcem…………”

“Hai encemmmm!”

“Oh hencem nya cik abg ni!!!!!”

“Oh abgku yg hencem…………………………………………….”

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Pada I, memang kelakar. Tak pernah gagal (without fail lah tu), I mesti akan tersengih dan tergelak bila baca komen yang sedemikian. Dan yang kelakarnya ialah, I tengok yang mengomen tu ialah wanita-wanita yang sudah bersuami dan beranak-pinak belaka. Dan mereka jugaklah yang mengepos artikel ‘Dosa-Dosa Facebook’ di Facebook Wall mereka. Tu yang I heran tu, mereka ni baca ke tak artikel tersebut? Apekehal! Muahahahaha.

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Memanglah I akui ada beberapa lelaki di Facebook I tu yang kacak, segak, tampan dan bergaya. Tapi takkan lah setiap gambar asek komen “Hai hemcem!” je. Move on and say something better already laaa deyy! I rasa lelaki-lelaki itu pun macam dah tau dah apa komen wanita-wanita ini. Tutup mata pun boleh baca.

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Dan I pun dengan jujur lagi telus nya akui, I pun rasa makin ramai pulak lelaki hemcem yang datang ke Facebook I kebelakangan ini. Diminta lelaki-lelaki ini sila jangan perasan ya. Tapi harapkan rupa je lawa, kalau bercakap asek nak menyebabkan tekak I geli pun tak guna jugak. Macam ada seorang lelaki kacak yang telah I cantas buang dari diari Facebook I tahun lepas. Sikit-sikit nak cakap pasal apa ada dalam baju I, dalam kain I. Eh yellow! Move on, or move out kay!

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Okaylah I nak pergi menggelakkan diri baca komen “Hai hemcem!” wanita-wanita gersang di Facebook. Muahahahahahahahahaahahahahhahahahahaha! Dengar tak I gelak ni?

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Whatever Cinta Is…

This is my all-time favorite love poem:

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Sonnet 17

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I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

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I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

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I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

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in which there is no ‘I’ or ‘You’;
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand
so close that when you fall asleep it is my eyes that close.

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by Pablo Neruda

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Readability

Over the years I thought it was just a thought. And I thought it was just my little wishful thinking wishing for some special talent I wished I had. But over the years I realized that I have not been wrong about pictures I have consciously read.

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I am no fortune teller. Heavens no! I cannot tell who’s going to hell and who’s not going to heaven. But I can kinda tell who is in limbo.

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I have not been doing as much reading as I would like to lately. And yet I read too much.  I think it’s time to start writing again.

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Lah Urang Juo

Enida bapantun juo di rambang patang…

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Apo digadang puluik basabuik,
udang di Banang indak tabali;
Mato mamandang muluik manyabuik,
urang dikanang indak paduli.

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*Enida
Bukit Pokrovsky
Moscow
Russia

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Silver Bullet Bitten

This picture. There was a story that came with it. In fact, there was a story that came with everything I saw, everything I captured with my out-of-date little camera. And I was going to tell you the story right away.

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But then I changed my mind. The way I change my mind everytime a not-so-good thought comes knocking. I don’t open my door to bad thoughts. Not usually. I don’t even ask ‘Who’s there?’

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The truth is, a year ago, if I had let the clouds of pain take me over… there was going to be no such thing as silver lining. Or silver anything. There wasn’t even going to be the silver-like ring on any of my fingers. Forget silver bells.

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I came a long way, as the story did not unfold just a year ago. It had started long before that. And the other truth is, I have been rethinking about it all lately. About how we choose from choices, opportunities and second chances granted to us. About how our choices lead us to where we are today.

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And for me to have been in Calgary in April 2010 despite what happened in April 2009 and August 2008… I have had my silver storms. I had seen months of rain with no sign of rainbows. I had seen clouds with the chance of armageddon. I had lost hope, found it, lost it again and faked one or two (or three).

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The only un-artificial thing left on me is probably my teeth. Even they have been filled with silver and mercury. And even they have not been able to turn me into a silver-tongued Enida. Well, such is life. And questa… è Enida. ¡Ya basta!

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Speechlessly Seduced

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Yours Truly (Asian)

I was dancing silly to this tune this morning, giving quite a performance to me Monchies, sending them laughing their butts off on the hide-a-bed, almost getting myself caught by my mother-in-law, and earning a few slaps on the behind by me hubba… when I realized how much I missed shaking me booties, boobies and boogies:

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You cannot take Enida too far too long from her bootylicious gelek mode. Eeeehhhh! Ahh ahh! Shake it baby, shake it baby one more time!

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Miloneum

I actually did look, one night, for something to drink other than coffee. But I wasn’t going to crawl into Mom’s kitchen cabinet, for the fear of finding more drinks other than coffee. Not that I mind other drinks. Hehe. Chai, perhaps?

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Lo and behold, the very next evening, Mom recalled that she had some hot chocolate powder in her storage. I guess she could smell that I was thirsty for something more. Something else.

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Yes, ladies, gentlemen and you too, Jimmy… my Mom (mother-in-law) had a jar of chocolate-malt drink mix she had been keeping since 2006. For me, alright! Maybe I should have gone crawling into her kitchen cabinet.

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It was MILO! Four miloneums old. But hey, I am still alive.

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Change Change Changed

The last visit to Calgary, for me, was between November 2006 and January 2007. So this visit, over three years later is to see a changed woman. A changed-for-the-much-better woman who now knows how to take. I am done giving.

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So give me, Questa è Enida, a big applaud… tuan-tuan, puan-puan sidang pembaca sekalian. Yes, termasuklah Puan Shower Cap yang membaca. Ahak ahak! Sepertilah tidak ku tahu ya?

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I was young and stupid too, once. But I was done being stupid at 26. I suppose some people just began being. Bah!

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