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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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Lee Ngor

From the corner of my eyes I knew she was eyeing me. In fact, she scouted around me, walking nervously in loops before disappearing behind the airport exhibition partition board, perhaps trying to gather some courage to do what she had to do to me.

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Just when I was not looking – or honestly trying not to look – she came back with her nervous smile that almost looked like a pain on her face. She said her ‘hello’ but I squeezed my lips tightly together and gave her a sigh, consciously refraining myself from saying, “Yeah yeah… what do you want?”

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And when she said, “On behave of the LCCT airport blah blah blah blah blah…” I was ever so ready to correct her pronunciation of the word behalf. Plus, I was at KLIA, not LCCT. Hello miss, hello miss, yenna solla poringa? Mimpis kah kawu hini?

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However, into the second minute of the survey interview and after knowing that her name was Lee Ngor, which made me think of Lee Young in Singapore… I started to have some painless smiles on my face. Surprisingly, I was kind of enjoying having someone asking me about what I like and what I would like to have at an airport.

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At the end of the interview, Lee Ngor took out a red leaflet from her tote bag and handed it to me, thanking me almost profusely. Hmmm… now that I have a voucher for a room at a nice new hotel, maybe I too should conduct a survey in order to decide whom to take with. Ehem!

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Oooh Enida, behave!

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In-Enida Series: Disclose

When I make my own coffee every morning, noon and night, whether using the Nespresso machine or just having Nescafe Gold, I make sure to scoop sugar into my coffee mug first. Call me superstitious, it won’t hurt my feelings. But I always believe in order and the logicality of order.

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Scooping something sweet into the mug first, I believe, is like putting positive thoughts and aura into your day first and foremost. So when bitterness – as in coffee – comes in, it symbolically falls onto my cushion of positivities.

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But of course this order and logic does not apply to those who take their coffee black. I don’t. Coffee for me is always with 2 cubes or 2 teaspoonfuls of sugar and a 2% creamer.

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And never, ever, do I make coffee by pouring hot water into the mug first! That is a coffee-making sacrilege! Scooping sugar or instant coffee with a wet spoon is also considered a crime in my house. I have seen  way too many coffee granules contaminating jars of sugar in my life. I’ve made a vow to not commit such sin in my kingdom.

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But of late, I have been having an affair with those 3-in-1 Nescafe Gold in sachets. And although this instant drink is regarded by coffee-lovers as a disgrace to  ‘real coffee’, I do not deny that it is humbly delicious. Therefore, I, Questa è Enida, unashamedly disclose and unabashedly confess that I have sinned and I am going down.

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To earth.

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In-Enida Series: Dismiss

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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In-Enida Series: Disorganize

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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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In-Enida Series: Dislike

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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