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On My Way

It really is 4.59am and I really am still awake starting to write this entry. Or is it? Or am I? Or is this just an illusion of what life would have been like had I chosen a different path?

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I have been thinking lately. No, I have been thinking a lot lately. No, no, I have been thinking a lot more than usual, lately. And I have been thinking a lot, thinking so much… so much so, I can’t feel. There is this silent war that I have been quietly mediating between the mind and the heart.

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But really, all I have been is forgetting. After being in this battlefield for as long as I wish I couldn’t remember, I just forget to ask for help. And now that I have self-discovered  what I can do to self-help, I have set an appointment with myself this Wednesday at 3.30pm with neither the chance of re-scheduling nor cancelling.

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I’m dealing with healing.

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Mata Hati

Besok pagi saya akan menggagahkan hati untuk ke hospital di mana emak saya dirawat, lama sebelum keberangkatan beliau bertemu Pencipta. Agak banyak juga bekalan lampin pakai-buang dewasa yang tersisa. Hendaknya menjadi sekelumit bantuan di Wad 4 Lantai 6 hospital tersebut yang kafeterianya berdinding ungu.

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Hati saya yang kurang gagah ini sebenarnya bimbang. Kalau-kalau ada yang lebih tidak gagah. Seperti mata saya yang bundar ini. Maka entry ini adalah sebagai Peringatan Lembut supaya saya besok jangan memakai mascara. Kalau pakai juga, nescaya jenama Revlon tidak akan mengambil saya menjadi duta mascara mereka. Malah mengeluarkan bi-product berjenama Raccoon.

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Angel

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Enida Ini

Sebaiknya saya pejamkan saja mata saya ini. Tidur, dan buang semua lelah. Malam sudah membawa ke pagi. Seperti sebaiknya saya pejamkan saja hati saya untuk cinta. Tutup semuanya. Jangan ada yang tiris masuk. Jangan ada yang tumpah ke luar. Penatnya hati saya menjaga cinta, tak terlambai tangan mohon dibalas.

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Sudahnya, seperti malam yang membawa ke pagi itu… cinta saya hilang di simpanan. Saya lah juga masih di situ. Memberi pada yang tidak menghargai. Dan apabila cinta pulang, yang hilang itu saya. Saya rupanya berpaling walau tak terus pergi. Cinta yang pulang itu tumpahnya tak saya sambut lagi. Entah serik, entah merajuk, entah kan memang tak dapat saya adakan. Dasar hilang di simpanan, begitulah. Ada yang tiada.

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Tidak mahu sembuh-sembuh luka saya ini rupanya. Tidak mahu pulih hanya dengan menjadi Enida yang begitu sejak 1998. Dua belas tahun menjadi Enida yang itu… sudahnya, selain dua anugerah syurga, telah saya jadi sebuah ruang kosong. Tak ada jendelanya, tapi telah dia memandang ke luar. Tak ada pintunya, tapi telah dia melangkah pergi. Tak ada warnanya, tapi tak juga ada cahaya. Terang yang menggelapkan jiwa.

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Haruskah saya terus diam di situ hanya untuk tidak menjadi Enida yang baru?

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Peribadi Itu

Peribadi Itu

Menemuinya hari itu
ku tahu dia bukan musuh
kepada musuhnya
tetapi kekasih
kepada dunianya.

Memahaminya hari itu
ku kira dia adalah pencabar
yang mengajak aku menentangnya
dengan mata bersinar
dengan hati berdebar.

Aku tidak lagi merindu
pada si lembut palsu
dialah seberkas peribadi
yang terletak di tengah ruang
dan peribadi itu ku dekati
dengan hormat dan tenang.

Mengingatinya kini
serasa suaranya berulang
memesan ku meneliti
segenap ruang.

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Rahman Shaari

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Good By Then

Goodbye is probably the only word I say and never mean. I don’t say goodbye very often anyway. But I can tell you the truth right now that if I say goodbye to you and if I look like I am going to leave you… it’s a lie. I do not mean to leave and I do not leave. I go. But I always come back. And I stay in your heart (or so I wish).

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And so I will not say goodbye to you on June 5th, when I go. I would just tell you what you already know. That I carry you in my heart. That I will be good by the time we’ll meet again. That by then, I will have missed you so much that it won’t do me any good if I keep staying away from you.

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Set your day to Saturday.

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Di Mana Enida Berada

Yes I am in Malaysia and enjoying every minute of it! My plans with the superbike and flying class have yet to see the light of day. But today I have been given another hope that Bibik MIGHT make it to Mesra this Sunday!

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I am around if you would like to touch base or make that first contact with me in person. My number is visible on Facebook if you are on my Facebook List. And if you are not, you can email me at enida@mail.com. Otherwise you can always fake a wrong number call to 397 4316 and try to sound like an Ah Pek or Ah So selling Kuih Bakul out of its season.

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And Dr. T, we can always pretend that we enjoy the Teh Ais  (tak cukup teh and tak cukup ais) at the hospital’s cafeteria during your tea break one of these afternoons, eh?

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Yes, I will make appearance with my Big Man, at all times (for my own safety).

Mommy: Edrick we’re going back to Malaysia today.

Edrick: Yayyyy! Mom I like Malaysia.

Mommy: You do, do you? What about Moscow? Wanna go back to Moscow?

Edrick: Not yet.

Mommy: Which one do you like more, Moscow or Malaysia?

Edrick: I like Moscow a lil bit.

Mommy: What about Malaysia?

Edrick: I like Malaysia a lot.

Mommy: So which one do you like more?

Edrick: I already told you Mom!

Mommy: Yeah you did but you didn’t.

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Berhenti

Sabtu, 22 Mei, 2010: 1332hrs – Palmyra, WA

Cik Nid: Saya yang dulu nakal ni, yang tak reti bahasa setia ni, sebab ingatkan sungguhlah sayang, sungguhlah cinta… dok tunggu, dok tatang, dok setia. Tak pandang orang lain dah. Tak layan orang lain dah. Punyalah! Sudahnya, cinta, setia, sayang… apa ertinya Cik Nan?

Cik Nan: Hmmmm…

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Sabtu, 22 Mei, 2010: 1455hrs – Booragoon, WA

Cik Nid: Yang ini, saya tak nak sayang, tak nak tunggu, tak nak berharap. Tapi dalam pada saya tak nak sayang, dia belai. Dalam pada tak tunggu, dia datang. Dalam tak berharap, dia ada. Apa ertinya ni semua Cik Nan?

Cik Nan: Mestikah mencari erti?

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Enida pun tiba-tiba berhenti mencari erti.

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Write Through Me

The day before yesterday I told my best friend, Cik Nan, that I usually write better when I can feel what I am writing about. But came yesterday I realized that I have not been writing about what I had been wanting to write about… because I have not been feeling it.

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In the beginning, this writing and blogging business was about me. About the way I felt. Just the way I felt. However I felt it. But after a while, after feeling so much and writing only what should be written, I drifted away from writing what I wanted to write about. And today, not only that I have stopped writing about what I wanted to write about, and that is the way I feel… but I have also stopped feeling it.

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The way I see it, speaking as-a-matter-of-factly, I only have two choices.

  • One: Keep on ‘stopping’ feeling what I am feeling.
  • Two: Stop writing about what I am not feeling.

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But I know pretty soon if you won’t do it, I myself will be pestering Enida for a third option. And fourth. In case you asked me how I am feeling now, I would tell you nothing but the truth.

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And the truth is very sad.

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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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